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Part 49 of baby daddy Matt series!

Summary: the boys film a YouTube video with Charlotte eating her favourite meals.

Read the rest, HERE.

(Sorry this took 2 weeks to write lmao, and sorry it’s so long, hope you guys enjoy♥︎)

Matt was the first one to speak when the camera started rolling, standing behind the long kitchen counter with Chris and Nick on either side of him. Charlotte stood proudly between Matt and Nick on a wide wooden step stool, making her tall enough for her little face and shoulders to appear clearly above the counter.

She was wearing a pair of little denim overalls over a light plaid blue shirt, her hair pulled into two tiny pigtails that bounced every time she shifted excitedly from one foot to the other. A few soft pieces had already fallen loose around her cheeks. She kept looking between the camera and Matt, smiling so widely that her nose scrunched up.

“Hey, guys,” Matt began, glancing down at Charlotte before looking back toward the camera. “Today, we are doing Charlotte’s death row meal, eating all the foods she loves, with the help of my beautiful wife, who will be helping her plate everything.”

You stepped into view from beside the camera, laughing quietly as you lifted your hand and waved. Charlotte immediately copied you, lifting both of her hands and waving them rapidly at the lens while giggling.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi, frirnds!” Charlotte added, still waving even after you had lowered your hand.

Matt smiled at you for a second longer than necessary, his eyes following you as you moved toward the collection of food spread across the counter outside the frame.

“Everything’s so yummy,” Charlotte told him, looking up at Matt with complete seriousness.

“Everything?” Matt asked.

Charlotte nodded enthusiastically. “Everything.”

“I bet you picked some good choices,” Nick said, leaning slightly closer to her. “Did you choose all of this by yourself, Char Char?”

“Mommy helped me,” Charlotte admitted, pointing toward you.

“I only helped her remember a few things,” you said from off camera. “Most of it was all her.”

“And she has been talking about this video for three days,” Matt added. “She woke me up this morning and immediately asked if it was time to eat.”

Charlotte giggled, pressing both of her hands against the edge of the counter.

“You woke Daddy up?” Chris asked.

“Yeah.”

“What did you say?”

Charlotte looked up toward the ceiling as if she were trying to recall her exact words. “Daddy, wake up. We have to eat my food.”

Everyone burst out laughing, and Matt nodded slowly. “That is exactly what she said,” he confirmed. “She didn’t say good morning. She didn’t ask how I slept. She just came into our room and told me it was time to eat.”

“Priorities,” Nick said. “She understands how YouTube works already.”

“First is the first main meal,” Matt announced, clapping his hands together once.

The camera cut, and when it started recording again, Matt, Chris and Nick were sitting on stools with black blindfolds covering their eyes. Charlotte had stepped down from her stool and stood beside you near the collection of food. You handed her a small plate with chicken nuggets and fries from McDonald’s arranged across it. She held the plate with both hands, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she carefully walked it over to the counter.

“Slowly, baby,” you reminded her.

“I’m being careful mommy” she said, taking tiny deliberate steps.

Matt tilted his head toward the sound of her voice. “Is that Charlotte carrying something?”

“No peeking,” you warned.

“I’m not peeking.”

“He’s trying to smell it through the blindfold,” Chris said.

“I already know what that is from the smell,” Matt laughed. “That is definitely her favourite.”

“You don’t know yet,” Charlotte insisted.

“You’re right. I have no idea.”

You followed behind her with the other plates, setting one in front of each of the boys while Charlotte proudly placed hers in front of Matt. You then brought over McDonald’s chocolate milk for Charlotte, Chris and Nick, along with a cup of root beer for Matt.

Charlotte climbed back onto her stool, using Matt’s arm for balance even though he was still blindfolded. The second her feet were steady, she bounced in place.

“Okay, open your eyes,” Charlotte said in her little voice.

All three boys pulled their blindfolds off.

“I knew it,” Matt laughed, immediately reaching for a handful of fries and putting them into his mouth.

“Chicken nuggets!” Chris shouted, acting as though he had never seen them before.

“And fries,” Nick added dramatically. “No way.”

Charlotte laughed so loudly that her shoulders shook.

“Don’t forget ketchup, Daddy,” she said, pointing toward the little ketchup cup placed beside his fries.

Matt stopped chewing and stared at it.

“Daddy’s not having ketchup, baby. I don’t like it,” he explained, picking up a fry and holding it out toward her mouth.

Charlotte leaned forward and took a bite from the end of it. “You don’t like ketchup?” she asked after chewing.

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s gross.”

“It’s not gross,” she argued.

“It is to me.”

Charlotte considered his answer before looking toward you. “Mommy likes ketchup.”

“She does,” Matt said. “Mommy loves ketchup.”

You walked into frame beside him, resting your hand against his shoulder as you looked down at the drink in front of him. “Baby, why did she ask me for root beer?” you asked. “She doesn’t drink root beer.”

Matt slowly turned his head toward you, giving you a side eye while a guilty smile tugged at his lips.

Chris’s mouth dropped open. “Ohhh. Have you been giving Charlotte root beer?”

Nick immediately burst into loud laughter, bending forward against the counter. Matt looked toward Charlotte as if silently begging her not to expose him, but she was already pointing at him.“Daddy gave me root beer,” she announced.

You laughed, looking down at her. “When?”

“Last week for movie night.”

