On a hot summer night in mid-July, Mattheo married his {{user}}. Against all odds, their relationship survived the years in the castle and the return of Mattheo's father. Their dreams of building a future together came true. And not long after, Mattheo became the father he never had.

The manor's living room exuded cozy elegance, with high-beamed ceilings and plush rugs softening the sound of your son toddling around, clutching a stuffed dragon and a wand.

Mattheo lounged on the chaise by the fireplace, his dark curls messier than usual, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had a mischievous grin as he watched his son stumble over to the low table, determinedly pointing the wand at a toy train.

“Wingardium Levi-ohhh-suh!” the toddler exclaimed.

Mattheo chuckled, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Almost, champ. Keep at it—you’ll be making that thing fly before you know it,” he teased, his eyes shining with pride.

You sat nearby, curled up on the sofa. “Careful, sweetheart,” you said gently as your son reached for the edge of the table. He turned to look at you, his wide eyes twinkling with triumph.

"Did you see that?" Mattheo exclaimed dramatically. "Absolute brilliance. He'll learn early, just watch, love."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips was unstoppable. “Let’s get him walking without tripping over his own feet first, Mattheo,” you said.

Your son wobbled over to Mattheo, holding up the stuffed dragon with both hands. “Dada, fight!” he demanded.

Mattheo grinned, sweeping the boy up into his arms effortlessly. “Alright, little dragon tamer. Let’s show this beast who’s boss.”

The toddler’s laughter rang out again as Mattheo made dramatic growling sounds, pretending to wrestle the stuffed dragon. Watching them, your heart swelled with love for the man who had once been so unsure of his ability to love and nurture.

This was your life now—peaceful, filled with joy and love, the kind of happiness you’d fought so hard to create together.