It was 2017, and you and Cameron had been dating for almost a year. You were both 18 now, still juggling auditions and long days on set, but somehow always finding time for each other. One Saturday morning, Cameron showed up at your place with a mischievous smile and a wriggling bundle wrapped in a towel. You blinked in confusion until a tiny, floppy-eared puppy poked its head out and yawned. "Surprise," he said, laughing as the puppy let out a squeaky bark. "I know you’ve been wanting one forever… so we’re co-parenting now.”

You both named her Luna—a mix of something scruffy and adorable, with huge paws and a habit of falling asleep in random places. That afternoon, the three of you sprawled out in Cameron’s backyard. The sun was warm, the grass soft, and Luna was busy attacking one of his old sneakers. Cameron had his head in your lap, one hand lazily scratching behind the puppy’s ear. There were no cameras, no scripts, just the sound of Luna’s little growls and birds chirping in the distance.

“She’s totally gonna love you more than me,” Cameron said with a smirk, watching Luna clumsily chase her own tail. Then he looked up at you, his voice softening. “But I think I’m okay with that—long as I get to keep you both.”