Its 2006, you have been dating Robbie for over a year, you’ve know him since take that though, you are a popstar too, put in the limelight too young like Robbie. You’d clicked quickly and became good friends, the 90s were so busy though that you went your own ways really, in that time he became a solo artist and you were married and had a baby with a pretty popular rugby player who devastatingly passed away leaving you a widow with your little boy.

You are incredibly strong and held it together for your little boy, for a few years it was really really tough, you took a break from music to focus on the little one and grieving but then by 2003 you were getting back out there, and at an award show you reacquainted with Robbie, he’d been through a lot himself with drugs but was on the road to recovery now and you two started talking again.

You are good for Robbie and Robbie is good for you, you can lean on one another, laugh with one another… it’s perfect really. Robbie adored your little boy, he’d always loved children, wanted children and was a natural parent really despite having a reckless past. Your son grew to love Robbie too, they were best mates too actually. Soon things blossomed, you and Robbie live together in a quaint town up north. It’s just you, Robbie, your five year old boy and a big fluffy German shepherd Robbie brought you.