His Little Miracle

He seemed to reach for his phone the second before it started robotically saying your name, and he picked up immediately. “Hi sweetheart,” he greeted.

“Jesus, Matty, were you hovering by the phone?” You asked with a laugh, light and happy and melodic to his ears.

“No,” he answered, a little grateful you didn’t know when he was lying. “Heading home for the day?”

“Yep,” you said cheerfully, and he heard the sound of traffic increase in the background of the call. You must have just left your office. “Although I think I’m going to make a stop on the way home.”

Matt’s brow furrowed, his mouth flicking down into a grimace. The whisper of anxiety in his head made his stomach clench and he tried to stifle it. “Where?” He asked, hoping you didn’t hear how strained his voice was. 

If you did, you didn’t mention it, which he was grateful for. “One of my coworkers recommended this little shop not too far. Said they had really cute baby stuff and I wanted to check it out. We still haven’t really bought anything with everything going on and I just want to start preparing.”

“Oh,” Matt replied, dragging in a deep breath. He realized you were right. Neither of you had bought anything for the baby yet, not even an outfit or a bib. He pushed away from his desk, moving to pick up his cane from its spot against the wall. “What’s the address? I’ll come meet you.”

“You don’t have to do that, Matt. I know you’re busy working on that tenancy case,” you said, accompanied by the sound of opening and closing a door. You were taking a taxi then, which put Matt’s mind at ease. He didn’t want you walking anywhere far alone. 

“I wasn’t getting much done anyways. Having a hard time concentrating,” he admitted, opening the door to his office. Karen looked up from her spot, giving him a curious look. “Just send me the address and I’ll be right there.”

“Okay,” you accepted, and he could hear the smile in your voice. Good, you were happy he was coming. “See you soon, love you!”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Matt replied before he ended the call. He could still feel Karen’s eyes on him, and soon Foggy was in the doorway from his office. 

“Everything alright?” Karen asked, her brow furrowed with worry. Seemed like Matt wasn’t the only one worried about you now.

“We’re going shopping for some baby things. I’ll come in early tomorrow morning to make up my time,” Matt said as he moved towards the door. 

“When have you ever been early to work, Murdock?” Foggy reprimanded, although not seriously, given the way he rolled his eyes.

“There’s a first time for everything!” Matt snarked back, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he opened the front door. 

-

Matt opened the door to the small store, immediately latching onto your scent to locate you in the store. You were off to the right, in front of a row of… cribs, Matt realized, mapping out the shape in his mind. The different scents of wood and paint mingled as he approached. You were too deep in thought to have noticed he came in, and jumped a little when he placed his hand on the small of your back. “Oh! Hello my love,” you greeted when you saw him, a smile lighting up your face. You reached up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. Reluctant to let you go so soon, Matt met your kiss with more heat, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place. 

“Missed you today,” he murmured when he finally pulled away, his nose brushing the tip of yours.

“I can see that,” you breathed, your nose wrinkling in amusement. 

Matt hummed, his hand dropping to cradle the swell of your belly, his head tilting as he listened to the steady heartbeat within. “How was the little one today?”

“Active. Sat through a two hour meeting while getting kicked in the bladder,” you grumbled, head tilting down to look at your belly. “Quiet now though. Must be taking a nap.”

“Don’t you know? It’s exhausting being a baby,” Matt teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He nodded his head towards the cribs. “See one you like?”

You sighed, looking back towards the row of furniture. “The one right here is nice, but it’s white. I feel like it’s just too bright for our apartment. I want one with more of a dark wood, I think.”

Matt allowed you to guide him down the row of cribs, listening contently as you described each one to him. He rejected one on scent alone, far too many chemicals in the paint for him to be comfortable placing his baby in it. You paused longer at one towards the end of the aisle, and he could hear the scrape of your teeth against your lower lip. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?”

“I really like this one, Matty, but it’s expensive,” you mumbled, a hint of guilt lacing your tone. While Nelson, Murdock, and Page was successful, they still struggled to make ends meet sometimes, with all of the pro bono cases they took. An expensive purchase wasn’t usually in the cards. “It says on the tag it turns into a toddler bed too, though, so it would last us a while.”

