Matthew Sturniolo Imagines

bestfriend to enemies to lovers.. 🪐 (part 3 !!)

As the hours passed, Y/N's exhaustion deepened, leaving her feeling drained and weak. Her complexion grew paler, and even the thought of food or drink made her stomach churn with nausea. All she craved was the sweet embrace of sleep, to sink into its depths and find respite from the overwhelming fatigue that weighed her down.

Matt watched with growing concern as Y/N's condition deteriorated, his heart heavy with worry for her well-being. He knew that she needed rest and nourishment to recover from the ordeal of childbirth, but her refusal to eat or drink only heightened his anxiety.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you need to eat something," Matt urged gently, his voice filled with concern. "You won't regain your strength if you don't nourish your body."

But Y/N shook her head weakly, her voice barely a whisper. "I just... I can't, Matt. I'm too tired... too weak."

Tears welled in Matt's eyes as he saw the toll that childbirth had taken on his beloved wife. He longed to ease her suffering, to take away the pain and exhaustion that clouded her every breath. But he knew that all he could do was offer his love and support, to be a constant presence by her side as she battled through the darkness.

With a heavy heart, Matt sat beside Y/N, gently stroking her hair as she drifted in and out of restless sleep. He whispered words of love and encouragement, promising to stand by her no matter what challenges lay ahead.

And as the hours stretched into the night, Y/N clung to the promise of rest, finding solace in the warmth of Matt's embrace and the gentle rhythm of their newborns' breathing. In the quiet of the hospital room, she surrendered to the healing embrace of sleep, knowing that with each moment of rest, she was one step closer to regaining her strength and reclaiming her place in the world.

As the days passed and Y/N continued to refuse food, her condition grew increasingly concerning. Her complexion remained pallid, and her energy levels plummeted with each passing hour. Despite her own suffering, she found solace in the fact that her babies were safe and healthy, their cries and coos a source of comfort in the midst of her own struggle.

Matt and Mary Lou watched with growing apprehension as Y/N's health declined, their hearts heavy with worry for her well-being. They tried everything they could think of to coax her to eat, but Y/N remained stubbornly resistant, her body weakened by the ordeal of childbirth and the toll it had taken on her.

Desperate for a solution, Matt sought the advice of the medical team, pleading for help in finding a way to nourish Y/N's body and replenish her strength. The doctors reassured him that they were doing everything they could to monitor Y/N's condition and provide the care she needed, but the situation remained precarious.

As the days stretched into nights and Y/N's condition showed no signs of improvement, Matt felt a sense of helplessness wash over him. He longed to ease Y/N's suffering, to take away the pain and exhaustion that clouded her every breath. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling of fear and uncertainty that gnawed at his heart.

And so, surrounded by the quiet hum of the hospital room and the gentle sounds of their newborns' cries, Matt remained steadfast by Y/N's side, offering his love and support in the face of adversity. He prayed for a miracle, for a glimmer of hope to break through the darkness and lead them back into the light.

For Y/N's sake, for the sake of their precious family, he refused to give up hope. And as he gazed down at the woman he loved more than life itself, he vowed to stand by her no matter what challenges lay ahead, to be her rock in times of turmoil and her beacon of light in the darkest of nights.