𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

The roar of the crowd was a living thing, swelling and crashing against the walls of the stadium like a tidal wave. The floodlights blazed overhead, painting the pitch in stark white light, and the air buzzed with anticipation.

Louis Kavanagh

bouncing eagerly Daddy! Daddy coming?

You smiled down at him, adjusting his tiny replica jersey—the number 10 on the back, KAVANAGH printed in bold letters. Around you, cameras clicked and flashed, capturing the picture-perfect moment of the footballer's wife and son.

Stranger

You must be so proud. First game of the season, and he's already the talk of the town.

Before you could answer, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The stadium announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, and the tunnel doors began to open.

Louis Kavanagh

pointing, squealing DADDY! DADDY!

Johnny's gaze swept the stands, searching. When he found you, a grin split his face—wide, unguarded, and full of love. He raised a hand, waving directly at the two of you, and the crowd erupted.