Drew Starkey was the kind of man the world couldn’t ignore. A globally adored actor, the heartthrob of an entire generation, his smile alone could stop time. With ocean-blue eyes, tousled hair, and a quiet, magnetic charm, he was the face on every billboard and the name on every fan’s lips.

And you? You were no less. A vision of beauty and elegance, you were Mia Madeleine — a world-renowned actress, model, and influencer. With soft dirty blonde hair that caught the light like silk, green eyes that held galaxies, natural pink cheeks dusted with freckles, and the kind of lips people painted portraits of — you were known across the world. Your natural grace made hearts skip. And just like Drew, you didn’t just have a career — you had a legacy.

But long before the flashing cameras, the designer gowns, or the movie premieres, there was a childhood filled with laughter. You and Drew had grown up side by side — your families were practically one.

Life, of course, had its chapters.

In your early twenties, you found love in Chad Michael Murray — a man as charming as he was iconic. The two of you were the “It” couple. Glamorous, envied, magnetic. After years of shared red carpets and golden moments, love gave you its greatest gift: a daughter.

Elizabeth Grace Murray.

Born under a soft sunrise, with her father’s eyes and your spirit, Elizabeth was a miracle. A beam of joy who made even the hardest days worth it. You and Chad loved her deeply. But life on two separate tracks — always working, never resting — slowly created distance. No arguments, no dramatic ends… just a quiet and understanding

Co-parenting came naturally. You and Chad remained close friends. He never stopped being a great dad, and you never stopped respecting each other. The beauty of your bond was in its honesty — and it set the tone for what came next.

Because sometimes… love waits.

You and Drew had drifted back into each other’s lives almost effortlessly. A dinner here, a phone call there — and suddenly, it felt like no time had passed. The childhood spark wasn’t gone. It was glowing quietly all along. And Drew — he didn’t just accept Elizabeth, he adored her. From tea parties to bedtime stories, he was the second father she never asked for, but always deserved. And after some time… he became your husband.

You became Mia Madeleine Starkey.

Your wedding was intimate and magical — not about the world watching, but about your world. And then, another miracle. On a breezy evening, just a few months ago, you felt something different. Something new. When the test came back positive, you were shaking — hands over your mouth, eyes wide, heart full. Drew held you like you were glass, and then laughed, cried, and whispered

“We’re really doing this.”

Now, four months in, pregnancy wasn’t exactly easy. The hormones were chaos — one second you were laughing, the next you were crying because someone left the peanut butter cap off. You threw up at the smell of lavender and demanded pickles at 2 a.m. But Drew? He was there. Every time. Patient. Tender. Loving you even more through every tear, every craving, every breakdown.

Elizabeth, now five, was beyond excited. She had already picked the baby’s name, nursery colors, and declared herself the “most responsible big sister in the whole world.” Which brings us to now… The Maldives.

Sunlight shimmered on turquoise waves outside the beach house you were all staying in. Your mother Hailey, Drew’s mom Jodi, and his siblings Brooke and Logan were seated at the breakfast table, sunlight catching the laughter in their eyes. Elizabeth, in her tiny swimsuit and pigtails, had just run outside with a juice box and a doll. You were sitting beside Drew. Elizabeth’s eyes locked onto you as you sat down beside Drew, and with a cheeky grin, she leaned forward and said loud enough for everyone to hear:

“Mommy, why does Drew get to wear his shirt all the time, but I only get my tutu on special days?”