Matt put both hands in the air in surrender as Chris and Nick started laughing even harder. “She asked for one sip,” Matt defended himself. “One sip. Then she kept asking for more, so I gave her a little bit.”

“A little bit?” you repeated.

“A tiny bit.”

Charlotte held her hands apart to demonstrate an amount that was definitely not tiny. “This much,” she said.

“That is not accurate,” Matt protested.

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “Babe, you can’t give her soda.”

“She liked it.”

“Now she’s addicted. That’s all she wanted to bring for this video.”

“She’s not addicted,” Matt said, laughing as he reached up and caught your hand before you could pull it away. He pressed a quick kiss against the back of it. “She’s almost three. She can have a sip of my drink during movie night.”

“You hear that?” Nick said, looking into the camera. “This man is corrupting his daughter before her third birthday.”

“Daddy didn’t corrupped me,” Charlotte said.

The incorrect word made everyone laugh again. “No, baby, Daddy didn’t corrupt you,” Matt reassured her, placing his arm around her waist so she wouldn’t bounce too close to the edge of the stool.

Charlotte picked up one of her nuggets and took a large bite, looking entirely pleased with herself. Matt watched her for a moment before reaching for his own food.

“She really does love McDonald’s nuggets,” you said, dipping a few fries into ketchup. “She would probably eat them every day if we let her.”

“I would,” Charlotte confirmed.

“She knows,” Chris said.

You ate the fries, then leaned toward Matt with your lips puckered as though you were going to kiss him. Matt immediately leaned away, laughing while keeping one hand carefully around Charlotte. “Baby, don’t kiss me with that ketchup mouth.”

You leaned closer.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on,” you teased. “Give me a kiss.”

“I love you, but I have boundaries.”

Everybody laughed as you finally pulled away, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous,” you said.

“You knew this when you married me.”

“I had chicken nuggets in my last meal,” Nick said, picking one up. “She’s definitely related to us.”

“She got excellent taste from me,” Matt said.

“Except the ketchup,” you added.

“Except that.”

Charlotte reached across the counter and held two chicken nuggets toward Chris. “Here, Uncle Chrissy.”

Chris immediately softened, reaching out with both hands to accept them. “Thank you, Char. You’re sharing with me?”

“Yeah.”

“That is so nice. Do I get both?”

Charlotte nodded.

“Wow. I’m clearly the favourite uncle.”

Nick turned toward her. “Charlotte, who’s your favourite uncle?”

Charlotte looked between them, her eyes widening as she realized she had been placed in a difficult position. “Both,” she answered.

“That’s my girl,” Matt said.

“She’s just saying that,” Nick laughed. “She knows how to avoid drama.”

Charlotte took another bite of her nugget while looking proudly at the camera.

“Chug battle,” Chris suddenly announced, grabbing one of the chocolate milk bottles.

Nick immediately reached for his, and Matt looked down at his root beer before shaking his head. “I don’t have chocolate milk.”

You passed him an unopened bottle from behind the counter. “I knew you’d complain.”

“My beautiful, thoughtful wife,” Matt said, accepting it from you, laughing. “Don’t try to earn your kiss back.”

“Who do you think is going to win?” you asked, looking down at Charlotte.

“Daddy,” she answered instantly.

“Not even a second of hesitation,” Matt said, twisting the cap off his drink.

“Because she loves me,” Chris replied.

“She didn’t pick you.”

“She will when I win.”

The three of them lifted their bottles while Nick counted down. “Three, two, one, go!”

They started drinking, and Charlotte’s gaze moved rapidly between all three of them. She began jumping on her stool, making her pigtails bounce around her head. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” she cheered. Matt tried to drink faster, but Chris finished first and slammed the empty bottle onto the counter.

“Got it!” Chris shouted, jumping up and down with both arms raised.

Charlotte squealed and reached out toward him. Chris leaned over the counter to give her a high five, and the force of it made her giggle. “I won for you, Char.”

“I said Daddy,” she reminded him.

“You can’t even let me have this?”

Matt set his half finished bottle down and pulled Charlotte gently against his side. “She’s loyal,” he said proudly.

“Daddy almost won,” Charlotte said.

“I did almost win.”

“No, you didn’t,” Nick replied. “You were last.”

“We don’t need to focus on that.”

After they had finished most of the fries and nuggets, the camera cut again. The boys replaced their blindfolds while you cleared the counter. Charlotte stepped down from her stool and walked over to you, excitedly reaching for the next plates.

“Another main meal coming up!” Nick shouted through his blindfold. You handed Charlotte a small plate containing a slice of cheese pizza. She gripped it with both hands and began walking toward the counter. “Be careful, baby girl,” you said, following with the other plates.

“I am.”

“She sounds very serious,” Nick commented.

“This is an important job,” Matt said.

Charlotte carefully placed the plate in front of him while you set the remaining plates in front of Chris and Nick. You placed small bottles of apple juice beside each one, then helped Charlotte climb back onto her stool. “Open your eyes!” she said, already bouncing with excitement.

They pulled their blindfolds off and dramatically gasped. “Cheese pizza!” Chris yelled. “No way!” Nick added.

Charlotte burst into giggles, lifting both hands to cover her mouth. “You guys are so fake,” you laughed from behind the camera.

“We’re making it magical for her,” Nick replied.

