~3 years later. Manhattan, New York. America.~

Y/n sat in her office chair, scribbling words endlessly on her business forms to hand up. Two stacks of paper sat on her desk.

One that needed to be filled out which was as tall from her elbow to her wrist and the other which she had done already which stood from her elbow to the tip of her fingers.

A heavy sigh left her lips as she paused for a moment, rolling her wrists around to loosen the tension before writing away again.

Ever since she had taken over her father's sales management business, it has been non stop work because she wanted it to become successful.

And boy did it.

It was a well known business that has expanded into now having multiple departments.

Once Y/n heard a knock on her office door, her eyes averted to the the door as it opened.

"How is my beautiful fiancee doing?!" Matt grinned as he walked in wearing his reserved business suit he wore for conferences only, which was where he was coming straight from.

Y/n mustered up a smile, "I'm alright."

Matt chuckled at the response which confused the girl, "You're many things, sweetheart. A terrible liar is one of them."

Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms, "I'm offended."

The brunet landed a kiss on the h/c haired girl's forehead, "You need to stop doing all this paperwork by yourself. You have your assistants doing nothing because you're doing all of the work." the male informed, snatching the ball point pen from her hands.

"You don't even have to do this." Matt chuckled amusingly as he scanned the paper on her desk, "Your job is to boss us around, not paperwork."

Y/n L/n was the boss, calling all the shots around and making sure the business ran smoothly. Mail Jeevas was the executive manager, administrating and organizing the works as well as dealing with the technical aspect of the business.

Y/n whined as she reached for her pen that her fiance held up in the air where she couldn't reach it, "This is bullying." the female huff.

"Give me a kiss and I might consider giving it back to you, boss." The male smugly grinned. Y/n pulled on his tie for him to reach her height before kissing him roughly.

With his free hand, he rested his hand on her waist to bring her closer to him. The kiss turned into more when Matt involved his tongue which Y/n allowed but after a few moments she remembered.

The female pushed him slightly and held her hand out, "Pen."

Matt laughed as he reached for the landline phone on her desk, pressing the button that allows him to talk to Y/n's personal assistant.

"Yes, Ms. L/n?" the small voice over the speaker called.

"Bonnie, darling. Can you come into the office for a minute?" Matt said in his professional voice as he looked to his confused fiancee.

"Right away, Mr. Jeevas." she said over the speaker once more. A few moments later, Bonnie knocked on the door which Matt opened for her.

"How ya doing, darling?" Matt asked as she nervously entered. Bonnie was new and was very antisocial. Matt nor Y/n scared her but the female did have pent up anxiety issues.

"I-I'm okay. Thank you, Mr. Jeevas." Bonnie had a round figure with long blonde hair, very pretty especially since she did not wear any makeup.

Y/n folded her arms and glared at the brunet, "Matt, what are y-"

Matt easily interrupted the female by walking up to her and whispering into her ear, "Shut that pretty mouth of yours for me." Immediately he grinned at her compliance, "Atta girl."

"I hate you." Y/n spoke, clearly flustered.

"Back to you." Matt said to Bonnie. He picked up the stack of papers off Y/n's desk, carefully handing it to the blonde and making sure she held it properly before letting go, "Please give this to the recorders and let them handle this, will ya darling?"

Bonnie slightly smiled and nodded vigorously, "T-thank you, Mr. Jeevas. I have been begging M-Ms. L/n to hand this over." with that, Bonnie left to do her job.

"Matt." Y/n whined while dragging the end of his name, "Why did you do that?"

"Because it's the recorders' job to handle paper work." Matt said whilst putting a hand in his pockets, nearing towards the female throwing a slight tantrum, "Not yours."

"But-"

"No buts, Y/n." Matt was now serious, all signs of his playfulness now gone out the window, "Do your job, not everyone else's." The brunet took a hand out of his pockets and started to play with the ends of her h/c hair, "Do I make myself clear?"

With a slight smirk, Y/n crossed her arms and straightened her posture, "I'm the boss around here, Mail. I'll do want I want."

