Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

From Sparks to Forever

Word Count: 952

Part 2 of Unexpected

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The day their daughter was born, Mattheo paced the length of the hospital like a caged animal, running a hand through his hair every few minutes. Y/N alternated between glaring at him and wincing through another contraction, clutching the bedrails like her life depended on it.

"If you keep pacing, you'll wear a hole in the floor," she snapped, her voice strained but laced with exasperated humor.

"And if you keep screaming at me, I might pass out," Mattheo shot back, though his dark eyes were filled with worry.

"Please, Riddle," Y/N huffed, her face twisting in pain. "You'd pass out from your reflection, not this."

Despite the tension in the room, a faint chuckle escaped Mattheo's lips. He walked to her side, grabbing her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. "I'm serious, Y/N. I'm here. And if I pass out, it'll only be because you've crushed my hand."

She rolled her eyes but didn't let go. Their sarcasm was their shield, their way of keeping the fear and the unknown at bay.

After hours that felt like an eternity, a high, piercing cry filled the room, silencing their banter. Both froze, staring at the tiny, wriggling bundle the healer held up.

"A girl," the healer announced with a warm smile. "You have a healthy baby girl."

Mattheo, for once, was speechless. As the healer placed their daughter in Y/N's arms, he leaned closer, his breath catching in his throat. She was perfect—tiny fingers, a button nose, and a pair of dark eyes that blinked up at them with curiosity.

"She looks like you," Y/N murmured, her exhaustion giving way to a soft, awed smile.

Mattheo shook his head, his lips curving upward. "Poor kid."

Y/N laughed quietly, cradling the baby against her chest. For a moment, the world felt still, the weight of everything else falling away.

The first few weeks were absolute chaos. Their daughter, who they named Maya, had a knack for waking them at all hours of the night, her cries demanding attention.

"Your turn," Y/N mumbled one night, shoving Mattheo awake as Maya's wails pierced the quiet.

"I've been up there three times already," Mattheo groaned, dragging a pillow over his face.

Y/N glared at him from her side of the bed. "Well, I pushed her out of my body, so I win. Go."

Mattheo muttered something under his breath but got up, his steps heavy as he stumbled to the crib. "Alright, Maya," he said, scooping her up and bouncing her gently. "What's the problem now? Hungry? Cold? Or are you just like your mother and want to make me suffer?"