Matt reached forward, running his fingers along the wood, listening to the creaking of the wood as it shifted under his touch. There wasn’t a lot of give, and the screws held everything in place snugly. “It’s built sturdy,” he observed, head tilted. “How much is it?”

“$450,” you replied, then shook your head resolutely. “We shouldn’t. It’s over budget.”

“The most important thing is that it is safe for our baby,” Matt said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “And like you said, it will last us a few years. It’s the color you want?”

You reluctantly nodded, turning your face up to look at him, exploring his face with your gaze. “It matches the dresser in our bedroom really well.”

“Then this is the one we’ll get. Only the best for our baby,” he said, giving you a smile.

You called over a sale’s associate and spoke to her about getting one delivered to the apartment. Matt wandered off, running his fingers along the wall to guide his way. There was a wall in the back covered in clothes, the smell of wool, cotton, and satin drawing him in. His fingertips brushed across the first outfit, feeling the shape of it delicately. His eyebrows furrowed as he realized how small it was, how little fabric it actually contained. Were babies really this small when they were born? He couldn’t remember ever holding a baby. He had held a toddler once, maybe two years old, one of Foggy’s cousins at a holiday party he had been invited to back when they still worked for Landman and Zack. He had just barely caught the toddler before she ran into the edge of the dining table, avoiding splitting her head open on the blunt corner. She had still been little, but not this little.

His touch skimmed the front of the onesie, and he noticed the silky embroidery threads. His fingers made out the words ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. He could instantly picture a small baby, soft and warm and scented just like you, curled up against his chest, wrapped securely in his arms. He cleared his throat against the knot that had settled there and tried to ignore how much he ached to hold his baby. While your pregnancy seemed to have flown by, past the halfway point now, he still counted down the days until your due date, until he could finally meet the little one you carried with you. His and yours and perfect in every way.

Your voice behind him managed to pull him out of his thoughts, and he turned his head to listen. “Crib will be delivered next week. Maybe you can get Foggy to come over to help you assemble it.”

Matt hummed thoughtfully, still distracted by the little outfit in his hand. “He’s not usually very handy. Maybe Karen would be better, she’s good at keeping things organized and going step by step.”

You snorted, bringing your hand up to hold onto his bicep. “Fine. Foggy will help me wash and fold any clothes we get. Find anything good over here?”

Matt turned his head back to the clothes in front of him, pursing his lips. “Are they all this small?” He asked quietly, his fingers still caressing the fabric of the onesie.

You shrugged, looking around on the racks. “Looks like they come in different sizes. The one you’re holding is a newborn size.”

“It’s tiny,” Matt whispered, his breath hitching in his chest. “Are they really going to be this little?”

You let out a laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. He enjoyed the warm it leaked onto his skin through his shirt. “Well I was 7 pounds, 4 ounces when I was born, which is about average. Do you know how big you were?”

Matt shrugged. “My dad never told me, I don’t think. I’ll ask Sister Maggie next time I see her,” he murmured. He finally dropped the onesie from his fingers. “Regardless, I don’t think that onesie will work for us, since we don’t know if the baby is a girl.”

“I keep telling you, my mother’s intuition is telling me it’s a boy,” you teased, pulling away to browse more of the clothes. You pulled something off the shelf, smiling to yourself. “This one says ‘Future Superhero’. Maybe they’ll follow in your footsteps?”

Matt scoffed, shaking his head. “As if I’d let that happen.”

You laughed, putting the little onesie back on the shelf. “Are all Murdocks this stubborn?”

“Now that I think about it… yes,” Matt said, throwing you a smirk as he felt for more clothes. His fingertips brushed against something soft and light weight, and he instantly picked it up, drawn to it inexplicably. “What about this one? What does it look like?”

You looked up, and your face instantly brightened. “Oh, that one is cute,” you said, your voice pitched up in excitement. “It’s a little outfit set. The onesie says ‘loved’ and the pants have little otters cuddling. I like it a lot, we should get it.”