The male's brows raised at the sudden confidence. Matt would admit that he liked when Y/n was a brat.

The male looked at his watch and tapped on the small round glass on it, "Time to pick up the princess from school." he grinned wickedly which gave her chills. It was odd he didn't retailate to what she had said previous which made her uneasy.

Matt grabbed his fiancee's hand and walked to Matt's beloved Camero. Granted it was not red anymore, it was fixed up nicely; much better than it was. The licensed plate was without a doubt not the same and now that Camero was now painted in a dark gray.

There was no way Matt was giving up his baby. It was barely recognisable to those who once knew it.

Y/n without a doubt had her own vehicle but it was much better to drive around with her love. She'd only use it if Matt was absolutely unavailable which was rarely the case considering Matt always made the time for her.

In pulling up in front of Mia's school, the little girl immediately made her way to the car and hopped in the backseat which was unusual since normally she would bid her friends farewell before leaving.

Mia lightly huffed, hoping it would go unnoticed as she slung the bad strap off her shoulder.

"What's wrong, munchkin?" Y/n asked, peering over her shoulder.

The younger girl merely shook her head, "Nothing, mom."

When Mia started school, she saw all her friends having mothers who would pick them up and treat them lovingly

Y/n was a mother figure to her, despite actually being her sister, and she had ask if she could have started calling her 'mom' instead because not only did she not feel left out of her peers this way, it felt right.

Y/n had deserved the title after raising the girl for almost 11 years and because of this she saw Y/n as a mother more than a sister.

"You're a terrible liar just like sweetheart over there, princess." Matt said as he started to drive, stealing glances at her through the rear view mirror now and again.

On the way home, Y/n's cell rang in which she promptly answered.

"Hey, Parker."

"Thank God, babe!" Parker exclaimed over the phone, "I'm freaking out! The boutique called and said that the wedding dress I wanted is in one size only and that it'd be too small for me!"

The ginger was clearly panicking and it was evident in her voice.

"Parker, calm down." Y/n sooth her friend as she thought of a solution, "We'll head down there early tomorrow and sort it out, okay?"

"But, Y/n." The ginger whined, "I have work tomorrow an-"

"Technically I'm your boss so I say you have the day off." Y/n interrupted, "We'll get it sorted."

Parker was head of the Fashion department in Y/n's business while Mello ran the Motor department because of his love for motorcycles which recently extended to cars, trucks and other vehicles of the sort.

"But-" Parker was about to whine once more when rustling was heard, like the phone was being taken away from her.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Hey Mello."

"I'll be sure to calm the brat down. I've tried telling her that I don't care even if she walked down the aisle in a garbage bag." This made Y/n laugh as the couple slightly bickered on the other end.

Mello ended up shutting her up, of course.

"Thank you, I'm the bridesmaid for a reason. It seems like she's doubting my capabilities." The h/c haired girl frowned.

"Of course not. Thank you for your efforts."

"Ah, Mello." Y/n wheezed a bit before continuing, "You're getting all soft on me."

"Tch." The blonde over the phone scoffed, "So stupid." He mumbled.

With a smirk, Y/n responded, "I don't hear you denying it either."

"That's it. I'm not sharing my chocolate with you anymore." The male sounded like he was smiling, knowing hr had her exactly where he wanted her to be.

"Wait! No, I'm sorry!" Y/n quickly apologized, hoping he'd change his mind

"If you pass the phone to Matt, I'll consider."

Y/n quickly shoved the phone to the driver who accepted the cell with a raised brow.

The two conversed about whatever they had to, hanging up shortly after.

Upon reaching to their home, Mia was the first one out the car and into the house. Clearly she was upset.

"I'm gonna talk to Mia." The female said, earning a nod in response from Matt who was taking off his blazer and loosening his tie.

Y/n knocked on the girl's bedroom door before entering slowly.

Mia laid on her bed face first into a pillow, sprawled out like a starfish.

