The following days passed in a blur of support and uncertainty. Cian’s family kept busy with preparations for the upcoming tests, and Brittany found herself immersed in their world—sharing laughter, stories, and even helping in the kitchen. It felt oddly comforting, yet her heart ached for the impending news that loomed over them.
Cian remained by her side, but she could see the worry etched in his features, especially when he received a call from his mother or siblings. Each time, he would step away, his face tightening, and Brittany’s heart would clench for him. It was as if they were both waiting for the other shoe to drop.
One evening, after a long day filled with discussions about appointments and potential outcomes, Brittany decided it was time to lighten the mood. “Hey, let’s have a family game night!” she suggested, gathering everyone in the living room. “We could all use some fun, right?”
Cian looked at her, his eyes softening with appreciation. “That’s a great idea. We could use some laughter.”
They set up for a round of charades, the atmosphere shifting from somber to playful as the family began to compete against one another. Brittany found herself laughing uncontrollably, her spirits lifting as Cian’s sister, Aoife, impersonated a rather dramatic cat.
“Is it a house cat or a wild animal?” Brittany asked, struggling to contain her giggles.
“It’s a feral beast!” Aoife replied, throwing her head back and striking a pose.
After a few rounds, Cian finally took his turn, and he chose to act out a scene from one of Brittany’s favorite rom-coms. She watched, a mix of amusement and admiration flooding her as he exaggerated the romantic gestures. The family cheered him on, laughter filling the room.
“Who knew you were such a romantic, Cian?” Brittany teased, her heart racing at the sight of him fully embracing the moment.
“Only for you, babe!” he shot back, giving her a wink.
Just as the game started to heat up, Cian’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at it, his smile fading. “I’ll be right back,” he said, stepping away again.
Brittany’s laughter faded as she watched him walk away. The weight of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders. She knew he was doing his best to stay present for the family, but it was hard not to feel the distance growing between them.
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Later that night, after the game had concluded, Brittany found Cian sitting alone on the porch, staring up at the stars. She approached him quietly, sensing the tension that enveloped him.
“Hey,” she said softly, taking a seat beside him. “You okay?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Not really. I’m just trying to keep everything together for my family, but it feels like I’m falling apart inside.”
Brittany’s heart ached for him. “You don’t have to carry this all alone. You can lean on me. I’m here for you.”
Cian turned to her, his expression a mixture of gratitude and pain. “It’s just hard to see my family worried like this. I want to be the strong one, but I feel so helpless.”
“You’re human, Cian. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed,” she said gently. “But you don’t have to put on a brave face all the time. I love you for who you are—vulnerabilities and all.”
He took a deep breath, and for a moment, she could see the flicker of emotion in his eyes. “Thank you. It means the world to me. I’m just scared.”
“Scared of what?” Brittany asked, wanting him to open up.
“Scared of losing her,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “My mom means everything to me. I’ve been through so much, and I don’t know how I’d handle it if… if anything happened.”
Brittany reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’re stronger than you realize. And no matter what happens, you have your family and me. We’ll face this together.”
He looked at her, his eyes shimmering under the moonlight. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
“Just being you,” she replied with a soft smile. “You’re brave and caring, and that’s what I love about you. We’ll navigate this together.”
A comfortable silence settled between them as they sat there, hand in hand, letting the weight of their words linger in the night air. It was a moment of connection—an understanding that while life was unpredictable, their bond was steadfast.
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The following day, they received a call from Cian’s mother about the upcoming tests. The family gathered again in the living room, each face reflecting a mixture of anxiety and hope.
“Mom will get the results tomorrow morning,” Cian’s brother announced, tension hanging thick in the air. “We need to prepare ourselves for whatever comes.”
“I’ll be right here,” Brittany said firmly, looking around the room. “Whatever happens, you’re not alone in this. We’ll support each other.”
Cian glanced at her, appreciation flickering in his gaze. He stepped forward and pulled her into a gentle hug, whispering, “Thank you for being here.”
As they waited for the news, Brittany felt a renewed sense of determination. They were in this together, and she would do everything in her power to help Cian through whatever storm lay ahead.
That evening, she suggested they all take a short walk to clear their heads. They strolled through the neighborhood, sharing memories and laughter, each step reminding them of the strength of their connection.
As they walked back, Cian turned to Brittany. “I’m so glad you’re here with me. It makes everything feel a little less heavy.”
Brittany smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
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The next morning, the tension was palpable as they gathered in the living room, waiting for the call. Brittany held Cian’s hand tightly, willing him strength as the clock ticked away, each second stretching into eternity.
When the phone finally rang, the entire room fell silent. Cian’s heart raced as he answered, his family crowding around him, eyes wide with anticipation.
“Hello? Mom?” he said, his voice steady but laced with worry.
As the conversation unfolded, Brittany watched Cian’s expression shift from anxious to relieved. “Thank you. Thank you so much. We’ll be there right away.”
He hung up, his eyes bright with a mixture of disbelief and joy. “She’s okay! The doctor said they’re just being cautious. It’s not as serious as we thought!”
The room erupted in cheers, relief washing over everyone like a wave. Cian turned to Brittany, pulling her into a tight embrace. “We did it! I can’t believe it!”
Brittany laughed, her heart soaring with happiness. “I knew she would be okay.”
As the family celebrated, Brittany felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t expected. In that moment, surrounded by love and relief, she realized that while the storm may have passed, the bond between them had only grown stronger.
But even in moments of joy, she couldn’t shake the feeling that challenges were still ahead. Love was a journey filled with ups and downs, and she was ready to embrace every part of it with Cian by her side.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the house, Brittany looked at Cian, his smile lighting up her world. Whatever the future held, she was certain of one thing: they would face it together, united in love and resilience.
And in that certainty, she found her own strength.
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Recklessness
FanfictionBrittany Broski didn't plan on finding herself (or anyone else) in Dublin. But one rainy afternoon and a spilled coffee later, she finds herself swept up in the easy charm of Cian-a local with a lopsided grin and a knack for showing her the magic of...
