You had been dating Mattheo for many years. It was Theodore's 17th birthday, and for once you got drunk. Theodore was one of Mattheo's closest friends.

And you loved Theodore, he was your favorite out of all Mattheo's buddies. You were the positive female figure in his life after his mother passed. So cuddling him as he slept was platonic affection and maternal. Mattheo saw from afar, smiling. That's when he realized you were the one for him. The one he wanted to carry his children, to marry.