Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

My Little Girl

Song: Slipping Through My Fingers - Mamma Mia/ABBA

Word Count: 606

The soft morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the room as Y/N adjusted her daughter's veil. Her fingers worked carefully, smoothing out the delicate lace that fell in soft waves down Amelia's back. Y/N could feel the lump in her throat growing with every movement, but she forced a smile. Today was supposed to be a happy day.

"Mom, does it look okay?" Amelia asked, her voice laced with nervous excitement.

Y/N blinked away the tears that threatened to spill over and met her daughter's eyes in the mirror. "You look beautiful, sweetheart," she said softly. "Absolutely perfect."

Amelia smiled, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush, and Y/N's heart ached at the sight. How had time moved so quickly? It felt like only yesterday that Amelia was running through the house with wild curls bouncing and scraped knees from playing too hard. Now, here she was, standing in front of her in a flowing white dress, ready to walk down the aisle.

Y/N's mind drifted to the countless moments they had shared over the years. She remembered Amelia's first day of school, her tiny hand clutching hers tightly as they walked to the classroom. She remembered the sleepovers, the late-night talks about dreams and fears, and the teenage years when they had clashed over curfews and boundaries. Every stage of Amelia's life seemed to flash before her eyes, slipping through her fingers faster than she could grasp.

"You were always so strong," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even when you were little, you had this determination in you. I knew you'd grow up to be someone amazing, but I just never realized it would happen so quickly."

Amelia turned to her, her smile softening as she reached out to take her mother's hand. "Mom, I wouldn't be who I am without you. You've always been there for me, through everything."

Y/N squeezed her daughter's hand, feeling the familiar warmth of the connection they shared. But beneath the pride and joy, there was a bittersweet twinge that she couldn't shake. She had always known this day would come, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it. Letting go, even just a little, was harder than she had imagined.

From the doorway, Y/N's husband, Mattheo, watched them with a tender smile. His eyes, too, were filled with memories—memories of teaching Amelia to ride a bike, of cheering her on at Quidditch games, of watching her grow from a lively little girl into the graceful woman she had become.

As Amelia turned back to the mirror for one final adjustment, Y/N caught Mattheo's eye. They exchanged a look that spoke volumes—pride, love, and a shared understanding of the fleeting nature of time. Amelia was their little girl, but she was also her own person now, ready to embark on a new chapter of her life.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Y/N asked, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside her.

Amelia nodded, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "I'm ready, Mom."

With one last adjustment to the veil, Y/N stepped back, taking in the full picture of her daughter as a bride. She looked radiant, glowing with happiness, and in that moment, Y/N knew that despite the ache in her heart, this was exactly where Amelia was meant to be.

"Then let's go make some beautiful memories," Y/N said, her voice filled with love and pride.

As they walked toward the door, Mattheo joined them, wrapping an arm around Y/N's shoulders. Together, they walked with their daughter toward the next chapter of her life, knowing that even though time had slipped through their fingers, the bond they shared would remain unbreakable.

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Anyone crying with me? I know I'm young, but honestly thinking about my future children and imagining them growing up, HURTS. 

What names are you thinking for your future children? 

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