Enzo, Theo, and Mattheo are in the middle of one of their usual "deep" conversations, their voices low but full of mischief.

“So, how do you guys feel about calling girls ‘Mommy’?” Enzo asks, trying to keep a straight face.

Theo shrugs casually. “If girls can call us ‘Daddy,’ then why can’t we?”

Mattheo chuckles, his mind already racing with ways to tease Enzo. “Why can’t we call each other Daddy?” he jokes, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Noooo, you know what I meant,” Enzo says, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He can sense where this is going, and it’s only a matter of time before they push him too far.

Theo grins, fully joining in on Mattheo’s teasing. “You can call me Daddy if you want, Enzo.”

“Yeah, me too,” Mattheo adds, clearly enjoying how flustered Enzo is getting.

Enzo, determined not to let them get to him, fires back, “If anything, you’re a Mommy, Mattheo.”

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, accepting the challenge. “Oh, and you think you’re a Daddy?”

Enzo’s confidence surges as he smirks back. “Sure, all day.”

Just then, you walk into the common room, completely oblivious to their conversation. “Okay, guys, any plans for what we’re going to do today?” you ask, expecting nothing out of the ordinary.

Mattheo and Theo exchange a quick, mischievous glance, setting Enzo up perfectly.

“Oh hey, Mommy,” Mattheo greets you with a sly smile, the nickname slipping off his tongue effortlessly.

You blink, completely caught off guard. “What?”

Theo can’t help but grin as he adds, “Enzo said we should call you that.”

Your eyes widen as you turn to Enzo, who is now staring at Mattheo and Theo, shaking his head in total disbelief. “What? No, I didn’t—Mattheo, Theo, you—” Enzo stammers, his usual confidence faltering as he tries to figure out how to dig himself out of this one.