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Summary: Matthew has to go back to work just days after you give birth to his son and he absolutely hates it.
Warnings: Female!Reader. Anxiety (maybe, separation anxiety). Kinda rude Matty. Mentions of soreness and lack of sleep (from birth).
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It has been 2 days since you were dismissed from the hospital. Two days since you have officially become a mother. And two days since you haven't slept a full night without waking up at least 4 times during it.
Your body is still very sore, but medicine helps. Yet it's not like you move a lot around the house.
Matthew, your boyfriend and dad of your kid, does not let you get up most times the baby cries. He always says that he will check and then if you're needed, he'll bring the baby to you. All of this because he knows that you're tired and really doesn't want you to tire yourself out further or go through any pain from how sore you are, over something that he can do.
Bad thing work calls quick. You'll be on maternity leave for at least one more month, but Matt? Yeah, no, his team supposedly already needs him back.
And he's not happy about it.
"Baby, I'll be fine." You tell him in a low whisper. "You don't have to worry that much."
He clenches his jaw and looks out of the window, clearly annoyed. He's not wearing a shirt and is holding the newborn baby close to his chest as he sleeps peacefully.
Matt looks down at his son, staring at his small chubby face with adoration, as it is kind of smooshed against his warm skin, which makes his lips slightly parted, and he continues to contemplate calling his coach and just announce his absence last minute.
"He'll probably still be asleep when you come back." You tell him, gaining his attention again. "We'll both be fine."
"And if something happens?" He asks, also in a whisper, "I won't be able to pick up the phone and come home."
"Your mom is just a few blocks away at the hotel, remember?" You ask softly, "I promise that if something happens she'll be the first person I call."
He thinks about it for a second and looks down at the baby again.
"She'll probably get here in less than 2 minutes too." You add to lighten the mood.
A grin appears over his lips at the sound of your words and he gives his head a slight shake. You smile and he leans away from the wall beside the bedroom window.
Matthew sits down beside you on the side of the bed and you move a bit to sit closer to him. You two look down at the sleeping baby, admiring him as if he's just the most peaceful thing in the world and didn't wail his little lungs out just about half an hour ago.