“Yum,” Matt said, picking up his slice and taking a bite. He chewed for a second, then held the pizza near Charlotte’s mouth. “Here, baby.” Charlotte leaned forward and took an enthusiastic bite from the point of the slice, pulling away with sauce around her lips and chin.

“Oh my goodness,” Matt laughed softly. He reached behind himself for a napkin and gently wiped around her mouth, holding her chin still with his other hand. “You’ve got sauce everywhere.”

Charlotte smiled up at him.

“Was it good, Char Char?” Nick asked.

Charlotte nodded with her mouth still full of pizza.“Very good,” you reminded her.

“Very good,” she repeated once she had swallowed.

“She loves cheese pizza,” you said, stepping into the frame and standing beside Matt.

“Oh yeah,” Matt agreed. “Whenever we’re choosing what to eat for supper, she always suggests cheese pizza.”

“Every time,” you said.

“What did you ask for two nights ago?” Matt asked Charlotte.

“Pizza.”

“And the night before that?”

“Pizza.”

“And what did we actually have?”

Charlotte thought for a moment. “Chicken.”

“Because we cannot eat pizza every single night,” Matt explained to the camera.

“Why not?” Chris asked.

Matt looked at him. “Don’t encourage her.”

“Apple juice! Yummy!” Nick said, reaching for his bottle.

The boys each picked up their apple juice, and Charlotte grabbed her own cup from beside the stool. “Cheers,” Matt said, tapping his bottle against hers. Charlotte smiled and tapped hers against Chris’s and Nick’s as well. “Cheers, Uncle Chrissy. Cheers, Uncle Nick.”

“Cheers Char Bear,” Chris said.

“Cheers” Nick added.

Charlotte took a sip, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Tell everybody why you like pizza,” you encouraged.

“Because it’s cheesy,” she said. “And it has sauce.”

“And who makes the best pizza?” Matt asked.

“Daddy.”

You turned toward him with raised eyebrows. “Daddy?”

“I make frozen pizza very well,” Matt said defensively.

“You put it in the oven.”

“And I take it out at exactly the right time.”

“That’s a talent,” Chris said.

Charlotte pulled a small piece of cheese from her pizza and held it toward Matt. He leaned down and ate it from her fingers, making an exaggerated chewing sound that caused her to laugh. “You ate my cheese daddy!”

“You gave it to me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You held it directly in front of my mouth.”

“I wanted you to look.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

He pulled a small piece of cheese from his slice and placed it back on hers. “There. Replacement cheese.”

Charlotte looked satisfied and returned to eating. Once they had finished the pizza, you cleared the counter again. This time, when the camera came back on, several bowls and packages were lined up across the counter all at once.

“We have entered the snack portion,” Nick announced.

“The most important portion,” Chris added.

Charlotte bounced excitedly on her stool, her pigtails bobbing with every movement. “Tell them what we have, baby,” you said.

Charlotte pointed to each item one at a time. “Goldfish, Cheez Its, bear paws and apples.”

“Banana bear paws,” you clarified.

Chris immediately grabbed the bowl of Goldfish and pulled it closer to himself. “Those are mine.”

“They’re Charlotte’s,” Matt said.

“She brought them for me.”

“They are for everybody,” Charlotte corrected.

“She is kinder than all of us,” Nick said.

Chris took a handful of Goldfish and ate them, nodding happily. “Great choice, Char Bear. These are top tier.”

“You eat those constantly,” Nick said.

“Because they’re good.”

Matt reached for the Cheez Its at the same time Charlotte did, and their hands bumped together.

“Oh, she’s definitely your child, Matt,” Chris said.

Matt looked at the camera while opening the bag. “Charlotte and I can sit on the couch and eat an entire bag of Cheez Its together.”

“You’re not supposed to admit that,” you said.

“It’s the truth.”

“Daddy gives me the big ones,” Charlotte added.

“The big ones?” Nick asked.

“The extra toasted ones,” Matt explained. “Those are her favourite.”

“They’re crunchy,” Charlotte said.

Matt poured some Cheez Its into his palm, carefully inspecting them before handing one to her. “This one looks extra toasted.”

Charlotte accepted it and crunched it loudly, nodding in approval.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah.”

“You two really have a system,” Nick observed.

“We know what we’re doing,” Matt replied.

You moved closer to the counter, opening one of the banana bear paws for Charlotte. She held both hands out for it, then tore off a little piece and immediately offered it to you. “For Mommy.”

Your expression softened as you leaned down and took the bite from her hand. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome.”

Matt watched the interaction with a small smile, his hand resting lightly against the back of your waist. “She always shares with Mommy,” he said.

“She shares with everybody,” you replied.

“Except when it’s the last Cheez It,” Matt joked.

“That’s mine,” Charlotte said, making everyone laugh.

“See?”

Nick picked up an apple slice and held it toward Charlotte. “Do you want one?”

She nodded, and he passed it to her.

“Thank you, Uncle Nick.”

“You’re welcome, Lottie.”

Charlotte took a bite, then held the remaining piece toward Matt. He took a bite from the other side before she pulled it back toward herself.

“This is very sweet,” Chris said. “Until one of you gets the other one sick.”

“We live in the same house,” Matt replied. “It’s already too late.”

You set four Kool Aid Jammers across the counter.

“Oh no,” Nick said immediately.

“What?” you asked.

“I already know what’s about to happen.”

