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3 years later
Mattheo - Daisy
Daisy
MATTHEO
Come home
Please
Please
Mattheo🤍
what's going on darling?
Everything ok?
Daisy
No
Yes
Idk
I need you
I need to tell you something ASAP
Mattheo 🤍
Daisy I'm 10 hours away
I'll be home tomorrow
But if something is wrong
You have to tell me
Daisy
I can't tell you over the phone
Mattheo 🤍
I'll apparate
Daisy
But that's illegal
Mattheo 🤍
I'll work it out
Daisy
are you sure?
Mattheo 🤍
Yes
Please tell me you're ok
Daisy
I think so
Honestly I'm quite nervous
Mattheo?
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"Daisy?"
His voice echoes through the manor, sharp with urgency. I'm already halfway down the stairs before he finishes calling my name.
The moment I reach him, I throw my arms around him, holding on tighter than I mean to.
"Hey, hey," he murmurs, immediately wrapping his arms around me. "Don't cry. What's happened?"
He guides me to the sofa, sitting down with me still tucked close against him. I can't seem to let go.
"I..." My voice shakes. "I'm late."
He frowns slightly, confused. "Late? For what?"
I look down, unable to meet his eyes, but his fingers gently lift my chin.
"Daisy," he says softly, more serious now. "Talk to me. Late how?"
"My period," I whisper. "I took a test and, "
I stop.
He's staring at me, completely still.
"I'm pregnant."
The words sit between us, heavy and fragile. I don't look at him. I can't.
"You're... pregnant?" he repeats slowly. "As in, a baby?"
I nod.
There's a pause that feels far too long. My chest tightens, every worst-case thought rushing in at once.
Then he laughs.
Not in disbelief, something lighter. Warmer.
"Really?" he says, and when I look up, he's smiling. Actually smiling.
I nod again, more uncertain this time.
And then he pulls me into him, holding me tightly.
"Wait," I breathe out, startled. "You're... happy?"
He lets out a quiet laugh against my hair before pulling back just enough to look at me.
"Of course I'm happy," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Why wouldn't I be?"
I search his face, still trying to understand.
"We've been together for nearly five years, Dais," he continues, softer now. "I love you. I want a future with you. This," his hand finds mine, squeezing gently "this is part of that."
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Wrong number - M.R, T.N, D.M
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