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This is so cute 😭😭

MY EVERY VALENTINE | MATTHEO RIDDLE

SUMMARY: you and mattheo reflect on your lives together and your previous valentine's days. WORD COUNT: 3423 NOTES: this was so cute to write, honestly it just flowed so easily. I just started typing and couldn't stop, I hope you all love it.

The door to the bedroom clicked open with a quiet snick, dragging across the plush carpet. Glancing up from your book, Mattheo smiled at you tiredly, and you tucked your latest up against your face, peering at him over the rim and biting your lip where he couldn't see.

You’d told him many a time before, and you’d gotten used to this view, seeing it every day for over the last decade, but that would never stop you from admiring your husband. He’d always had muscle, always been tall and well-built and handsome, but the years had only added to it all, fatherhood and marriage had only enhanced it.

His once sharp, clean jawline was now constantly stubbled simply from lack of time in the mornings for regular shaving, and his curls were grown out, unruly as they created a thick head of untamed hair on his head now. The first of the silver streaks were beginning to shine through, like pretty highlights through the darkness, silver linings on storm clouds, but no matter how many poetic comparisons you made, he still hated them.

The Quidditch-toned muscles of his body had padded out with the muscles of toting around all of your children and their baggage and games and toys over the years, swinging around your sons as they laughed, carrying your baby girl everywhere on his back and in his arms. A smattering of dark hair ran down his chest now, and a familiar, untamed trail below his navel dipped into his worn in plaid-pyjamas bottoms as he stretched.

Whiskey eyes caught your own, sleep ebbing out of them as he smirked instead, sliding off his slippers and padding over to the bed. Crawling up along the covers, he plucked the book from your hands, folding it closed and placing it on your bedside table, before leaning in. Hot breath brushed over your lips, the smell of his cologne washing over you as your face tipped up to face him, blinking innocently as your lips skimmed his.

“Easy bedtime, today?”

“Everyone went out like a light.” He murmured, dipping his head a little more, to steal a proper kiss from your lips, and you sank a little further into the pillows. He followed, supporting his weight over you, caging you in with his arms and legs as he held himself up, “Now, it’s our time.”

“Mmh,” You whispered, lifting a hand to brush through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

He laughed gently at that, before finally closing the distance, and you sighed happily into his mouth as it sealed over yours. After all these years, the passion never went aware, the fire never dulled, only changed from a roaring inferno to a simmering blaze. No longer did you have the frantic rush of youths, the eager race to undress one another and fit in as much as you could into stolen moments. Instead, you had the rest of your lives, to take your time, to savour each and every moment you could steal away together.

As his tongue swept across your lower lip, pushing between them and into your mouth to taste you, his hand shifted. One lifted, one staying to hold him up, and he skated a large palm along your body, tracing your curves in that familiar way that made what spark along your nerves. Finding the hem of your t-shirt, he tucked it underneath, tracing his knuckles along the skin of your lower stomach, light enough to make you gasp, make you shiver, the muscles twitching involuntarily at his teasing touch.

“Careful, Matty,” You grinned, reluctantly parting your mouth from his, and trailing kisses along his stumbled jaw instead as he panted above you. “It’s those same moves that got you in trouble last time.”

His rumbling laughter was felt in his chest, and sounded breathily next to your ear as he dipped his head to nip at your neck in ways he’d long since memorised to drive you wild. “Trouble, huh?”

“Well, that’s one to describe the gift you left growing inside me, hm?”

He retreated from your neck, a wicked grin on his lips. He didn’t have a response, you both knew you were right, and so he conceded with a far hotter kiss to quiet you and empty your mind of thoughts. Arching up into him, he pulled a moan from you as his hand slipped further up, higher under your shirt, dragging the material with him across your ribs until the tips of his fingers were brushing the undersides of your breast.

