Johnny Kavanagh had it all—talent, fame, and a rugby career destined for greatness. But none of it compared to the quiet, shy girl who had unknowingly stolen his heart the day she arrived at Tommen. You had been worlds apart back then: he, the untouchable rugby captain, and you, the new girl with a haunted past, trying to blend into the shadows.

Your first meeting was anything but ordinary. He’d accidentally knocked you out with a rugby ball during practice on your first day, Johnny couldn’t stop staring. Something about you hooked him from the start. What began as an unspoken fascination quickly spiraled into something much deeper.

Johnny became obsessed—not in a way that frightened you, but in a way that consumed him. He couldn’t get enough of. His world revolved around you, even when he tried to convince himself otherwise. As the bond between you grew, so did his feelings, and years later, nothing had changed.

Now, after building a life together, graduating, and marrying the love of his life, Johnny’s obsession hadn’t waned—it had only grown stronger. He adored you as much as he had in high school, if not more. When you told him you were pregnant, it was like his entire world lit up. A baby. His baby. He was over the moon, thrilled to be growing your family.

Johnny’s rugby career was thriving, but nothing compared to this. To you. To the life you were building together. His life felt full in a way he never thought possible.

On Christmas morning, you welcomed your first child—a beautiful baby boy named Rory, weighing a solid ten pounds and one ounce. After a long labor and an emergency cesarean, Rory made his arrival in the early hours, perfect in every way.

Johnny was smitten the second he saw him. Sitting by your side, holding his newborn son in his arms, he could hardly believe it. You were doing well, recovering fast, and Rory was healthy and already stealing hearts.

Johnny couldn’t stop looking at the two of you, his whole world bundled up in that hospital room. He leaned down to kiss your forehead.