Matt made sure to feel each of the fabrics, holding them in his hands with an abundance of reverence. It was so odd to think that his baby would be wearing these tiny clothes, so impossibly small that it was hard to comprehend. He followed you as you picked up a few more onesies, handing them to him to hold at his insistence. He tried not to cry when you gave him a little onesie that read ‘My Daddy Loves Me Beary Much’ with a matching bear-eared hat, but he could feel the tears gather in the corner of his eyes. 

Of course you noticed. You had a way of knowing everything about him, sometimes before he admitted it to himself. “Oh my love,” you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you emotional. Everything alright?”

Matt nodded quickly, leaning his head into your palm. “Everything is perfect, sweetheart. More than perfect.”

And though you couldn’t hear it, his heartbeat rang steady, the truth of it sitting deep within his soul. 

-

“Hola mi amigos!” Foggy greeted brightly as he opened the door to your apartment, balancing two large pizza boxes in his hand, a 6 pack of beer in the other. “It’s crib-building time!”

Matt had called up Foggy and Karen when the crib was delivered a few days later, organizing a day where they could help him build the crib. They agreed on that Saturday, but Foggy insisted on making it an event, complete with pizza and beer and board games ‘as a reward for all of our hard work’. 

“Let me get those from you, Foggy,” you offered, holding out your arms to take the pizzas from him with a smile. “You look like you’re struggling.”

Foggy looked up at you, and his eyes widened a fraction. “And you look like you’re smuggling a watermelon under your shirt! How big is little Murdock now?”

You rolled your eyes. “Only about the size of a head of lettuce, but thanks for making me feel huge,” you said sarcastically, placing a hand on your stomach as you felt the baby in question give a little kick. 

“It’s not my fault you seem to be growing every time I see you, which is too few and far between now. Matt said you were swamped at work lately,” Foggy replied as he shuffled off to the kitchen to put down the food and drinks. 

“Just finished with a big client. Got a raise out of it though, which is nice,” you said with a smile. “I should be able to come around more often now.”

“Good. Josie’s hasn’t been the same without you.” Foggy placed the beer in the fridge. “Is Karen here yet?”

“In here!” Came her voice from the bedroom. “This crib is a nightmare!”

Foggy groaned, resting his forehead against the freezer door. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“She’s being dramatic, we’re fine,” Matt called in reply. 

“We’re already missing a screw, Matt,” Karen grumbled.

“It’s under the dresser.”

“… got it.”

You laughed, walking towards the counter to open the nearest pizza box and taking out a slice, too hungry to bother with finding a plate. As you took a bite, Foggy moved to open the second box, revealing a large order of cinnamon sticks. “Matt said to get you something sweet. Is this okay?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Yes, Foggy, that’s perfect. Little Murdock has been giving me a huge sweet tooth. Not sure I needed a whole large box of them, but thank you.”

“Who says you get this all to yourself?” Foggy teased, pulling apart the sticks and shoving one into his mouth with a grin.

“Don’t spoil your dinner, Fogs,” Matt reprimanded jokingly, padding out from the bedroom. Karen followed behind, making a beeline for the kitchen. 

“I don’t know which one of you chose this crib, but it will be a miracle if we finish it by sundown,” Karen grumbled as she grabbed a plate and a slice of pizza. 

“Sorry, that would be me. Is it really that bad?” You asked, looking up at Matt as he put his hands on your hips. 

“It’s complicated, but I think we’ll manage. I didn’t graduate Summa Cum Laude from Columbia for nothing, you know,” he mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to the junction between your neck and shoulder, humming as the scent of you grew warmer.

“Get a room, lovebirds,” Foggy quipped, tossing a paper plate at Matt like a frisbee, who caught it midair with ease. Foggy grumbled under his breath. “Okay, that’s wildly unfair.”

Both you and Matt laughed as you grabbed your food and headed to the living room. All four of you congregated there, talking and eating your food, with Foggy occasionally throwing something at Matt, seemingly at random, just to see if he could catch him off guard. 

As you finished your share of cinnamon sticks, you sat back on the couch, hands perched contently on top of the curve of your stomach. Matt leaned in to join you, his hand cupping the lower part of your belly, thumb brushing against your tank top. He smiled a bit as he felt a kick to his palm and scooted closer, pressing his full body against you. “I don’t think that will ever get old,” he murmured resting his chin on your shoulder, his stubble scratching against your skin. 