“Another chug battle,” Chris announced.

Charlotte clapped her hands. “Chug battle!”

“This is a terrible thing we’re teaching her,” you laughed.

“She’ll be chugging apple juice at preschool,” Nick said.

“Please don’t,” you told Charlotte.

“I won’t.”

Matt picked up his Kool Aid Jammer and pushed the straw through the top. “I’m winning this one.”

“You said that last time,” Chris reminded him.

“I was warming up.”

“You were last.”

“Stop living in the past.”

Charlotte picked up her own drink, looking at you. “Can I chug?”

“No, baby. You can drink it normally.”

She nodded, although the mischievous smile on her face suggested she might not listen.

The three boys raised their pouches. “Who’s winning?” Matt asked her.

“Daddy!”

“Correct answer.”

“Three, two, one!” Nick counted.

They began drinking, squeezing the pouches as quickly as they could. Matt finished first, throwing the empty pouch onto the counter and raising both arms triumphantly.

“Yes!”

Charlotte screamed happily and threw her arms around his side. “Daddy won!”

“I told you I was going to win.”

Chris stared down at his nearly empty pouch. “There is no way.”

“He was squeezing it with both hands,” Nick complained.

“That is allowed. No one established the rules.”

Matt bent down and kissed the top of Charlotte’s head while she continued hugging him. “My good luck charm,” he said.

“You won because I said Daddy,” Charlotte explained.

“That’s exactly why.”

You laughed from behind the counter. “He’s going to be unbearable for the rest of the day now.”

“I’m a champion.”

“You chugged a Kool Aid Jammer.”

“A win is a win, baby.”

The snack section continued with Charlotte insisting that everyone try each item, even though they had all eaten them countless times before. She handed Goldfish to Chris one at a time, fed Nick a small piece of bear paw and made Matt close his eyes while she picked the best Cheez It for him. Every time one of them praised her choice, she grinned toward you as if she had personally prepared the food herself.

When the camera cut to the candy portion, the counter was covered with colourful bowls. Sour Patch Kids, gummy bears, broken pieces of Kit Kat bars and jelly beans were spread out in front of them.

“This is the section Charlotte was most excited about,” you said.

“Candy!” Charlotte shouted, stretching both arms into the air.

“How much candy are you allowed to eat?” Matt asked her.

“A little bit.”

“And did Mommy tell you that answer?”

Charlotte looked toward you and nodded.

“At least she’s honest,” Nick laughed.

Charlotte reached first for the gummy bears, carefully selecting a red one. “What flavour is that?” Chris asked.

“Red.”

“Red is not a flavour.”

“It is when you’re almost three,” Matt replied.

Charlotte placed the gummy bear into her mouth and chewed happily. Matt opened the Kit Kat bar, snapping off one of the pieces and handing it to her.

“One bite at a time,” he reminded her.

“I know, Daddy.”

“I know you know. I’m just reminding you.”

She took a small bite, then held the chocolate toward him. “You want some?”

Matt leaned in and took a bite from the opposite end. “That was a big bite,” Charlotte said, staring at what remained.

“I’m sorry,” Matt laughed. “Do you want another piece?”

“Yeah.”

“I knew that was coming.”

He broke off a fresh piece and handed it to her, then wiped a tiny smudge of chocolate from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

“Daddy always steals everybody’s food,” you said.

“I do not.”

Nick picked up a black jelly bean and held it between his fingers. “The best flavour.”

Matt’s face twisted in disgust. “Absolutely not.”

“Black jelly beans are amazing,” you laugh.

Charlotte reached into the bowl and picked up a black jelly bean. She stared at it for a second before holding it toward Matt’s mouth. “Here, Daddy.”

Matt leaned back, laughing. “No, thank you, baby.”

“Eat it.”

“I don’t like those.”

“You have to try it.”

“I have tried it.”

Charlotte pushed her hand closer to his mouth, giggling as Matt continued leaning away.

“Charlotte, don’t do this to me.”

“Eat it, Daddy.”

“Why are you laughing? You know I hate them.”

She laughed harder, leaning across the counter while trying to feed it to him. Matt gently caught her wrist before she could push the jelly bean against his lips.

“I love you more than anything in the world sweetheart, but I am not eating that.”

Nick reached over and plucked the jelly bean from her fingers. “I’ll eat it.”

He tossed it into his mouth and reached for the rest of the black ones. “Uncle Nick likes them,” Charlotte said.

“Uncle Nick can have every single one,” Matt replied.

Nick started sorting through the bowl, gathering all the black jelly beans into his palm. “More for me.”

“Which one is your favourite jelly bean?” Chris asked Charlotte.

“Red,” she answered immediately.

“What does red taste like?”

“Red.”

Chris looked at the camera. “I don’t know why I expected a different answer.”

“It tastes like cherry,” you said.

“Cherry,” Charlotte repeated.

Matt held up a white jelly bean. “What about this one?”

“I don’t like that one.”

“You haven’t tried it.”

“I don’t like it daddy.”

“That is also something she got from you,” you told Matt. “Deciding she doesn’t like something before trying it.”

“That is not true.”

“You do it all the time.”

“Name one thing.”

“Literally any food with ketchup.”

“I’ve tried ketchup.”

“Recently?”

“I don’t need to keep checking if I hate it.”

