Mattheo walks into his room one day after classes, planning on lying in bed and facetiming you because you're sick and you wouldn't let him near you. But he stops dead in his tracks as he sees a baby in a sleep-sack, binky in mouth, asleep in the middle of his bed. The baby looks like baby you, from the pictures he seen that is. A note sits next to the baby, the front reads "M.R". Mattheo walks over and picks up the note, opening it and reading it.

"Dearest, Mattheo. We have turned your princess into a baby. She will age every day. Do advise and keep her out of harm's way. Within about two months you will have her back to how she was when you last saw her. Please take care of her and love her. Love- H.L"

Mattheo stared at the note, then looked to the baby. ** This can't be her, can it?? ** He put the note down, and gently picked you up, supporting your head. You looked like a 2 weeks old, so tiny and innocent. He smiled a bit when he saw your little eyes flutter, but they didn't open. He looked around, looking for anything that would help him. How was he supposed to raise a baby? He can barely take care of himself, and with you being said baby, you won't be here to remind him. Sure enough, there was a dipper bag, some bottles, a cot, and some formula.

He signed. "Thank god" He thought. He set you back down on his bed and walked over to the stuff, grabbing a bottle and the formula. He walked into his bathroom and filled the bottle with warm water, NOT too hot but NOT cold. He then put three scups of the formula into the bottle, put on the lid and started shacking it, to mix it of course. Right as he walked back into his room, you had woken you, your binky on his bed next toy you and you had started to cry. He walked over and picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he tested if the formula milk was too hot on his wrist. Once he was sure it wasn't, he gently ran the bottle over your bottom lip, coxing you to latch onto the bottle. He was being very fatherly. And once you latched onto the bottle, he smiled and sat on his bed, his back against the head bored.

"There you go, princess. I've got you. Matty's got you."He whispered as he kissed your head. God how much he loves you, no words or action will ever express how much.