“Oh, is the baby moving?” Karen asked, a hint of excitement lacing her tone.

You nodded, and waved her over. “Come feel. They’re always more active right after a meal.”

Karen shuffled over, perching delicately on the arm of the couch. She let you guide her hand to your belly, right over the last spot you felt movement. It took a moment, but there was a firm thump against her fingers, which made her laugh and wrinkle her nose. “Fiery little one, huh? Maybe it’s another little Murdock boy, wanting to be just like his dad.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well Matt is hoping for a girl, but I think it’s a boy.”

“For the record, I’m team girl all the way,” Karen said, drawing her hand away gently. “The more girls to keep these boys in line, the better.”

Foggy scoffed indignantly. “We’re doing just fine, thank you. And little Franklin Murdock will be the cutest little future ring bearer at their wedding.”

“Okay, two things,” you interrupted, brows furrowed as you stared at Foggy with amusement. “Number one, not naming our baby Franklin. And number two, we’re not even engaged.”

“Take that up with lover boy over there!” Foggy exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at Matt, who was still snuggled close to you, resting his head on your shoulder. The tips of his ears, however, were turning pink. “He’s the one who has been dragging his feet. I told him a year ago he needed to put a ring on it!”

You raised an eyebrow and looked down at Matt, who had the decency to keep his face hidden in the crook of your neck. “Is that so?”

Matt hummed. “I have no idea what he’s talking about,” he said smoothly, though the bright shade of blush that was spreading down his neck said otherwise. 

“Bullshit, Murdock. You came in all giddy after she agreed to move in with you, and I told you then and there that I would help you pick out a ring.” Foggy took a sip from his beer, shaking his head. 

“I was not giddy,” Matt protested, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“I think that’s an admission of remembering the conversation, your honor,” Karen said with a giggle, looking over at Foggy.

Matt stiffened, then let out a sigh. “Is it too late to plead the fifth?” He grumbled, pulling his head from your shoulder to send an unfocused glare at Foggy. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but he kept his expression stoic.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You grabbed Matt’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Luckily for you, I know a really good lawyer,” you teased, leaning over to press a kiss to Matt’s heated cheek. “Alright, you and Karen get back to work on the crib. I’m going to show Foggy my ring wishlist.”

“Oh, you’re in deep shit now, Murdock,” Foggy said with a laugh of his own. 

-

You slowly got used to having the crib in the corner of the bedroom, empty but waiting to be filled. Every time you looked at it, your heart would skip a beat with anticipation, and you’d smile to yourself. In just a few months, your baby would occupy that space. You were glad it fit so nicely in the bedroom, so that if you had to get to the baby quickly in the middle of the night, it wasn’t far. It almost made you glad for Matt’s one bedroom apartment.

However, when you arrived home from work one day, that little corner was a bit more crowded, this time accompanied by a plush rocking chair. Your brow furrowed in confusion; you and Matt hadn’t picked it out together, and yet it fit so perfectly with the other furniture in the space. It was a warm tan color, which melded with the warmth of the brick wall behind it. You shuffled over to it and sat down, sinking into it comfortably. You hummed contently and let your head fall back, using your toes to rock the chair lightly.

Matt appeared in the doorway, folding his arms across his broad chest and leaning against the wall with his shoulder. “You like it?” He asked, a hesitant smile forming as his face softened. 

“It’s very comfortable,” you murmured, letting your eyes fall closed. The chair molded to your body perfectly, taking away the slight ache that had settled in your lower back as your baby grew. “I think you’ll be lucky if I ever leave it.”

Matt chuckled. “Karen said the color would look nice. I hope she was right.”

“She was. It looks nice next to the crib,” you agreed. You kicked off your shoes, letting them clatter against the hard wood. You winced as the pressure eased from your swollen feet, using the lever on the side of the rocker to kick up the foot rest. “Can I just eat dinner in here?” You whined with a pout, and peeked open one eye to look at Matt.