Chris ate a Sour Patch Kid and immediately made an exaggerated sour expression, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his entire body. “So sour!”

Charlotte watched him with wide eyes before bursting into giggles. “You’re silly, Uncle Chrissy.”

“I’m silly?”

“Yeah.”

Chris ate another one and repeated the performance, this time leaning backward as though the sourness had knocked him over. Charlotte laughed so hard that she had to hold onto Matt’s arm to steady herself.

“Don’t fall, baby,” Matt said, sliding his hand around her waist.

“Uncle Chrissy’s funny.”

“Sometimes,” Matt agreed.

“Sometimes?” Chris repeated.

Matt picked up a blue Sour Patch Kid. “Do you want this one?”

Charlotte opened her mouth, but Matt paused.“Ask Mommy.”

She turned toward you. “Mommy, can I have this?”

“You can have one more.”

“One more candy?”

“One more Sour Patch Kid.”

Charlotte looked back at Matt. “Mommy said yes.”

“I heard her,” he said, placing it gently into her mouth.

She chewed it for a second before her face scrunched up. Matt laughed and kissed her temple. “Sour?”

Charlotte nodded rapidly.

“You okay?”

She continued chewing, determined not to spit it out. “I like it.”

“That’s my girl.”

A quiet cry came from somewhere beyond the camera. You immediately turned your head, recognizing Millie’s voice.

“I got her, babe,” you said, already moving away from the counter.

Matt glanced toward the direction you had gone, listening as Millie’s fussing grew slightly louder.“She just woke up from her nap,” he told the camera.

“Sissy’s awake!” Charlotte exclaimed.

She tried to climb down from the stool, but Matt gently stopped her. “Wait for Mommy to bring her in, baby. You can’t jump down by yourself.”

“I want to see her.”

“She’s coming.”

A minute later, you stepped back into frame with Millie secured against your chest in the soft baby carrier. Her tiny body was tucked close to you, her cheek resting against your chest while one small hand curled near her face. She was still drowsy from her nap, blinking slowly at the bright kitchen lights.

“Look who woke up,” you said softly.

“Millie!” Charlotte squealed.

Matt smiled the second he saw the two of you, his entire expression softening. He moved closer and rested one hand carefully against Millie’s back, rubbing it gently through the carrier. “Hi, baby girl,” he murmured. “Did you have a good nap?”

Millie made a tiny sound and shifted against you.

“She’s still sleepy,” you said.

Matt leaned over and pressed a kiss against the top of her head before turning to kiss your cheek as well. “Hi, Mommy,” he said quietly.

“Hi.”

Charlotte reached both arms toward her sister. “I want to hug her.”

“Gentle,” you reminded her as you moved closer.

Charlotte wrapped her arms carefully around the side of the carrier, pressing her cheek lightly against Millie’s head. She then lifted herself onto her toes and kissed the top of her sister’s hair.

“Hi, Sissy,” she whispered. “We’re eating candy.”

“That’s the first thing she tells her,” Nick laughed.

“Millie can’t have any,” Charlotte explained.

“No, she definitely cannot,” you said.

“She can have milk,” Charlotte added.

“That’s right.”

Charlotte continued gently stroking the back of Millie’s head with two fingers, watching her closely. “She loves Millie,” you said, smiling down at both of them.

“Obsessed,” Matt agreed. “Every morning, the first thing she asks is where her sister is.”

“I help Mommy,” Charlotte said proudly.

“You do,” you replied. “You bring me diapers.”

“And wipes, annd I sing to Millie.”

“What song do you sing?” Chris asked.

“Twinkle star.”

“Can you sing some?”

Charlotte immediately began singing a slightly jumbled version of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star while resting one hand on Millie’s carrier. Millie blinked up toward the sound of her sister’s voice, and Matt watched both girls with a quiet smile. When Charlotte finished, everyone clapped.

“That was beautiful,” Nick said.

“She likes when I sing,” Charlotte explained.

“Everybody likes when you sing,” Matt told her.

You adjusted the carrier slightly, and Matt automatically reached over to help straighten one of the straps on your shoulder.

“Is that comfortable?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s just twisted a little.”

He carefully untwisted the fabric, then rubbed his thumb along your shoulder. “Better?”

“Much better. Thank you.”

“Of course baby.”

Chris looked at the camera. “Meanwhile, Nick and I are just sitting here watching family time.”

“You’re part of the family,” you said.

“Barely,” Nick joked.

Charlotte reached toward him. “You’re my uncle.”

Nick placed a hand over his heart. “Thank you, Lottie. That means everything to me.”

“You’re my uncle too,” she told Chris.

“I know, Char Bear.”

“And Daddy’s my daddy.”

“Correct,” Matt said.

“And Mommy’s my mommy.”

“Also correct,” you replied.

“And Millie’s my sissy.”

“That is the whole family tree,” Chris said.

Once Millie settled against your chest, you remained in the frame for the rest of the video, standing behind Matt and Charlotte. Matt frequently leaned back toward you, resting his hand against your hip or looking over his shoulder to check on Millie. Charlotte kept turning around to peek at her sister, occasionally kissing the tips of her fingers and pressing them gently against Millie’s head.

When the candy had been sampled, the camera cut to the final section. Four desserts were arranged across the counter in front of everyone: bowls of vanilla ice cream, cups of chocolate pudding, squares of brownie and slices of pumpkin pie. “This is the final round,” Matt announced. “Dessert.”

