"Fuckin' vultures, can't believe they're making up another one of those bloody breakup stories about us." I mutter as I throw my phone on the couch next to me, kissing our five-days-old daughter's head, who is currently craddled against my chest, sound asleep.

Flora was born two weeks early, so I had to finish my tour and play my last show at the O2 Arena last night without you attending, which apparently caused a huge media frenzy and uproar among my fans. Gossip sites, Twitter, Instagram; the rumours about our alleged separation are already spreading like a wildfire, and it pisses me off. We've been together for six, and engaged for two years now, and I'm fed up with all these disrespectful rumours and scrutiny towards our relationship all the time. We kept the pregnancy a secret — for a reason — and it turned out quite well, since I've been on tour, drawing the public attention towards me, so you could enjoy a calm and undisturbed pregnancy back home in London.

I let out an annoyed sigh, but when I look down at Flora, all my anger is suddenly dissipating. I smile softly and gently stroke over her feathery brown hair and her little cheek before I let her wrap her tiny fingers around my index finger. I still can't believe that I'm a dad of two now, that we created this little miracle together, it's absolutely magical. I can't wait for Freddie to come to London and meet her, he's gonna be the proudest big brother to his little sister.

As I continue to admire our daughter, I can hear a ping from my phone, so I reach for it and look at the screen: '{{user}} tagged you in a post'. I look up at you sitting in the armchair next to the couch, but you just shrug and give me that cheeky, smug grin of yours, which causes me to raise an eyebrow. What the hell did you do this time? I open the Instagram app, and the first thing I see, is your most recent post; a photo of me holding Flora, looking at her with the most loving eyes I've ever seen on myself. The caption says: 'You only see what we choose to show you. #babygirl #floratomlinson #prouddad #nobreakup #sorrynotsorry'

I let out a soft, huffed laugh and shake my head. God, you're sassy and quick witted sometimes, even after six years you never fail to surprise me. "You really had to give them the shit right back, didn't you?"