You and Mattheo are dancing around the kitchen in your own little groove while you’re singing, "It's cuffing season, and all the girls be needing. I need a..."

Mattheo dances closer to you, "Big boy."

Little did you two know, you daughter walked into the kitchen, “A big boy."

Mattheo automatically turns and looks at your daughter, "No, no, no, no! Why is she repeating me? Make her stop."

You can't help but laugh as your daughter continues, "A big boy. I need a big boy."

“Make her stop now!” Mattheo demands, clearly freaking out as he tries to shush your daughter.

You chuckle, "Sweetie, it's just a song."

Mattheo, still panicked, picks your daughter up and looks at her sternly, "No big boys for you, EVER. Do you understand me?"

Your daughter giggles, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, "Daddy silly."

Mattheo pats her back gently, rocking her, "Hey, isn’t Draco’s kid supposed to be here later for a playdate?"

You nod, "Yes, he is."

"Cancel it," Mattheo says, his overprotective instincts kicking in.

You laugh even harder, "Relax, Matty. They’re just kids."

Mattheo narrows his eyes playfully, "I don't care. You remember what Draco was like before he got serious and settled down."

You smile, shaking your head, "Alright, overprotective daddy. Whatever you say."

Your daughter looks at Mattheo with wide eyes, "No playdate?"

Mattheo softens, kissing her forehead, "We'll see, princess. Daddy just wants to keep you safe."