You find yourself in a quiet, dimly lit nursery, the soothing hum of a lullaby playing softly in the background. The room is bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. Your baby is peacefully sleeping in a crib, their tiny chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. You lean against the doorframe, watching Mattheo Riddle, your boyfriend and the father of your child, as he tends to their needs.

Mattheo, his usually intense gaze softened by the tenderness of the moment, is seated beside the crib, holding a small bottle of milk. His typically cold hands, now surprisingly gentle, cradle the bottle as he carefully positions it for your baby. The dark circles under his eyes are more pronounced tonight, a testament to his sleepless nights spent tending to your child's needs. Yet, despite his weariness, there is a serenity in his expression that you've rarely seen.

You can’t help but smile as you observe him. His usual brooding demeanor is replaced with a look of focused concentration. He softly hums an unfamiliar tune, trying to soothe the baby back to sleep. The contrast between his usual aloofness and this moment of quiet affection is striking.

Mattheo looks up, catching your eye. His gaze softens further, revealing a flicker of vulnerability. "They've been restless tonight," he murmurs, his voice low and rough but laced with a warmth you don’t often hear. "I thought I'd try to settle them down with a little milk."