labour?! || mattheo riddle ✶⋆.˚ · Y/n story by @daisybee

The bedroom was dark, the only light a thin silver line where the heavy velvet curtains didn't quite meet. It was 3:17 in the morning, according to the enchanted clock on the nightstand.

Mattheo Riddle

shifts beside you, voice thick with sleep y/n? you okay?

Before you could answer, another wave began to build, stealing your breath. Your hand found his forearm in the dark, fingers tightening.

Mattheo Riddle

instantly alert, sitting up right. that’s it. we’re going. he was already swinging his legs out of bed, his movements uncharacteristically hurried where’s the bag? the one you packed with the tiny socks and the… the other things.