Wrong number - T.N, M.R, D.M

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3 years later

Mattheo - Daisy

Daisy
MATTHEO
Come home
Please
I need you
Fuck
Please

Mattheo🤍
what's going on darling?
Everything ok?

Daisy
No
Yes
Idk
I need you
I need to tell you something

Mattheo 🤍
Daisy I'm 10 hours away
I'll be home tomorrow
But if something is wrong
You have to tell me

Daisy
I can't tell you over phone

Mattheo 🤍
I'll apparate

Daisy
But that's illegal

Mattheo 🤍
I'll work it out

Daisy
are you sure?

Mattheo 🤍
Yes
Please tell me you're ok

Daisy
I think so
Honestly I'm quite nervous
Mattheo?

-

"Daisy?" He shouts over the manor, and I run downstairs, hugging him tightly.

"Hey, don't cry. What's going on?" He carries me over to the couch, and I stay close to him.

"I-I'm late." He stares at me, confused.

"Late? To what?" I look down, but he lifts my chin up.

"Daisy, you have to tell me. Late how?"

"My period... I took a test and-" he stares at me in shock, and I can't read his expression. "I'm pregnant," I stay quiet, not wanting to look at him.

"You're- you're pregnant? Like a baby?" I nod slowly, and he stays shocked for a while before he smiles. "Really?" I nod, and he hugs me tightly.

"Wait, you're happy?" He laughs before kissing me.

"Of course, I am fucking happy? Why wouldn't I be? We've been together for almost five years now, Daisy. Of course, I want this with you." I smile. Thank god he's happy.

"You don't think it's too early?" He shakes his head.

"Not at all. Do you? It's up to you, of course. As long as you're happy." I smile faintly, nodding.

"Yeah, I'm happy. I was nervous about your reaction. But I want it." He kisses me passionately.

"How far?" I shrug.

"A few weeks, maybe? I'm not really sure. Bloody hell, your birthday!" He chuckles and smiles.

"You have a birthday, baby."

"We", I correct him, and he smiles.

"We have a birthday, baby." Honestly, I'm not sure why I thought he would react worse than this. I know he loves me, and he would do anything for me. But I know there was a time when he didn't want a family. And now he'll get one. Maybe he would go back to not wanting one... But he's happy, I'm delighted.

"What about the others? How should we tell them?" He asks me, and I smile.

"The way it all began. Groupchat? Of course, I want to tell them in real life, but it would be a nice thing. We can set up cameras in their offices or room to see their reactions." He nods excitedly.