“Matty…”

“I know, baby.” His voice had dropped an octave, gone hoarse in that way that made your head spin, promises of things to come that would leave you sleepy and dazed and utterly spent, and you were once again biting your lip in anticipation. He dropped back to his knees, mouthing down across your chest, skipping over the bunched-up material at your collar and dropping his mouth to your stomach. He kissed over stretch marks and scars, your eyes fluttering shut and your head pressing into the pillow as he licked and kissed at every insecurity, showing you just how beautiful you were, and always had been, in his eyes.

Just as his breath ghosted over one pebbled nipple, his dark gaze meeting yours as you lifted your head, his expression reading as nothing short of ravenous, there was a quiet knock at the door. You both paused, took a breath, and watched as the lustful fire stuttered out in his eyes and worry replaced it.

Clearing his throat, you sat up in bed, tugging your shirt back down into place as the knock sounded again.

“Come in,” He called, rolling off of you and onto his side of the bed, just as the door opened. Standing in her little pink nightgown, Emmeline Riddle looked heartbreakingly adorable with her teary eyes and wobbly lip. Clutched under one arm on her hip was the huge stuffed bear Uncle Theo had given her for her birthday, and she pushed the door open a little wider with the other. “Oh, Emmy. I thought you’d gone to sleep.”

“I tried, Daddy.” She whispered, padding silently across the carpet to his side of the bed, and letting him hook under her armpits to tug her up into his lap. She sniffled, eyes going glassy again as he used one big hand to smooth down the side of the rumpled curls she’d been lying on. “Something moved. I heard it move. There’s something under my bed.”

“Something under your bed?”

“A monster. Atti told me so, he told me that that used to be his room, and he had to move out because the monster scratched him and that’s why there’s a scar on his leg!” With that, she burst into tears, rubbing at her eyes as you huffed out a breath through your nose. Tucking her head under his chin, Mattheo shushed her calmly while sharing a look with you.

Despite how protective her brothers could be, your second-born had taken a particular liking to winding up his sister as she grew old enough to understand and hold onto fears. He’d already managed to scare her away from feeding the ducks by talking about lake creatures that dragged little girls to the bottom and scared her half to death by talking about the giant spiders in the forest at Hogwarts after she’d found one in the shed the other day. Now, another one.

Kissing the top of her head, Mattheo wrapped his arms tighter around her, snuggling her in close to his body, and the sight warmed you.

“Do you want me to come and check? I promise you, Emmy, there are no monsters. Atticus is just trying to scare you.”

“But I heard something move, I saw the shadows!”

“It was probably just one of the cats, sweetheart.” Mattheo pulled back, tucking her hair out of her face and delicately wiping her cheeks. “You trust me, don’t you? You know I’d never lie to my baby girl.”

“I trust you.” She wobbled out, but you knew it was true. From the moment she’d come into this world, Emmeline had been a daddy’s girl. It was Mattheo whose chest she’d slept on, Mattheo who was the only one who could soothe her when she got colic, and Mattheo who she sought out after nightmares. He was her everything. “You’ll check?”

“I’ll come with you, and show you. Then I’ll tuck you in again, okay?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, a clear sign she’d be willing to return to her room, but only if she carried him.

You’d have to work on the carrying thing soon, she was coming up five and she couldn't keep demanding he carry her everywhere, but for now, it was worth it. You were still only just reinforcing the sleep-in-your-own-bed rule, after all. He indulged her far too much.

He stood with her in his hold, her legs dangling over his arms and swinging in the air as she sought security in his embrace, and he glanced back at you. “I’ll be back soon. And tomorrow, I’ll talk to Atticus. Again.”

“Maybe we should call Uncle Tom.” You smirked, and Emmeline raised her head. “That’ll get through to him, won’t it, Emmy?”

“Uncle Tommy will make sure Atti doesn’t scare me anymore?” She whispered, nodding as she thought about it. “I think you should call Uncle Tommy, daddy.”

“Well, if both my girls think so.” He teased, pinching her nose, and she giggled, scrunching her face up and snatching at his fist for her nose back as they walked out. You listened to them go, his deep voice fading alongside her giggles as they disappeared through the house.

