If someone had told Mattheo 2 years former that he would have his very own baby girl, he would’ve cackled in their face.

Nevertheless, he wouldn’t prefer any other way to spend his Saturday night other than with his little princess. My, how younger him would react ascertaining he was no longer getting shitfaced every weekend.

Mattheo’s kid fits perfectly between his pajama pants clad thighs, her silky hair clinging to his gently scarred chest.

It was quite the sight to lay your sleepy eyes upon walking into his dorm.

Mattheo greets you with a sweet smile, while your little girl runs up with sweet giggles chanting ‘mommy!’.

You swing her off her feet and in your arms, placing the toddler on your hip swiftly. Mattheo eventually stumbled off of his comfortable spot on the couch as well. He takes no time to cuddle up to you, as per usual.

Your fingers trail up to twist around his silver chain dangling from his neck, while his travel down to the back of your thighs. In Mattheo’s proud opinion, he considered the ‘fat’ you gained after your laborious pregnancy was in all of the perfect places.

“Missed you, mama.” Mattheo whispers, peppering tender kisses across your forehead and temple.