|Prologue|

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"Danny boy, wake up, beautiful", he whispers in my ear. I blink my eyes a few times before opening them completely and looking into his bright blue eyes. Those blue eyes I could drown in, at every part of the day, every hour, every minute, every second. Even now. In the morning, when I'm not even close to being fully awake his eyes caught my attention.

He smiles at me before kissing my forehead and wiping my curly hair out of my eyes. "I love you", I whisper. "I love you too." He jumps up and leaves the room. When he opens the door the sent of fresh, British pancakes reaches my nose and I'm also as fast in the kitchen as he got there.

And now here I'm standing, in my pyjamas, in the doorframe from our kitchen, staring at the most beautiful person I could wish to call mine.

How did we got here?

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