The girl took a seat on a beanbag the Mia had in her room near her bed.

It didn't take long before the younger in the room shuffled and sat up facing Y/n.

"Everyone's talking about the Daddy- Daughter dance coming up and I don't have one." Mia frowned.

"How about I take you, huh?" Y/n suggested with a slight playfulness in her voice, "I'll wear suit and draw on a mustache and everything."

The younger h/c haired girl giggled, "It just wouldn't be the same. Sorry, mom."

"You don't have to apologize, munchkin. I completely understand." Y/n gave a sympathetic smile, "You're stronger than you think, Mia. Don't let these other kids influence you into thinking that you should or shouldn't have something or someone in your life."

With a gentle smile, Mia nodded in understanding, "Thank you, mom." She then stood, "I'm going to do homework now."

With a kiss on the little girl's forehead, Y/n spoke, "Don't overwork yourself."

When Y/n left the room, Matt immediately enquired her about Mia's sudden behaviour.

The male frowned at the reasoning as Y/n spoke. "I'll be right back." He said, pressing a kiss to the female's lips before taking his car keys once more and leaving.

Y/n was looking through her emails when she heard Matt's Camero roll in the driveway. He hadn't been gone for too long, maybe almost 10 minutes at most.

He came in with a bag and headed to Mia's room. Y/n quirked a brow at his sudden rush and behaviour so she followed him to Mia's room also.

Matt knocked on the little girl's door in which he received a faint 'Come in'

The younger female was sitting at her desk doing what she said she would be doing, homework.

Matt held unto her hand and pulled her to her feet whilst Y/n leaned against the doorframe. The male knelt down on a knee to her height.

"Listen, princess." the male started, "You know I would always be here for you and I live to protect you and her." He gestured to Y/n as he continued, "I may not be your father but I love you like you are my own. Truly, it feels like you are my kid. So with that being said."

The brunet took a rose out of his bag he had brought and held it to her, "Would you allow me to take you to your Daddy- Daughter dance?"

Mia eyes welled up as she jumped in excitement. Mia took the rose, gently setting it down to tackle the male to the floor in a hug.

This caused both Y/n and Matt go laugh at her actions. Y/n's heart couldn't handle the scene before her as it was the most adorable thing she'd ever seen.

It made Y/n fall in love with Matt all over again.

"Thank you! Thank you! Would you really take me?!" Mia exclaimed in pure excitement.

"Of course, princess. I meant every word I said." The brunet assured.

"Then." The little girl trailed off as she grabbed the courage to ask the question she had been meaning to ask for a while, "Does that mean I can call you 'dad'?"

With a kiss to the cheek, Matt replied, "You can call me whatever you like."

Mia always dreamt of having a mom and a dad, she was desperate almost. No one blamed her, she barely had family anyway and she longed for one.

The love and care one gives to a child makes one a parent.

Exactly why Y/n and Matt had proudly earned the title.

Later that night, Mia had gone to bed which left Y/n taking her makeup off as she stood in front the mirror of her shared room whilst Matt locked the house up in preparation to go to bed

Y/n mindlessly snagged one of her soon-to-be husband's shirts and threw it on.

Matt came in and locked the door, the click of the door grabbed Y/n's attention because they never lock the door in case Mia needed something throughout the night.

Y/n decided against questioning him when she saw the look in his eyes and she just knew she was in trouble.

"You look scared, baby." Matt teased with a slight grin, " Where did all that confidence go to, hm?" Matt purred as he neared closer tauntingly.

Y/n stood her ground and looked up at him, scoffing, "You should be the one scared here, Mail."

"Oh no no no no." Matt shook his head, wrapping an arm around her waist, "You should be the one scared, sweetheart because I'll let you in on a little secret."

He neared closer to whisper in her ear, much like at her office earlier, "You may be the boss at work but I'm the boss in the bedroom. I run this bitch."

A hand made its way to her neck, with no pressure; just there for placement, "And it seems like I'm going to have to remind you of that."

-The end-