Matt frowned, hearing the blood rushing back into your feet. “You need to wear more supportive shoes,” he mumbled, stepping forward to kneel at the foot rest. He took one of your feet into his hands, and dug his thumbs into the sore spots, massaging away the stiffness. “I can bring dinner to you in here, if you want.”

You hummed and nodded. A moan escaped your throat as Matt pressed into a particularly tough spot in the arch of your foot. “That would be amazing, Matty. Thank you.”

Matt was quiet for a moment, focusing all of his attention on bringing down some of the swelling in your feet. When he was done, he scooted a little closer, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your stomach. “You take it easy on your mommy, okay?” He murmured, face hovering close to your bump. “She’s working really hard on taking care of you.”

You snorted, moving a hand to poke at the side of your stomach. “Yeah, you hear that? No more waking me up 3 times a night to go pee.”

Matt chuckled, resting his forehead against your belly. The baby was quiet for now, heart rate resting, probably asleep from your walk home. Though he had no doubt that dinner would give the baby some energy, and he would get to feel some of the strong movements that had been happening lately. You’d said that the kicks were visible from the outside now, sometimes a foot or an elbow protruding under your skin. Sometimes if he was concentrating, he could hear it happen from across the room, a dull thump coming from within. 

You did manage to stay in that chair until after dinner, rocking as you ate the stir fry Matt prepared, which had just the right amount of spice, as always. Afterwards, Matt helped you from the chair and you got changed into your pajamas, which due to the summer heat, consisted simply of a sports bra and a pair of loose sleep shorts. You settled into your side of the bed and pulled over the book from your nightstand, beginning your latest nighttime ritual with Matt: going through baby names.

“Boys or girls first?” You asked, giving him a smile as he climbed into bed next to you. 

He hummed thoughtfully, pulling you closer to him, making sure your back was pressed snugly to his chest. His arms wrapped around you, hands stroking over the skin of your belly softly. “Girls first,” he decided, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Good, I’ve already gotten a few circled,” you murmured as you flipped the book open. “Let’s see… Olivia?”

“Too common,” Matt replied quickly. 

“Evelyn.”

“Not bad. Not my favorite though.”

“Eloise?” 

“Like that Christmas movie you made me listen to?” Matt asked with a laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Next.”

You frowned, but flipped to another page where you had circled two names and drew an arrow between. “Ooh, alright, I liked this one as a combined name. Mallory Mae Murdock.”

Matt snorted, but didn’t shoot it down right away. “Sticking with the alliteration my parents started, hm?”

“It worked for them, didn’t it? Matthew Michael Murdock has a great ring to it,” you complimented, tilting your head back to smile up at him.

He paused for a moment, mulling over the name. “It’s… not bad. I think it might grow on me. Can I think about that one?”

“Of course,” you agreed, scribbling a star next to the name idea with the pen from your nightstand. “What about… Lillian?”

“Lillian Murdock,” Matt breathed, testing the name in his mouth. He sighed and rested his cheek against your hair. “Lilly as a nickname?”

You nodded, tapping the end of your pen against the page. “Lilly Murdock sounds cute, doesn’t it?”

“It does. I don’t like it as much as Mallory though,” he admitted. “Keep it as a runner up.”

You nodded, writing a star next to that one as well. “What do you think about Grace as a middle name? I don’t think I like it as a first name, but it pairs well with some of our first name choices.”

Matt thought it over for a moment. “Lillian Grace might be a good combination. I don’t like it with our other options.”

“Not Mallory Grace?” You asked, furrowing your brow as you wrote down the joint name in the margins of the page. “I thought that fit nicely.”

Matt shook his head, staying quiet for a moment before he responded sheepishly, “The alliteration might be growing on me.”

You let out a laugh. “See? I told you, your parents were onto something there.”

Matt smiled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and placing a tender kiss there. “Boys now?”

“I’m much more set on some of the boys names I have,” you said as you flipped to the back of your book. “I have it narrowed down to four.”

“Only four options?” Matt asked, a little surprised. “Why are you more certain of the boy names?”

You hesitated, and in that moment, Matt heard your heart stumble just briefly. You were nervous, he realized, listening to your fingers fidget with the corner of your page. Finally, after a beat too long, you answered. “Because I already know what middle name I want to use. If you’re okay with it, of course.”

