Marlin babbled excitedly, nodding his head. Niamh could tell he was all for Jonathan’s suggestion.
She'd initially thought sparklers were too dangerous for a one-year-old, but he seemed safe enough in Jonathan's arms. After a moment's hesitation, Niamh nodded in agreement.
While Jonathan held Marlin and lit a sparkler for them, Niamh raised her phone and started recording a video of her son. This was Marlin’s first time with a sparkler, an occasion that definitely needed to be recorded for posterity.
To capture the brilliant light of the firework, however, meant that Jonathan would inevitably be in the shot as well. As Niamh watched the two of them on her phone screen, a strange, indefinable feeling stirred within her. After recording for a little while, she put her phone away.
Just then, Jonathan handed a sparkler to her. “Let’s do one together!”
Niamh smiled and took it from him. She remembered the time Jonathan had set off fireworks for her before. At the Coralis Nimbus Summit, he had prepared a drone light and fireworks show, similar to the one Elmer had once arranged for her.
That spectacle had been far more extravagant and dazzling than the simple sparkler in her hand now, yet at the time, Niamh had felt neither moved nor joyful.
The sparkler ignited, spitting out a shower of golden sparks, with occasional, beautiful flashes of red and green. Niamh had assumed that as an adult, and a mother no less, she would have outgrown such things. But she couldn't resist waving the sparkler around, and as she watched the golden light draw circles in the air, her mood lifted in a way that felt almost magical.
Jonathan had been focused on holding Marlin and managing the sparkler, but gradually, his gaze drifted irresistibly to Niamh.

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