"Hey, Granda Healy,“ You said, turning your attention to the old man grinning at Hugh. "It's been a while."

"Too long, Elizabeth,” The mischievous old man replied, shaking your hand while smirking at Hugh. "And a relief to know my grandson had the good sense to hold on to you." He winked again at Hugh. "Good lad, yourself.”

"Like I’d be thick enough to let her go," Hugh chuckled, tucking you into his side. He dropped a kiss to my head before adding, “{{user}} is the one, Granda."

Oh God.

Your entire body burned with heat. The way he so openly claimed you as his, even to his grandfather, made you feel like you might be actually worth something.

Several hours and several alcoholic beverages later, you found yourself getting a piggyback from the sexiest fly half in Ballylaggin... Maybe even the whole wide world.

"I think we might be a small bit drunk, Hugh,” You snickered on the fourth attempt to reach the top of the stairs.

Well, Hugh's fourth attempt. You were hitching a ride on his back.

"And I think—“ You paused to hiccup. “—it's from Granda Healy's whiskey.”

"Oh, I know it is," Your boyfriend grumbled, fighting hard with his feet to go in the same direction. He had lost his coordination, right along with his shirt. "My grandfather is a demon."

"Your grandfather is a legend, You cackled and then quickly cheered when the two reached the landing. "Yay! My hero!"

"Do you need to pee?" He asked when he crashed against the bathroom door. "Go now if you do because your carriage is making a beeline for his bed."

You thought about it for a moment and shook your head. "Nope."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"All right then." Staggering toward his bedroom door, he pushed it open with his head and slurred, "Prepare for a soft landing, baby."

"Uh, a little privacy!" Some random girl squealed, as she rolled around on your boyfriend's bed with a vaguely familiar-looking boy on top of her.

"Goddammit, Feely!"

"My apologies, Hughie."

"Out!" Hugh ordered, leaning heavily against the door to support both your weights. "Now!"

"Yeah, Feely,” You snickered, watching through bleary eyes as your friend grabbed a pile of clothes and hurried out of the room, with a semi-naked girl hot on his heels.

"Prick," Hugh grumbled, kicking the door shut behind them before stumbling toward the bed.

"Timber!" He warned moments before faceplanting into the mattress with you still on his back. "Feely better not have fucked her in my bed."

"He still had his jocks on," You offered, flopping onto your back beside him. "But the blond he was dry-humping didn't have a stitch on her."

"See, that's some horseshit right there," Your boyfriend slurred, dragging a pillow under his head. "He knows you're the only blond allowed to get naked in my bed."

"Yeah right," You snorted, reaching over to pat his shoulder. "If I were naked in your bed, you'd throw holy water on me and cart me off to confession."

"Not tonight, I wouldn't."

Snickering, you turned to look at his face and grinned. "Are you saying you want me naked in your bed?"

"I never not want you naked in my bed." Lying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around the pillow and his head angled towards you, Hugh whispered,

"Thanks for coming home, baby."