In the aftermath of your almost moment, your heated skin cooled, leaving behind a chill in its wake, and you rose from the bed to tug on a hoodie, that you’d long since forgotten whether it was yours or Mattheo’s. It smelled like you both, and fit comfortably enough, and was cosy. It was more than enough for you. Marking your book page properly with its bookmark, your eyes lingered on the clock beside your bed, showcasing just how much had changed over the years.

Barely nine PM, and here you were, ready for bed. Ten years ago, you’d been spending this night in a tiny dress and tall heels, body pressed up to Mattheo in a sweaty club with music pounding through the floor as you danced your way through Valentine’s evening drunk and carefree.

Not that this life wasn’t perfect too, just different. But just what you’d always wanted.

That being said, it wasn’t late, and you weren’t beyond fun yet. Pulling on your slippers and making your way downstairs, you had chosen a bottle of wine from the rarely touched rack and grabbed two glasses when Mattheo came padding down the stairs. Poking his head into the living room, he smiled when he found you, and came over to join you on the couch.

He didn’t need much in the way of invitation, he took the bottle from your hands and uncorked it with a pop, before pouring you both an excessively generous glass. Settling back into the plush cushions, his arm stretched out behind you, offering you a place to curl into his body, and you took it. Tucking your feet underneath you and bringing the glass too, you settled into his side as his arm wrapped around you.

“I love you so much. You know that, right?”

He peered down at you curiously, a fond expression on his face. “Of course I do. You know I love you just as much, don’t you.”

“Of course I do,” You murmured, “I just couldn't remember the last time I said it out loud.”

“You don’t need to say it out loud for me to know it’s true, baby. I know you love me, I’ve loved you long enough now that I’d be able to tell if something changed between us.”

“Nothing is ever going to change between us, Matty.” Your vow made his expression soften further, his face melting into open adoration at your seriousness, “Nothing.”

He dropped his forehead to rest on yours, his throat bobbing as he considered what to say. “I know that, too. I have loved you since I was fifteen, and I’ll love you until my soul ceases to exist. Cosmic forces can't drag me from you and our family, my love.”

With a content sigh, you nestled into his side, letting the peaceful calm of the day wash over you. His fingers traced up and down your arm, the comfortable bliss of just spending some quiet time with your husband on Valentine’s Day was truly the best gift you could’ve asked for. You had no idea how long had passed, long enough to almost finish off your wine between sips, when you finally lifted your head again.

Mattheo’s glass was empty, an endearing pink flush on his cheeks from the wine, and you leant forward to place your glass beside his on the coffee table, topping them both up.

“Did you see what Emmy did to the flowers you got me?” Tipping your head towards the counter in the corner, his gaze tracked to them, and a bark of laughter escaped him. At night, she may be fearful and shy, but in the day, she was a force to be reckoned with. A force that had recently discovered the joys of scissors and cutting things, and was somehow getting her hands on them everywhere, no matter how much you hid them. “Her art project, she called it.”

Your beautifully arranged roses had been chopped to pieces, and only one remained standing intact, although half of the petals were hardly hanging on. The others had all been snipped, snapped, and rearranged to her liking; her liking being chaos, of course.

“Shame, they were pretty. I did say thank you for getting them for me, right?”

Two fingers pinched your chin, and he tipped your head back to place a kiss on your lips. “Yes, you did. But I figured she’d do that to them.”

With a sigh, he stood, taking the vase from the table and laughing all the way to the kitchen as he disposed of the ruined flowers into the trash. Moments later, just as you were picking up the TV remote, he reappeared, holding the pink vase you favoured more than any others in both hands.

“That’s why I got you these too and kept them hidden.”

Tears prickled along your eyes as you took in the new, colourful bouquet. Filled with more than just roses, these were bigger and better and even more stunning, and they filled the room with a floral smell you loved as he walked closer. “Oh, Mattheo…”

Your voice cracked, and he smiled bashfully as he handed them to you. He sat back down beside you as you admired them, placing them down on the coffee table to look at all evening, before turning back to him.

