At around 6:30pm, we decide to have dinner after feeding Conor and getting him to fall asleep, we think? It is really hard to tell since the eyes don't close, but he isn't making noise so we hope he is asleep.

"Alright pick something, then I will go though Nick's handy dandy instruction book on how to heat it up." I look at the book full of laminated pages and laugh. My parents left me with a pizza in the fridge while Matt's left him ready for the next world war. I can't decide between lasagna or chicken cutlets so Matt heats up both while I set the table for us.

"When is your birthday?" I ask Matt out of the blue. There are so many things I still don't know about him, what better time to ask than now? He brings over the two trays of food and sets them on the table as I move Conor to sit in his car seat on the table so we can keep an eye on him.

"November 27th, it happens to be the day after Thanksgiving this year, when is yours?" I write it down in my phone so I don't forget it while Matt serves us.

"April 9th. First relationship?" I begin eating, trying to act like it was just a casual question, but my leg is bouncing a mile a minute under the table anxiously awaiting his answer.

"My hand in like the 6th grade? But none, I am not the dating type because besides you, every girl at our school is either annoying, boring, or dumb, or some combination of those. Also, no one really gets how busy I am during wrestling, like I can't see you all the time or even most of the time and most girls aren't trying to see their boyfriend just for a few hours once a week. You?" I nod a little relieved at his answer. So I guess there isn't some mystery girl out there, good to know.

"His name was Andre and he was a senator's son. We were in 8th grade and the day before the last football game of the season he asked me to wear his jersey so I said yes because I liked him. The other girls were so jealous. I think the final count was 11 of us had a crush on Andre. Anyways, I wore it and someone at lunch asked if we were dating and he was like 'Duh she's my girlfriend, she is wearing my jersey isn't she' and that was it. We dated until his dad lost the re-election and they left D.C., so a little over a year." Matt nods and pushes his food around on his plate. I look down at my plate not knowing what to say.

"Did you love him? Or Brock?" The question catches me off guard. I mean in the moment I swore I loved them, that they were the one, but looking back did I really love either of them? Maybe?

"Maybe?" I say not really knowing what else to say. Matt looks at me and tilts his head, not really getting what maybe means. "I mean, in the moment I thought I did but it is easy to get swept up in the moments, you know? I guess I did with Andre enough to lose my virginity to him, but then again when we broke up I wasn't that devastated. Same with Brock, like I wasn't that upset, bitter he egged my house yes, but I didn't have that movie moment where I cried in bed feeling lost. Can I get back to you on that one?" Matt nods and we eat the rest of dinner in silence.

After dinner he does the dishes and I try to help but I don't really know where anything goes. "For the fifth time, that doesn't go in there stupid," Matt laughs before taking the little sprayer and shooting me with water. I yell and duck behind the island.

"Matt you're getting me wet, stop," I yell looking down at my wet white shirt that is now slightly see through. God bless whoever decided I should wear a cute bra this morning otherwise I would be mortified.

"I get a lot of girls wet, but usually they are begging me not to stop." I can hear the smirk he has on his face. That cocky attitude that loves to remind me he may not be the relationship type but he has plenty of fun, that is for sure. I roll my eyes before standing up and walking upstairs.

"Whatever, I am taking a shower, enjoy those dishes!" I grab my stuff and walk into the bathroom in the hall. I brought my own towels because I am really picky about them. It is one of those things I am weird about, but everyone has a thing.

Julia only sleeps with a silk pillowcase. Sasha has to have matching socks, but not just color, the brand has to match too. My dad cannot sleep in a bed if it wasn't made, he has literally made his bed just so he can open it and sleep in it. My mom can't share dairy. Just weird things that other people don't really understand, but to the person that does them it makes perfect sense.

I take a quick shower and get dressed, bringing my bag into Matt's room. When I walk in, he is laying on his bed reading Looking for Alaska by John Green. He is still on the first half of the book but should be at the later half soon. I wonder what his reaction to it will be? I cried the first time I read that book. Also the second, third, and fourth time too.

"First time reading it?" He looks up at me, putting a little bookmark that looks really old in the book and shutting it.

"It is, have you read it?" I nod and grab my brush out of my bag, brushing my hair as Matt gets up and walks over to the box for the pack-n-play. "Want to help me?"

