matt sat quietly at his desk as you straddled his lap, clinging to him like he’d slip away if you at all let up. his chin rested atop your shoulder as he looked through his work emails, humming lowly, his other hand gently played with the ends of your hair.

matt had knew that growing up, you had a hard time. you were forced to grow up at a young age, being forced to care for others around you like you were the adult, at the expense of your childhood.

since he’d met you, he took it upon himself to simply let you relax and take care of you. he did everything in his power to try and make up for all your lost years of being a kid, and helping you to best heal your inner child.

“you okay bunny?” he asked quietly, lightly running his hands up and down your back. My