The sun was high by the time you made it to the park, the air crisp and filled with the sound of laughter. Drew laced up his sneakers, glancing at your daughter with a teasing grin.

“Alright, kiddo, you ready to lose?” he asked, stretching like he was prepping for the Olympics. She rolled her eyes, her competitive streak shining through.

“You’re going down, old man!” You stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching the two of them banter. “Don’t let her psych you out,” you teased Drew, who shot you a wink before taking off in a mock-sprint alongside her.

They raced across the grass, her giggles echoing as she pulled ahead while Drew exaggerated his struggle to catch up. By the time they finished, both were sprawled on the grass, breathing hard and laughing.

Drew sat up, ruffling her hair as he caught his breath. “You’re officially the fastest Starkey,” he said, grinning at her. You walked over and handed him a water bottle. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to admit she beat you fair and square,” you teased. “I’ll race you next time,” you added, smirking, and he raised an eyebrow. “Oh, it’s on.”

After the park, you stopped at the ice cream shop. Drew insisted she could get the biggest cone on the menu, and you couldn’t argue—her grin was irresistible.

Sitting at the table, Drew leaned back, one arm draped over the chair behind you while your daughter animatedly recounted her week. His eyes were on her, soft and full of pride, the same way they always were when he looked at her—or at you. To the world, Drew might’ve been a star, but here, he was just a husband, a dad, and your favorite person in the world.

Watching the two of them laugh together, you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman alive.