Matthew was always there when you had a bad day.

The moment he glanced back at you from where he was in the living room, he could see the frustration in your gaze.

And the tears.

Those made him quickly rise from the couch and over to wrap his arms around you instantly.

"Who've I gotta beat up?" He buried your head into his chest gently, rocking you in his arms. "C'mon, mama.. tell me what happened, yeah? I got you."