Tadgh didn't think love would feel this good.

When he was younger, he had given his older sister an awful doing about her hang outs eith big boy Johnny, all about his rugby balls, and oh mwah all the kisses and love.

Yet he didn't realise how special it was.

Well, since right now he sat in the big rugby pitch in Tommen, behind the stands, skipping class with you.

It was sweet - but he didn't know how to feel.

It felt all too good.

Your head resting in his lap as a cigarette was passed between the two of you, it was definetly a nice moment despite the fag in hand.

"And then we can have three beautiful babies with your big brown eyes and blonde hair." You said, blowing the smoke out away from Tadgh as you handed him back the cigarette. "We aren't having babies." Tadgh was quick to shut down, his hand pushing your hair back. "I don't want babies." The sixteen year old said.