“What is it?” Matt asked quietly, his turn to be hesitant. His thumbs rubbed repeatedly right below your navel, soothing both you and him with the movement. 

“I’d really like to use Jack as the middle name,” you murmured, placing your hand on top of his on your belly when you felt him freeze. You kept talking, wanting to convince him before he completely shut down emotionally, as he too often did. With him sat behind you, you couldn’t see his face to gauge his reaction, but his whole body was stiff against yours. “I know you may not want to, and that’s okay. We can find something else. But I think it would be nice, to let our baby have a connection to your dad. He meant so much to you, Matty.”

Matt was quiet for a long stretch of time. You waited patiently, allowing him to process your request at his own speed. You were tempted to pull out of his arms and turn to look at him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break this contact. You knew how touch-starved Matt was constantly, craving the feeling of your skin against his at all times, one of the only things that brought him instant comfort. 

He finally spoke, his voice barely audible. “Okay.”

Your brow furrowed, lips curving down into a slight frown. You didn’t really know what you expected, but a simple ‘okay’ wasn’t it. You had to try to confirm it was truly what he wanted, not just him trying to please you. You wanted to offer him an out. “Are you sure? You can say no.”

“I’m sure, sweetheart,” Matt breathed into your neck, tickling strands of hair against your skin. “I would like that… a lot. And I think he would have too.”

You smiled a bit, turning your head to press a kiss to his temple. Matt hummed softly at the contact. “He would be so proud of you, Matty. You help so many people.”

Matt grunted softly, quickly brushing past the compliment. “So, what are the first name choices?” 

“Well my first one keeps a bit of alliteration. Miles Jack Murdock?” You offered up the name, even though it wasn’t one you were sold on yet. “It means soldier. I’d like to think he’d be a tough little guy with a dad like you.”

Matt shook his head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, he shouldn’t have to be a little soldier. Not like I had to be after my dad passed away, not like Stick wanted me to be. He should just get to be our sweet little boy.”

You nodded in understanding. Truth be told, you hadn’t thought about it like that before, but it made perfect sense why Matt would feel that way. You crossed out the name. “Well if you want something sweet, I really like Isaac. It means ‘he will laugh’, and it’s biblical too. Does that get it some bonus points?” You asked with a smile.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder in that signature smirk of his. “Isaac Jack Murdock,” he tested out the name, humming in thought. “I like it, it’s not bad. And yeah, I think the biblical ties do give it some bonus points, at least it will with Sister Maggie.”

You put a star next to the name in your book. “Okay, our first contender for boy names! Although I don’t think it’s my favorite on my list. I have one that I’ve grown especially attached to,” you admitted, chewing on your bottom lip as you flipped to the page you had it circled. 

“Let’s hear it, then,” Matt murmured as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder, relishing the heat of it against his mouth. “I’m sure if you love it, I’ll love it just the same.”

“Theodore Jack Murdock,” you said, your voice holding a softness and admiration for the name. There was something so classic about it, but strong and soft at the same time. “It has a lot of nickname options, like Teddy and Theo, and this is the part I think you’ll like the most… it means ‘gift of God’.”

“Oh,” Matt breathed, his fluttering kisses ceasing against your skin as he froze. For a moment you wondered if he didn’t like it after all, but suddenly Matt was nodding, tightening his arms around you, molding himself to your body. His hands on your belly cradled it with an abundance of reverence. “Yeah, I think that’s it. If it’s a boy, he’s going to be our Theo.”

In an instant, it felt like your heart burst, and you couldn’t halt the happy tears that welled up in your eyes. “Yeah?” You wanted to make sure this was what he wanted, that he wasn’t agreeing just to make you happy.

“Absolutely. It’s perfect, sweetheart,” Matt mumbled, one of his hands coming up to cradle your jaw, turning your face to meet his. His lips captured yours in a searing kiss, filled with warmth and love and worship. When he broke away, he didn’t stray far, his lips still ghosting against yours with every breath he took. “And whichever our baby is, boy or girl… it won’t matter. I love them with all of my heart.”

You let out a wet laugh, tears clinging to your lashes. “Me too, Matty. Me too.”