“Dessert!” Charlotte repeated excitedly.

Her pigtails bounced as she jumped on the stool again, and Matt tightened his arm around her waist without even looking, already anticipating her movement.

“We have vanilla ice cream,” Nick said, pointing toward the first bowl.

“Chocolate pudding,” Chris continued.

“Brownies,” you added.

“And pumpkin pie,” Matt finished, sliding the pie closer to himself.

“Of course you grabbed that one,” Nick said.

“It’s Charlotte’s meal.”

“You’re acting like it belongs to you.”

“It kind of does.”

Charlotte picked up her small spoon and dug into the vanilla ice cream first. She took a bite, closing her eyes dramatically as the cold sweetness melted in her mouth.

“Is it good?” Matt asked.

“So good.”

“Is it cold?”

She nodded.

“Brain freeze?” Chris asked.

“What’s brain freeze?”

“It’s when you eat something cold too quickly and your head hurts.”

Charlotte stared at her ice cream suspiciously.

“You’re okay,” you assured her. “Just eat it slowly.”

She took a much smaller bite this time. Matt picked up his fork and cut into the pumpkin pie. “Last year, we went to the pumpkin patch, and Charlotte spotted pumpkin pie. She tried it and has asked for it all the time ever since.”

“I like pumpkin pie,” Charlotte said.

“She is totally my child,” Matt continued, looking toward the camera. “She loves fall.”

“She really does,” you said. “She asks about pumpkins all year.”

“And Halloween,” Matt added.

“And leaves,” Charlotte said.

“You like when the leaves change colour?” Nick asked.

“Yeah. Red and orange.”

“What did we do at the pumpkin patch?” Matt prompted.

Charlotte’s face lit up. “We picked pumpkins!”

“We did.”

“And we went on the tractor.”

“The hayride,” you corrected gently.

“And you refused to leave, full on meltdown when it was time to get off,” Matt laughed.

“I wanted more pumpkins.”

“We already had four.”

“I needed five.”

Chris pointed his fork at her. “That makes sense.”

“Do not encourage the pumpkin hoarding,” Matt told him.

“You’re the one who bought her four pumpkins” you laughed.

“She looked cute holding them.”

“You buy her everything because she looks cute,” you said.

Matt glanced back at you. “Can you blame me?”

“No,” you admitted.

He smiled and reached behind himself, squeezing your hand.

Charlotte took a bite of the pumpkin pie from Matt’s fork, humming happily. “Is that your favourite dessert?” he asked.

She nodded, then reconsidered and pointed toward the brownie. “And brownies.”

“You can have more than one favourite,” Nick told her.

“And ice cream.”

“You can have three favourites,” Chris added.

“And pudding.”

“You can have four favourites,” Matt laughed. “Apparently every dessert is her favourite.”

Charlotte dipped her spoon into the chocolate pudding and accidentally smeared some across the side of her cheek. You reached for a napkin, but Matt was already wiping it away.

“How do you get food everywhere?” he asked affectionately.

Charlotte smiled at him. “I don’t know.”

“It’s a talent.”

Matt kissed the cleaned cheek, and Charlotte immediately wrapped both arms around his neck. He hugged her against his chest, rubbing one hand over her back. “I love you, Daddy.”

His expression softened. “I love you so much, baby girl.”

“I love Mommy too.”

“I know you do.”

“And Millie, and Uncle Nick and Uncle Chrissy.”

Chris and Nick both reacted dramatically, placing their hands over their hearts.

“She remembered us,” Chris said.

“We made the list,” Nick added.

Charlotte released Matt and held her arms toward you. Since you couldn’t pick her up easily with Millie against your chest, you stepped closer and wrapped one arm around her shoulders. Charlotte leaned carefully into you, resting her head against your side while keeping an eye on her baby sister.“I love you, Mommy,” she said.

“I love you more than anything.”

“You love Millie too?”

“I love you both more than anything.”

“Daddy too?”

You looked toward Matt, who was already smiling at you. “I love Daddy too.”

Matt leaned closer and kissed you softly. It was quick and gentle, but Chris immediately made an exaggerated gagging sound. “Can we not?”

“You’re in our house,” Matt reminded him.

“This is a professional workplace.”

“This is our kitchen.”

Charlotte giggled. “Mommy kissed Daddy.”

“She did,” Matt said. “Because she loves me.”

“You kissed me,” you corrected.

“Same thing.”

“Don’t kiss her with pumpkin mouth,” Charlotte said.

Everyone paused before bursting into laughter. Matt stared at her. “Pumpkin mouth?”

“You said Mommy had ketchup mouth.”

You covered your mouth as you laughed, while Nick leaned against the counter for support.

“She got you,” Chris said.

“She remembers everything,” Matt replied.

“Mommy, don’t kiss Daddy with pumpkin mouth,” Charlotte continued.

“I won’t,” you promised.

Matt shook his head, smiling down at her. “I cannot believe my own child just used my words against me.”

“She’s totally your kid,” Nick said for what felt like the tenth time.

“Unfortunately,” you joked.

Millie shifted in the carrier and released a quiet squeak. Matt immediately turned toward her. “Hi, baby girl,” he whispered, brushing one finger over her tiny cheek.

Her eyes opened slightly, focusing somewhere near his face. “She’s looking at you,” you said.

