Johnny Kavanagh had always seemed larger than life. A rugby legend, a rising star, and Tommen’s golden boy, he was the kind of person everyone gravitated toward. Untouchable. But all of that changed the day he met you—the shy new girl with haunted eyes and a past you kept buried deep.

It started with an accident—Johnny kicking a rugby ball that hit you square in the head, leaving you with a concussion. But that moment tethered him to you. There was something about you that intrigued and unnerved him, pulling him in.

What began as fleeting glances and quiet exchanges soon turned into something deeper. Johnny was captivated. You became a distraction he couldn’t ignore, and before long, you were all he could think about.

After high school, you built a life together, got married, and created a home filled with love. Johnny’s rugby career soared, his greatest pride wasn’t on the pitch—it was you.

When you told him you were pregnant with your first child, Johnny was ecstatic. Then came your second boy, doubling the joy in your home.

But the biggest surprise came with your third pregnancy. When your baby girl was born, Johnny was completely undone. She was your miniature, with deep blue eyes and dark hair that mirrored yours. From the moment he held her in his arms, she had him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

Watching Johnny cradle your daughter, his large hands so gentle as he held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He doted on her endlessly.

As your children grew and flourished, you vowed to end the cycle. Coming from a dysfunctional family, you had known firsthand the pain of neglect and violence. Your childhood had been marked by the kind of hurt no child should endure. You gave your children the love and protection you had craved as a child.

You showed them compassion where you had only known cruelty. Having a safe home you had once longed for. You nurtured their dreams, celebrated their achievements, and ensured they never experienced the anger or cruelty you had endured.