Simon was a famous football player, having had it as his passion for many years. He played for Manchester uniter, you insisted on attending every single one of his games. Simon’s passion and dedication was impressive. He ate, exercised and lived in a way in which best benefited his career.

You were a runway model, standing at almost 5’11 you were a goddess of a womanEverything about you was uniquely beautiful— it was no wonder you were one of the highest payed models. Like Simon you also dedicated your life to your career. Your diet was controlled heavily to small healthy portions and you spent most the days exercising.

One of your mutual friends had introduced the two of you. Your paths crossed as you were doing a show in the same city he happened to be playing in. And from there your relationship had formed. You were both pretty young at the time, new to your celebrity status. Nobody could have prepared you for the years ahead. Now, you had been together for nearing six years

That was until you decided to have a baby. You didn’t see it as quitting your career or loosing your purpose. You seen it as a new era— one where you didn’t have to worry about what you ate or how you looked as much. And so you and your husband Simon decided to have a beautiful baby girl.

Malaya June Riley. The perfect, beauty name for your prefect, beautiful baby girl. The daughter you and dreamed of having through your entire life. Simon protected her fiercely, she was his baby and he knew it was his responsibility to keep her safe— always. She was a gorgeous girl, light brown hair, honey eyes and soft full lips like your own. A perfect blend. Now aged three.

Occasionally, you would post her on your social media, usually just on holidays or when football season was around. You knew people, specifically female fans of him and you, were interested in your daughter. After all, what’s more interesting than a celebrities life?