“She knows her daddy.”

“She probably recognizes your voice because you never stop talking,” Chris commented.

Matt ignored him, continuing to smile at Millie. “Are you going to be in one of these videos when you’re bigger?” he asked softly. “Are we going to eat your favourite foods too?”

“She likes milk,” Charlotte said.

“That would be a very short video,” Nick replied.

“Milk for every round,” Chris added.

Matt gently held Millie’s tiny hand between two of his fingers. “We’ll figure out your favourites later.”

Charlotte reached down to touch Millie’s foot through the carrier. “She can have pumpkin pie when she’s bigger.”

“Maybe,” you said.

“I’ll share with her.”

“That’s very sweet.”

“Not my Cheez Its.”

“There it is,” Matt laughed. “She has limits.”

They continued tasting the desserts, with Charlotte ranking each one differently every time someone asked. First, pumpkin pie was her favourite. Then it was vanilla ice cream. After another bite of brownie, she declared that brownies were her favourite in the whole world. When Nick reminded her about the pizza, she said pizza was her favourite supper but brownies were her favourite dessert, demonstrating a surprisingly complicated ranking system for someone who wasn’t even three yet.

Chris tried mixing a spoonful of vanilla ice cream with chocolate pudding, which Charlotte thought looked disgusting until he convinced her to try a tiny bite. She reluctantly opened her mouth, tasted it, and immediately reached for another spoonful. “You like it?” Chris asked.

Charlotte nodded.

“I invented that.”

“You did not invent ice cream and pudding,” Nick replied.

“I invented putting them together.”

“People have been doing that forever.”

“Not like me.”

Matt gave Charlotte a small bite of brownie with ice cream on top. “Try this.”

She chewed it, then turned toward you. “Mommy, you need some.”

You leaned closer, and Matt held the fork toward you. You took the bite, making sure no crumbs fell near Millie.

“That’s good,” you said.

Matt ate the remaining piece from the fork. “See? Family sharing.”

“You just wanted to feed your wife,” Chris said.

“I like feeding my wife.”

“Aw,” Nick teased.

Matt looked back at you. “She feeds me all the time.”

“I make you dinner.”

“And it’s always good.”

“You’re being extra sweet because you got caught giving Charlotte root beer.”

“I am always sweet.”

Charlotte looked up at him. “You gave me root beer.”

“I know, baby. We’ve established that.”

“You’re in trouble,” she said.

“With who?”

“Mommy.”

Matt turned to you. “Am I in trouble?”

“A little.”

“What’s my punishment?”

“No root beer during movie night.”

Charlotte gasped. “No!”

“This affects her more than me,” Matt laughed.

Charlotte placed both hands together beneath her chin. “Please, Mommy?”

“You can both have water.”

“That’s not fair,” Matt said.

“You created this problem baby.”

Matt leaned closer to you, lowering his voice playfully. “What if I tell you you’re beautiful?”

“You already did that in the intro.”

“What if I tell you again?”

“I’ll consider it.”

“You’re beautiful baby,” he said putting his hand on your lower back.

You smiled despite yourself. “Thank you.”

“And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Am I still in trouble?”

“Yes.”

Nick pointed toward the camera. “This is an excellent example of manipulation.”

“It’s not manipulation if I mean it,” Matt replied.

Charlotte held up a spoonful of ice cream toward you. “Mommy, eat.”

You accepted the bite and kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Matt watched you with Charlotte, then glanced down toward Millie still resting against your chest. For a brief moment, he seemed completely distracted from the video. His eyes moved between the three of you, and the fondness in his face was so obvious that even Nick noticed.

“Matt has stopped participating,” Nick said.

Matt blinked and looked back toward the counter. “What?”

“You’re just staring at your family.”

“I’m allowed.”

“It was cute,” Chris admitted.

Matt rested his hand against the back of your hip again. “They’re cute.”

“You’re cute too, Daddy,” Charlotte said.

Matt’s face brightened. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re handsome,” you added.

“Thank you, baby.”

Chris groaned. “Can we end the video before this gets worse?”

“We’re almost done,” Nick laughed.

Matt looked into the camera and gathered Charlotte closer against his side. “That was Charlotte’s death row meal. I think she made some great choices.”

“The best choices,” Charlotte said.

“What was your favourite part?” Nick asked.

“All of it.”

“You can only pick one,” Chris said.

Charlotte thought for a few seconds, tapping one finger against her cheek.

“Pumpkin pie.”

Matt nodded proudly. “That’s my girl.”

“Her answer will change in thirty seconds,” you said.

“Chocolate!”

“There it is,” Nick laughed.

Charlotte giggled, covering her mouth with both hands.

“Did you have fun filming with Daddy and your uncles?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to do another video?”

“Yes!”

“What video should we do next?” Chris asked.

“My birthday.”

“Your birthday is coming up,” Matt said. “Are you excited?”

Charlotte nodded so quickly that her pigtails bounced. “I’m gonna be three.”

“You are,” you said. “Such a big girl.”

“I’m already big.”

“You are already big,” Matt agreed, kissing the side of her head.

Charlotte leaned into him and smiled at the camera. “Say thank you for watching,” Nick prompted.

“Thank you for watching!”

“Tell them to subscribe,” Chris added.

“Subscwibe”

“And like the video,” Matt said.

“Like the video!”

“And what else?” Nick asked.

