Mattheo leans in and kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than usual. “I’ll see you tomorrow, princess. I love you”

You smile, enjoying the comforting feel of his kiss. “Okay, Matty. Love you too.”

As he makes his way to the door, he suddenly pauses and slowly turns back around, an unreadable expression on his face. “What?” he asks, his tone slightly tense.

“What?” you repeat, blinking in confusion.

He tilts his head, studying you. “I love you,” he emphasizes, each word clear and deliberate.

“Love you too,” you say again, still not understanding why he’s acting like this.

He scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I love you,” he repeats, his voice firmer.

“Love you, t–”, you say again as he interrupts you.

“Who?! Who loves me?!”

“I do!” you exclaim.

“Then say it!” he demands, his eyes locked on yours.

Realization dawns, and you feel a rush of affection mixed with exasperation. “I love you too,” you respond.

Mattheo’s tense posture relaxes, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Good girl,” he says, stepping forward to kiss you once more, this time on the lips. “I love you too.”

You roll your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re such a drama queen, Mattheo,” you tease.

He shrugs, not denying it. “Maybe, but I’m your drama queen,” he says with a wink, backing towards the door.