Cillian had found, after so many years living alone, having warm body in bed beside him at night and someone else pottering around the kitchen with him was the most lovely thing he could possibly imagine. And luckily, thanks to the grace of Katherine Brown, he didn't have to imagine.

But all too soon, that would be over.

Press for Oppenheimer was due to start in just a few days and they would have to head up to California soon meaning that this would be their last morning in the little oasis they had holed themselves up in since Kat had arrived. He would love to make this day as lovely as each before them.

He'd woken up before you, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head and slipping from what had become their bed, he made his way to the kitchen as slowly as he possibly could so as not to wake the woman he loved who still lay sleeping.

The weeks after they'd finished filming had been filled with nothing short of pure and utter domestic bliss.

Cillian had found, after so many years living alone, having warm body in bed beside him at night and someone else pottering around the kitchen with him was the most lovely thing he could possibly imagine.

Flipping through the cookbooks you had brought along that had found their home on the shelf above the oven. He couldn't but smile as he had pulled it down. He loved finding little pieces of you everywhere he can, made the situation feel far more real.

"Now how on earth do you make hash browns?"

It was just an hour or so later after he'd finally found the recipe that he heard the soft padding of familiar feet, turning over his shoulder to see a sleepy mess of golden hair and silky pyjamas standing at the doorway. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at her state, his heart tugging at the utter domesticity of it all.

"Hello there, my darling." Cillian almost cooed as he reached out his free arm for her tuck herself under which she did without a sound. He pulled her closer to his side, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of her head.