"Sure, let me just fix my hair real quick." I walk into his bathroom and quickly braid my hair back so it doesn't look like a total mess. "Alright, let's do this shit," I say, skipping back into the room and jumping around as he cuts the box open.

"Hold it and I will pull the box," Matt instructs as I grab the folded up crib and he pulls the box. While he pulls the directions out of the box I open it and set it up. I lean against it waiting for him to notice but he is too focused. When he finally looks up I see his cheeks turn a slight pink, "Oh, I guess I didn't need to read the instructions then."

"Yeah, I used to babysit so I already knew how to set it up. Now put Conor in it! I want to see if he likes it!" Matt smiles, grabbing the baby and gently placing him in the crib. Malcolm runs over and sniffs it but thankfully he can not reach the baby inside. We both high five watching the dog continue to examine it.

"My turn to shower, do you need anything first?"

"Nope, I am good." He nods and walks off to his bathroom. I quickly pick up Conor and we head downstairs. I decide that after our semi-awkward dinner I am going to surprise Matt with his favorite dessert, slutty brownies but with a twist. Normal slutty brownies are a layer of cookie dough, a layer of Oreos, then a layer of brownie mix, but mine are different. Since I love Reese's so much, years ago I started putting them in between the cookie and the Oreo layer and never made them normal again.

The kitchen is thankfully super organized, so I manage to find everything I need with ease. I preheat the oven before greasing the pan and putting the cookie dough layer in. After that, I cover the cookie dough in a layer of Reese's, then place an Oreo in the middle of each Reese's. I make the brownie mix and pour it on top before putting the pan in the oven. I clean all the dishes and put them back before running to the living room and putting the TV on before he comes down.

"All done, what are you watching?" Matt asks, coming down in just black sweatpants. His hair is still dripping from his shower getting his exposed chest wet.

I don't answer right away, distracted by the sight in front of me, but snap out of it when he clears his throat still waiting for an answer. "Oh um nothing, I was just flipping through the channels, anything in mind," I ask, scooting over so Matt has room on the couch.

"Ever seen 50 Shades of Grey?" I know he is looking for a reaction by asking but I am not playing his little game.

"Seen the movies and read the books, let's put it on!" I laugh as his mouth drops open not expecting my response. Matt is about to say something when the timer cuts him off and I leave him confused in the living room.

"Slutty brownie," I offer, coming back into the living room with a couple on a plate. He takes the entire plate and won't share, forcing me to get up and bring the entire pan inside for us.

We finally settle on watching Teen Wolf from the beginning and the rest of the night is spent eating junk, watching Teen Wolf, and taking care of the baby. When we change him into his PJs, Matt makes us take a family selfie of us all in our PJs. I laugh and call him weird but the picture is super cute. At around 11pm we head up to Matt's room for bed.

"Take the bed tonight, I will be a gentleman and sleep on the couch," Matt says, grabbing a pillow and blanket off his bed and putting them on the couch.

"Are you sure? You have training in the morning." I put Conor in his bed and set up a little spot in case he cries during the night. There is an extra diaper and an already made bottle, that way we don't have to be up longer than necessary.

"I usually go hungover, so yes I am positive." He lays on the couch after making sure Conor and Malcolm are both comfortable. I lay down in his extremely comfortable bed that smells so much like him. "Night Barbie," he says through a yawn flicking off all the lights.

"Night Satan."

Matt's P.O.V.

I am usually a pretty heavy sleeper but a soft noise wakes me up at about 2am. I assume it is Conor so I walk over with my phone flashlight on, figuring there is no reason to wake Sydney up too. The noise gets a little louder as I look at Conor but it isn't coming from him.

I move over to Malcolm thinking maybe it is him but he is also awake staring at my bed. Oh duh, she must be a sleep talker. I pet him on the head trying to get him to settle back in before laying back down. I am almost asleep when the yelling starts.

"No! No! NO! Help him!" I jump up and flick the lamp on. Sydney is thrashing around tangled in my sheets so I sit on the edge of the bed and try to wake her up.

"Sydney! Wake up!" I grab her shoulders and try to wake her. Her eyes shoot open and lock with mine. I can't breathe for a second when her eyes full of fear look at mine. Whatever her dream was, it got to her.

