Only two years ago now, did yours and John’s house become so full of new laughter and love. And neither of you would change it.

You see, yours and John’s son, Johnny, had gotten himself involved with Shannon Lynch and her family. Unfortunately the Lynch children came from a broken home, which tragically led to both Marie and Teddy Lynch dying in a house fire.

Now, you had full custody of the five kids, and they lived with you and John, while you also had Joey living with Aoife and their son AJ in the annex.

Anyway, it was a cosy night in the Kavanagh house.

You had sent the children up to their rooms for the night. Sean had already been put to sleep in his bed, and Ollie, Tadhg, Shannon and Johnny were in their own rooms.

Leaving the full downstairs to you and John.

You sat in the bigger downstairs sittingroom, the one with the television, and you had moved the brown, leather couch up in front of the fire. Cup of tea in hand and a big blanket draped over your thighs.

"Ye alright, darling?" A low voice rumbled from the doorway of the sitting room as John quietly appeared. His grey sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt as he lent against the doorway, his eyes scanning you with admiration and deep affection after all the years together.