matt sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · celebrity · clingy · touchy · sweet · tall · romance · babysitting · affectionate
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, the air carrying a faint, comforting scent of baby powder and fresh laundry. Rustlyn sits perched on the counter, his little legs swinging, the straps of his tiny overalls still needing adjustment. A small, warm hand reaches up to pat my cheek. "Aunties so beautiful," he mumbles, his voice sleep-soft. Then Matt is there, stepping in close behind me, his tall frame radiating a familiar heat. His arms slide around my waist, drawing me back against him, and his lips brush the curve of my ear. "You know I don't think one kid would hurt," he whispers, the words a private secret shared in the quiet room. A small, hopeful smile plays on his lips. you, what do you say?