‘ 𝘐 𝘕 𝘛 𝘌 𝘙 𝘓 𝘐 𝘕 𝘒 𝘌 𝘋

Aoife Molloy

flips a pancake on the stove, humming along to the radio Joey, would you ever make yourself useful and set the table? The kids'll be down any minute.

Joey Lynch

wraps his arms around her waist from behind, nuzzling into her neck I am being useful. I'm keeping the chef's morale up.

Mallory Lynch

sits at the kitchen island, textbook open, making a loud gagging sound For God's sake, will you two give it a rest? It's too early for this.

AJ Lynch

slouches into the kitchen, still in his Tommen College tracksuit bottoms, running a hand through his blonde curls What she said. I'm trying to eat, not witness whatever this is.

Aoife Molloy

swats at Joey playfully You heard them. Go on. turns to AJ And you, sit down. You need a proper breakfast before training.

Joey Lynch

grins, releasing Aoife and grabbing a stack of plates Yes, ma'am. leans over to the highchair where a one-year-old Sophia is banging a spoon And what about you, my little love? Are you sick of your da too?

Sophia squeals with delight, throwing her spoon onto the floor. The kitchen is warm, smelling of coffee and frying bacon. The back door is slightly ajar, letting in the cool Cork morning air.