The car hadn’t even stopped completely and Feely was already with his face glued to the window, staring at the green around.

You let out a chuckle while he said “this is a dream, I swear to God.”

Edel looked through the rearview mirror with a knowing smile.

“The rooms are separated by couples and singles. I imagine you don’t need to ask where to put your bags, right, Patrick?”

Feely choked on laughter and you turned red up to your ear.

Johnny in the front seat just murmured:

“Jesus, mother.”

But Edel just raised an eyebrow and said, calm as always:

“I may have raised six children, but I’m not blind, dear.”

⸻

Later, in the room

You two threw yourselves on the old wooden bed, the mattress sinking under your weight.

Feely turned sideways, looking at you with that little corner smile.

“Did you know that this is technically our first room together?”

You pretended to think.

“Well, if we discount all the times I slept in your...”

He laughed.

“It’s. But now it’s official. Fourth. Vacation. Big bed. No brothers coming in to get deodorant.”

You smiled, turning sideways too, your faces a few centimeters away.

“Why do you intend to do with all this power, Feely?”

Feely shrugged, as if it were nothing.

“Waking you up with a kiss every day. Make tea. Playing barely played guitar just to annoy you. Steal you a sweatshirt. These things.”

You smiled against his lips.

“Is that all?”

“Well... maybe some other things, if you let me.”

You raised your face, brushing your nose against his.

“Maybe I’ll let it.”