The night was quiet at the Sturniolo house, the soft glow of Matt's desk lamp illuminating his face as he worked on his computer. The brothers were winding down from the day, but the atmosphere was far from tense. Nick and Chris were sprawled on the floor nearby, tossing a football between them while Matt sat at his desk, editing something on his laptop.

It had been a long day, but Matt enjoyed these peaceful moments—just him and his brothers, casually talking and working, each lost in their own little world. Even as they all tried to wrap things up for the night, there was something comforting about having everyone together.

Meanwhile, you, YN, had quietly wandered into Matt's room earlier. You'd been feeling a little tired and, as usual, found your way to his bed. It was always the most comfortable spot to nap, especially with his stuffed pug, Mrs. Wrinkles, sitting there. The pug had been Matt's stuffed animal for years—his own little companion—but lately, he'd let you cuddle it when you needed it most.

You'd crawled onto the bed, clutching Mrs. Wrinkles to your chest, her soft fur providing the comfort you needed. You weren't asleep just yet, but you were already curling up, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to you. Eventually, your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing slowing as you snuggled deeper into the blankets with Mrs. Wrinkles safely tucked against your side.

Back at the desk, Matt's attention wavered from his screen as he heard the familiar sound of you settling in on his bed. He turned, glancing over his shoulder, and his eyes softened when he saw you already fast asleep. It wasn't unusual to see you curled up there, especially with Mrs. Wrinkles in your arms, and he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips.

Nick, who had been watching Matt for a moment, raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. "Yo, Matt," he called out, tossing the football back to Chris. "Where's your little me girl?"

Matt, still looking at you, replied casually, "She passed on... in the bed."

Nick and Chris both looked at each other, a little confused at first, but they saw the tenderness in Matt's face, the way he was watching over you. They both quickly realized he wasn't joking—Matt's little version, the one who shared so many of his quirks, was peacefully asleep on his bed, hugging his favorite stuffed pug.

Chris chuckled softly, "She's out like a light, huh?"

Matt nodded, his smile softening even more. "Yeah. Mrs. Wrinkles wore her out." He chuckled quietly, almost as if to himself. "She loves that thing more than anything."

Nick smirked, teasing, "Isn't Mrs. Wrinkles your stuffed animal? I didn't know you let her get all cuddly with it."

Matt shot Nick a playful look, his grin still there. "Yeah, well... she needed her comfort. What am I supposed to do, not let her have it? It's not like she'd let me get it back."

Chris laughed, sitting back against the wall, "Man, you've got it bad. Mrs. Wrinkles is practically her stuffed animal now."

Matt shrugged, but there was a gleam of pride in his eyes. "I don't mind. She's the only one who gets to cuddle it."

Nick, ever the tease, grinned. "Well, I guess that makes her the real MVP around here, huh?"

The three brothers exchanged knowing glances, but there was a quiet fondness in all of them. They could tease Matt all they wanted, but they understood the unspoken bond between you two. You were his little counterpart, and he'd do anything to make sure you were comfortable and happy—even if that meant sharing his beloved stuffed pug.

Matt's gaze softened as he turned back to look at you, already deep in sleep, the stuffed animal securely in your arms. It was moments like this—simple and peaceful—that made him realize how lucky he was. His little me, his mini version, had a place in his life he'd never take for granted.

"I'll wake her up for dinner later," Matt said softly to no one in particular, though his brothers heard him.

Nick chuckled under his breath. "I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

Matt just smiled, the affection in his tone clear. "She'll be fine. Mrs. Wrinkles can't resist her."

Chris snorted, rolling his eyes. "Well, you know she's always got the best of both worlds. She gets to cuddle your stuffed animal, and you get to let her think she's winning."

Matt just grinned and shook his head, his eyes never leaving you. "Yeah, maybe. But she's my little me. She's earned it."

As the conversation drifted into the background, Matt couldn't help but feel content. His brothers were right—it didn't matter who got to cuddle Mrs. Wrinkles, because in the end, it wasn't about the stuffed animal at all. It was about the bond they shared, the way they took care of each other, and the comfort they found in simple moments like this.

The night wore on, and the room filled with quiet laughter and soft conversation. But in the back of Matt's mind, his thoughts kept returning to you. You, his little counterpart, sleeping soundly beside him with Mrs. Wrinkles—the stuffed animal that would always be a reminder of how much you meant to him.