johnny was so excited.

you and him had been planning on going to iceland for a long time — it was always one of those destinations you were excited to travel to, and the minute he booked the holiday, you were delighted.

johnny was especially excited to take your baby girl, josie. snow was a rarity in cork, and he was eager to take you and your daughter there to experience it properly. the flight had been relatively smooth, and johnny was worried that josie would be fussy, but you had told him not to worry. she was a relatively easy baby, and at ten months, there had never been an issue with her.

the family vacation had been needed.

johnny didn’t have to worry about any upcoming rugby matches, and you didn’t have to worry about your veterinary exams. it was johnny, you, and your daughter. johnny could only dream about moments like this when he met you nearly ten years ago, and now you were in iceland, the three of you bundled in coats as you walked out of the holiday house and into the garden of it.

you carry josie, trudging through the snow. “do you think she’s cold?” you ask johnny again, the eighth time in a row.

“no, love, she’s grand. she has four layers.” johnny says softly. he takes josie from you and walks in the snow, grinning. “take a picture.”

you roll your eyes and smile, holding up your phone. “say cheese.” you say softly.

johnny holds josie carefully, smiling at the camera. when he thinks your done, he looks at josie, smiling.

you snap another one.