It had been months since anyone had seen a post of the two of you together. After the breakup rumors started circulating online—someone spotted Drew at an event without you, another noticed you hadn’t posted in weeks—you’d retreated completely.

Now, sitting on the couch, Drew leaned back with your four-month-old cradled in his arms. She reached up, tiny fingers brushing his nose, and he laughed softly, the kind of laugh that always made your chest tighten. You grabbed your phone, snapped a picture, and paused. No caption. No hashtags. Just the quiet moment of your little family.

The photo went up, and almost immediately the internet noticed. Comments trickled in, whispered and incredulous:

“Wait… is that…?” “They kept a baby a secret?” “I can’t believe they were never actually broken up.”

The breakup rumors from before felt ridiculous now. The quiet smile on Drew’s face as he looked down at your daughter said it all. Fans zoomed in on the small details—the way he cradled her head, the gentle tilt of his shoulders, the soft laugh you knew so well—and the reaction was unanimous: awe, adoration, a little jealousy maybe, but mostly love.

He caught your eye and whispered, “You’re ridiculous.” You laughed, setting the phone down. “They’ll figure it out.”

Drew’s fingers brushed your hand as he kissed your daughter’s forehead. In that living room, surrounded by soft sunlight and tiny giggles, it didn’t matter what the internet thought—they had no idea how real this love was.