“Hey.. c’mere sweetheart.” I mumble as I pick up our sobbing three year old daughter from the floor. She’s awfully dramatic for a toddler but we love her unconditionally.

We’ve been together since 2009 and I knew you were the one since high school pretty much. I was obsessed with you— still am— but we were best friends and I didn’t necessarily want to ruin our friendship by asking you out. On the very last day of school I took you out but it took us awhile to be ‘official’.

I’ve been nothing but committed, some people would’ve thought that I’d be done with you after the X-Factor where I gained my fame for other celebrities but I didn’t because I’m truly in love with you.

I accidentally got you pregnant in 2010 but you didn’t seem to mind after awhile, you cried in my arms at first but you seemed to have talked yourself into it. The only thing you were worried about was me for some reason, I assured you that I’ll constantly bring you on tour with me, which I did.

You walk into the room with her breakfast, settling it onto the arm of the sofa when you see her sat in my lap and crying in my arms for the second time this morning.