“You wonderful man.” They were the only words you could think of, reaching for him and pulling him into a kiss you hoped conveyed everything you felt. It seemed to do the trick, because beneath the scratching hairs of his stubble and the hands you had on his face, you could feel the way he smiled into the kiss. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you love me.” He pleaded, words brushed onto your lips as he bumped your noses together. “Tell me I’m the best man in the world and you’re lucky to have me.”

You scoffed out a laugh, but kissed him again soundly. “Mattheo, my handsome husband, I love you. You’re the best man in the world. And I am beyond lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one.” He said, sincerely this time, and the devotion written on his face confirmed his feelings. They weren’t just empty words, but the true songs of his heart, and that made it all the more special. “Do you remember our previous Valentines’. I was thinking about them before.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, slipping the remote from your hand and beginning to scroll through the movies available. “Which one?”

“The last one before we found out we were expecting for the first time. When we went dancing, all night long.” Casting your mind back, you did the maths you’d never done, laughing in his arms as Mattheo’s grip tightened around your body. Squeezing the forearm settling over your shoulders as you rested with your back to his chest, he moved on from the car racing movie he’d not so subtly slowed down on. “You know, thinking of it now, that might’ve been the night that conceived Lucas.”

Mattheo’s hips shifted underneath you and he grunted, dropping a hinting kiss below your ear, but not bothering to make any further kind of move. He flicked to the Rom-Com category, and you smiled to yourself. “Is that your favourite?”

“No.” You lay your head back against his shoulder, reaching for your wine and his. Pressing it into his hand, he took an immediate swig, before resting the glass against your skin as he held you once again. “My favourite was when we went on that ski trip the year after we graduated.”

“Oh… yeah. That was a good one.”

Poking him in the arm, you tipped your head as much as you could to look up at him. “Which one was your favourite?”

He glanced down, a nostalgic and faraway look on his face. “Our first one.”

“Our first one?” You sputtered, “Really? It was a disaster!”

That first date had been one mess after the next. It had rained on you both on your walk to Hogsmeade, his reservation had accidentally been double booked and the other couple had arrived first, and he’d forgotten the flowers he’d bought for you in his dorm, wilted next to the fireplace by the time you’d returned.

Mattheo only shrugged, smiling privately as he remembered it differently from you.

“Maybe, but it was the Valentine’s Day that made me realise I wanted to spend all my Valentines’ with you. Up until then, we’d only dated a couple of months, I wasn’t sure if you really liked me yet, and I was scared to ask. But then you told me despite it all, it was perfect as long as we were together, and you sat on the stoop of Flourish and Blotts eating pizza with me, and then you kissed me stupid when we got back until we’d been caught by a prefect and got detention. It was a terrible Valentine’s, but you said it was perfect because we were together, and the day didn’t matter, just that it was us. That’s when I knew you really liked me.”

“That’s when you knew?” You smiled as he kissed your forehead. “You should’ve just asked. All year that year I’d been writing ‘Mrs Riddle’ inside hearts in my notebooks like a silly little girl.”

“Your card the next year didn’t have an envelope, you remember? Because I addressed it to ‘The Future Mrs Riddle’ and then panicked just before picking you up and burned the envelope.” His confession made your heart burst, feeling like you were falling in love with him all over again. It never failed to surprise you that even after all these years, you still had things to learn about the man you loved, and things to teach him about yourself.

“I guess we got what we were hoping for.”

“Oh, baby, I couldn't have wished for a life this good in a thousand years. You gave me more than just what I hoped for, you gave me what I never even knew I could dream of.”

He settled on a movie for you to watch somewhere between kisses and mumbled exchanges of love and sips of wine. Reciting the vows you’d made, pledges of devotion, and cuddling filled your evening, until you’d almost dozed off in the arms of the man you love, on the couch of a home you’d chosen together, to raise your children in.

With the memories of your previous Valentine’s echoing around in your mind, you added another one to the list, with the man who would be your every Valentine’s date until you had no more.

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