"I-I am s-so sorry," she says softly sitting up. I can see the tears running down her face even in the mostly dark room. I don't care if she woke me up, I just want to make sure she is ok. I pull her into a hug and her small little hands grab onto me, her arms wrapped around me in a grip tighter than I thought humanly possible.

"You're ok," I whisper into her hair as I pull her tiny little body into me. Her shirt is completely covered in sweat and she is shaking uncontrollably. I feel helpless at the moment, not knowing how to help her. I shift us so I am leaning against the headboard and she is on my lap, her face buried into my chest. I hold her tightly while she cries not saying a word, she doesn't need words right now.

When she finally calms down, she wipes her face with the back of her hand and looks up at me. I reach my hand up and use my thumb to brush away one lone tear she missed. She gives me a weak smile and I return it, not sure what to do. "Thank you," she whispers, laying her head back on my chest.

I lay my head on hers and whisper back, "I will always be here." She sighs and we lay like this for another few minutes just sitting in comfortable silence. I think she is asleep so I move my head and look down at her. She looks up at me and then starts to move off. "Hey you're fine, I just thought maybe you went back to sleep." I tighten my arms around her not ready for her to get off my lap just yet. "Do you want one of my shirts?"

She nods and I let her off my lap getting up to grab her a new shirt. "I think I am going to hop in the shower and just rinse off," she says standing up with me.

"Ok use my bathroom, I will throw a new shirt in on the counter. Do you want pants too?" I ask knowing I am being greedy. I just can't stop myself from wanting to see her in my clothing again. That first night when she slept over she just looked so innocent, but I also wanted to throw her on the bed and. . . Matt stop, not the time.

"If you don't mind?" I smile and nod as she grabs her Barbie pink towel and walks into my bathroom. I walk into my closet and grab an old pair of boxers first. I wonder if I should get more for her since I only have a few pairs. No, that is stupid, it is not like she wants to sleep in my stuff, she brought her own stuff.

I pick a shirt, not accidentally one of my favorite Penn State shirts. Walking back into my room, I crack the door to the bathroom and slide the stuff onto the counter. I fight the urge to look in the mirror to see if I can see her. I can't as much as I want to, I am letting myself get too deep into this. I am setting myself up to get hurt again.

I straighten up my bed and sit down turning on the TV, putting on Friends. It is not my show of choice, but right now isn't about me. She finally comes out not looking as pale or scared as she did earlier. She plops down in my bed next to me and I poke her side trying not to stare at her in my clothes. "Friends?" She asks, smiling at me with her eyes dancing with excitement. God, she is so simple to make happy.

"Yup!" I say, as she giggles like a child at the episode. Joey has his head stuck in a turkey which I don't really get but she loves it. We watch two episodes, well she does anyways; I spend most of the episodes watching her as she laughs and repeats the lines under her breath.

She yawns and snuggles back into bed as the third episode starts, fighting to keep her eyes open. I go to get up and move back to the couch but her little hand grabs my arm as she softly asks, "Stay?" I stop panicking a little. She wants me to stay? In bed? With her? I gulp and get under the covers. She sighs not saying a word and moves a little closer to me.

I lay there looking at the ceiling for what feels like forever. She is so fucking close. Suddenly she makes a noise and I fear it is another nightmare so I pull her close to me. She nuzzles into my side, her arm across me and her leg over mine falling between my two legs.

I put my arm around her back and my other over her hand on my chest. I try to take deep slow breaths hoping she cannot hear my heart racing in my chest. I have never slept in bed with a girl, not like this. I don't share a bed, ever. I get what I want and then have them go home. I want to sleep and I am not cuddling you all night because we fucked.

I can't stop myself as I lean down and kiss the top of her head. I close my eyes trying to fall asleep, hoping time slows down but knowing in a few hours this will just be a memory. A part of me is terrified she will wake up and regret this. I push the thoughts from my head, allowing myself for once in my life to just enjoy the moment. But then again, like she said, 'It is easy to get swept up in the moments'.

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Love writing Matts P.O.V.! I have a few two more chapters partly in his P.O.V. coming up but should I include his P.O.V. more?

Also update! As of last night my law school is officially closed at least for the week potentially longer due to Coronavirus, so I have decided since I will have tons of time to write to update everyday this week!