Charlotte looked confused. “I don’t know.”

“Say bye,” you suggested.

“Bye!” Charlotte shouted, waving both hands at the camera.

Chris and Nick waved beside her while Matt lifted one hand, keeping his other securely around Charlotte’s waist.

“Bye, guys,” Matt said. “Thank you for watching.”

Charlotte turned toward you. “Mommy, wave.”

You stepped closer and waved with one hand while your other rested protectively over Millie’s back.

“Bye.”

Matt looked over at you and smiled before leaning across Charlotte to kiss your cheek. He then kissed Charlotte’s hair and reached out to gently stroke Millie’s back.

“My girls,” he murmured, quiet enough that he probably thought the camera wouldn’t pick it up. It did. Charlotte continued waving enthusiastically even after everyone else had stopped. “Bye! Bye, everybody! Bye!”

“Okay, Char,” Chris laughed. “The video’s over.”

“Bye!”

The screen finally cut to black while she was still waving.

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Comments;

sarahsturniolo: Matt whispering my girls at the end actually destroyed me. That man loves his wife and daughters more than anything.

maddie.lovesturnss: Charlotte exposing Matt for giving her root beer was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. She did not hesitate for one second.

emily4matt: Matt: “She only had one sip.” Charlotte holding her hands a foot apart: “This much.” I was CRYING.

ashley.sturniolofan: The way Charlotte immediately picked Daddy to win both chugging contests. She is such a daddy’s girl.

chrisgirlmia: “Here Uncle Chrissy” while she handed him the nuggets. I cannot handle how sweet she is with her uncles.

Jacklynsturniolo: Matt automatically putting his arm around Charlotte every time she started jumping on the stool. Dad instincts are always on.

briannastur: Matt wiping the pizza sauce off Charlotte’s face and kissing her cheek afterward. He is so gentle with her.

kaylaa.lovesyou: The fact that Charlotte calls Chris Uncle Chrissy is the cutest thing I have ever heard.

familyeditzz: Someone please make an edit of every time Matt looked at his wife and daughters in this video.

julia4matt: Charlotte: “Mommy kissed Daddy.” Matt: “Because she loves me.” He is so smug and in love.

maddie.sturns: Mom is actually so beautiful. She looks stunning always.

tripletsarchive: Matt checking whether the carrier strap was comfortable and fixing it for her without being asked. The little things say so much.

mattsgfxxx: Charlotte and Matt eating entire bags of Cheez Its together makes perfect sense. She really is his child.

Chrisxfan: Chris claiming the Goldfish before Charlotte could even explain them was the most Chris thing ever.

charbearfanclub: The way Charlotte hugged Millie the second she came into frame. She loves her baby sister so much.

softmattdaily: Matt’s entire face changed when his wife walked back in with Millie. He is completely obsessed with all three of his girls.

tylahxo: Charlotte liking pumpkin pie and loving fall just like Matt is the sweetest thing. She is literally a miniature version of him.

Rainstormsss: Matt buying her four pumpkins because she looked cute holding them tells me everything I need to know about his parenting style.

averyscomfortvideos: Matt trying to get out of trouble by calling his wife beautiful was hilarious because it almost worked.

sturnsisters: Charlotte saying she loves Mommy, Daddy, Millie and both uncles. She has such a loving little heart.

chrissgirl22: Chris jumping around after winning the chocolate milk chug while Charlotte tried to high five him. That man is still a child himself.

Kaileybaby: Matt celebrated winning the Kool-Aid Jammer battle like he won an Olympic gold medal.

tara.sturniolofan: Charlotte telling Matt not to kiss Mommy with pumpkin mouth after he said ketchup mouth earlier. She is so clever.

ellieeditss: The little kiss Matt gave his wife when she came back with Millie was so casual and sweet. You can tell they’re genuinely best friends.

lottiefan: The way her face lit up when she said she’s going to be three. I need the birthday video immediately.

Sturnsxsailor1: I love that they don’t force Charlotte to perform. She just talks, giggles, changes her answers and acts like a normal little kid.

mattgirlforeverr: He loves being a dad so much. You can see it in every single look he gives Charlotte and Millie.

sophiaheartsmatt: Matt calling Charlotte his good luck charm after winning was adorable.

nataliescomfortcorner: Mom is so patient and sweet with Charlotte. You can tell Charlotte feels completely safe and loved by both of her parents.

sydneyssturnedit: The family tree explanation sent me. Daddy’s my daddy, Mommy’s my mommy, Millie’s my sissy.

matthewsloveeyes: Every time his wife entered the frame, Matt forgot there was a camera recording him.

kaylasundayvideos: This felt like sitting in the kitchen with them. So wholesome and funny without feeling staged.

vanillaicecreamlover: Charlotte changing her favourite dessert every thirty seconds is the most realistic toddler thing ever.

mattshusbandenergy: Fixing the carrier, holding Mom’s waist, feeding her brownie, kissing her cheek. Matt was in full husband mode.

anna4matt: “She looked cute holding them” is exactly why Charlotte is going to grow up getting whatever she asks Daddy for.

tripletfan1999: We need Charlotte’s birthday video, Millie’s first food video and another Charlotte meal video immediately.

charlotteandco: Charlotte was the star, the host, the food critic and the family secret exposer. She carried this entire video.

Sturnioloxjen: my favourite family on the internet.