Matthew Sturniolo Imagines 2

Welcome to the world mini-matt..

Context :

It was like, matt is now a father, he's married, he's 23 (imagine it bro, if not, I'm gonna leave a smol cutie patootie dwarf Infront of your house), he has a beautiful baby called y/n, she acts like matt, she is 1 years old, but this is a flashback where it comes to y/n coming to the world ..

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Matt paced back and forth in the dimly lit hospital hallway, his heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. At 23 years old, he couldn't believe he was about to become a father. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time, wondering how much longer it would be before he could meet his baby girl.

His thoughts drifted back to the moment he and his wife, Emily, found out they were expecting. The joy and nervousness they felt seemed like a lifetime ago. They had spent months preparing for this day, decorating the nursery, attending prenatal classes, and debating baby names. They finally settled on Y/N, a name that felt just right.

"Matt," a nurse called softly, breaking him out of his reverie. "You can come in now."

He took a deep breath and followed the nurse into the delivery room. Emily lay on the bed, her face flushed but glowing with happiness. Her eyes met his, and she smiled despite her exhaustion.

"She's almost here," Emily whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Matt squeezed her hand, feeling the surge of love and admiration he had for his wife. He turned his gaze to the doctor, who nodded encouragingly. The next few minutes felt like a blur. Matt's heart raced as he watched Emily push with all her strength.

And then, a cry filled the room.

"It's a girl!" the doctor announced, holding up the tiny, wriggling bundle.

Tears streamed down Matt's face as he saw his daughter for the first time. She was perfect, with a tuft of dark hair and the tiniest fingers and toes. The nurse carefully placed her in Emily's arms, and Matt leaned in close to see his baby girl.

"Hi, Y/N," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm your daddy."

Emily looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "She's beautiful, Matt."

As he gazed at his daughter, Matt felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility and love. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to protect and cherish this little life.

The next year flew by in a whirlwind of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and precious moments. Y/N grew quickly, her personality blossoming with each passing day. She had inherited Matt's mischievous grin and Emily's sparkling eyes.

At one year old, Y/N was a bundle of energy and curiosity. She had a knack for getting into everything, just like her dad. Matt often found himself laughing at her antics, seeing so much of himself in her.

One afternoon, as Matt played with Y/N on the living room floor, he was struck by a memory. He recalled the moment he first held her, the overwhelming love he felt, and the promise he made. He watched as Y/N toddled around, her laughter filling the room, and he knew that he had kept his promise.