She sat by the crib, the soft hum of the night wrapping around her like a quiet embrace. The baby slept soundly, a perfect little angel, and her heart swelled with a love she never thought possible. It had been a few weeks since the birth, and everything still felt surreal. The life she once knew had shifted in an instant, but there was one constant—her daughter.

Drew, her daughter’s father, wasn’t there. He was somewhere out in the world, a star, always surrounded by flashing lights and cameras. It seemed like a lifetime ago when they had met, their connection so raw and real. She never expected to be in this position, holding their child alone in the silence of the night, but here she was. The days felt long without him by her side, even if he did his best to call, to check in between shoots and appearances. It wasn’t enough.

At first, she had worried about how his fame would affect their relationship. She had feared being forgotten, overshadowed by the endless whirlwind that was his life. But it hadn’t been that simple. Drew had tried. He had been there when she needed him, his comforting presence a quiet reassurance that things would be okay. And still, there were moments—moments when she would glance at the empty spot beside her and wonder if he would come back, if he would choose her and their baby over the chaos of his world.

But looking down at her daughter’s peaceful face, she knew something important. Drew loved them. He had loved her when things were messy, when life was unpredictable. And as the baby stirred in her arms, she whispered a promise to her. The world may be uncertain, but no matter what, they would be okay.

Drew’s fame didn’t define their family. It couldn’t. It was the love they shared that mattered. He would come back. She believed that.