"How can something so tiny, feel so heavy after a while?" I have been cuddling Daisy in my arms for nearly half an hour now and I feel cramp is beginning to set in. As I move her gently, to stretch out my cramping limb, that's when I get a waft of a stinker in her tiny little nappy. "Oh, time for you to go back to your mama." I'm smirking at Hetty, for she knows that I'll do lots of cuddles, but I won't yet do stinky nappies. Nope, I draw the line at botty deposits.

"Has my princess offended auntie B's nose again?" H sings with a wide and relaxed smile to her precious baby girl. Motherhood, most certainly suits my sweet friend, it really does.

"The contents of that nappy are most certainly not from a princess, that's for sure." I tease, still stretching out my achey arm.

Kissing Daisy on her cherub-like lips, Hetty then says. "Ohhhhhh, what is auntie B saying about my ickle giiiiiirl." Yep, and H seems to have also developed the gift of being able to speak in fluent Mummy. Almost every word is kind of sung out. They're said with cute slang or cut short to sound even cuter. Even Will is speaking fluent Daddy. He says things like, baby girl has windy pops, it's time for our princess to have boobies, how's dada's teeny treasure?—all very funny to witness.

Daisy is now nine weeks old, and as baby's go, she's adorable. She has Hetty's feline-shaped eyes and cute as hell tufts of auburn hair, but has Will's dark and long eyelashes and his really small ears.

Since my return seven weeks ago, I have been making sure that I'm getting to know my sweetheart of a goddaughter. The love I feel for this little girl, has surprised me in more ways than one. As soon as I saw her, a rush of affection flooded my body for the sleeping little human that she was. In that moment, I knew that I wanted to always protect her, to always be a part of her growing up. Okay, I know I have drawn the line at a poopy nappy, but that might even change in the future. Already, my feelings for Daisy doo have surpassed anything that I used to feel about babies. Because of her, I think I am beginning to understand why someone would want to have children. I'm not saying I am there myself, god no, but I think I now get why people do. You could say that the excitement over baby blankets, towel bales and GroEgg's—are now to me, a more understandable part of the amazing lead up to becoming a parent.

My own parents; well they're just delighted to have me back and to have a daughter back who is able to handle being Mitch's girlfriend with relaxed confidence and grounded grace.

Yes, I get the odd pap follow me from time to time.

Yes, I have to be a little more mindful of those around me.

But for the most part, I'm just doing my usual thing.

Gina is in contact quite a bit, she will drip feed the press information, as and when needed. I have finally met her—she's a tall, raven-haired, straight-talking publicist with a penchant for vanilla vaping and blood red talon-like acrylics—a formidable female.

I like her forthrightness.

I rather like her.

Herself and Bobby Cline, are making sure that private things between myself and Mitch, remain private. Between them both, the media have only been given snippets of us. Of course, they now know we are very much together. This headline:

Was one of the things that went viral when Bobby first released the school reunion story.

Since then, I have returned back to England as the official girlfriend of Mitch Heston. At times, it has been weird. We are having a committed relationship, but that committed relationship is being conducted with me being here and Mitch being thousands of miles away. Yet somehow, we are doing it. We talk almost every single day. We check how one another is doing. We sometimes talk while we are eating, while we are bathing, even exercising; just making time for one another as and when we can. As hard as it can be, and as much as I do miss him, I think that Mitch and I have fallen into a stable and sustainable relationship. We have balance, I guess.

Behind the fame and in private, we are trusting and respectful. In the public eye, it's about being polite and obliging without allowing them to be rude and intrusive. I'm now far more aware that there could be people watching, with cameras; but I don't let it stop me living my life and running my business. Because it doesn't. Mitch is the one that everyone really wants. When he's not by my side, I can pretty much live an ordinary life without any intrusion whatsoever. It's only when I am with him, that things can get a little crazy, and I have only been involved in that craziness just the once.

Even though Mitch wasn't completely healed, he did finally manage to finish his film. Luckily for him, they were no longer filming on location, so all that was left to shoot were the studio set scenes. Once it was a wrap on that, it was then that Mitch had me fly out to Boston for a few days, so I could accompany him to an high profile arts charity event. That charity event was to be our very first official public appearance together. My first taste of that craziness.

There were press lines; photographers first then a long line of reporters, camera crews, publicists, and of course, the red carpet runners. With Bobby guiding us, Mitch proudly paraded me upon his suited arm. I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed the experience far more than I thought I would. Even though it felt a little like designer cattle being moved along on the red carpet, I felt proud to be the one on Mitch's arm. He had charismatically answered a few questions and charmingly introduced me to a couple of journalists. Then there were the fans, squealing or sobbing out his name; doing anything to get Mitch to look their way for just a second. It was crazy. But an exciting crazy. After that crazy night, everyone soon knew about our first public engagement together:

That headline must have hit every mobile device, every newspaper, magazine and radio station. For a day or two, the unveiling of us was huge news...that is, until the next huge news came along.

But the headline that had my mum nearly needing an exceedingly absorbent Tena Lady, was this one:

After some flippant, playing-with-the-press comment made by Mitch himself, about a week after the arts charity event, and without me even being in the same country as him, the press put 2+2 together and came up with an over eager 10.

So yeah, that's now my life.

"What are your plans for later then, B?" Now holding a far more sweet-smelling Daisy doo in her arms, Hetty is wondering what I'm up to on this gloomy, rather windy Sunday afternoon.

"I'm just going to go back home, have a quick run, then have a nice bath before preparing for my working week and talking to Mitch before bed." I happily tell my sweet friend while I'm beginning to stand, so I can get going to do all that I've just said I am about to do.

Nuzzling her cheek against Daisy's head, Hetty looks at me with worry in her brown eyes. "Running...in this weather?"

Looking out the window, I lift my coat from off the chair with a smile. "I like running in the wind."

"Weirdo." Hetty says with soft sarcasm.

"Says she who attaches a barbaric pump to her breasts once a day." I teasingly counter back with.

Laughing now, I know that H is just about to explain why she regularly hooks herself up to a perverse-looking piece of pumping apparatus. "I express my breast milk, so that Will can also be involved with feeding Daisy."

Pulling my coat up around my shoulders, I've got to wind Hetty up just a little more before I go. "Yeah yeah! I think part of being a mother heavily involves becoming a bit of a kinky kinkster." I tease, while doing up all of my buttons.

With Daisy snugly still in her arms, H leans in to kiss me goodbye. "Say see you later to your naughty auntie B, princess." She's grinning across at me, her eyes crinkling up at the corners with amusement. "Be careful on that run, okay?"

Kissing Daisy on the soft crown of her head first, I then hug my sweetly concerned friend. "I'll be fine, H. People can't miss me with my Hi Vis on." I tell her with a thankful little squeeze.

Hetty's brown eyes still look like they're drowning in their sweet concern for me. "You're happy, I just don't want anything to happen that will ruin that happiness." She briefly then stares down at her content baby daughter before fixing her anxious gaze back onto me.

"Do you know how long I have waited to see you fall for someone, B? ! That's how long! I honestly thought that my pubes might turn a brilliant shade of grey before it ever happened. Yet here you are, happy and in love. So please be careful. Look how easy it was for Mitch to hurt himself, don't you do the same when you're running in this shitty weather, okay?"

Hugging Hetty again, I know how lucky I am to have such a great friend as her. "Okay, I'll be extra careful."

Smiling, my great friend now thoughtfully rubs my arm. "I'm really proud of you, B. I'm proud of how you're handling being with Mitch, it can't always be easy. I'm even prouder of how you're handling all of the media attention...I can tell you're just taking it all in your stride."

Placing my hand on where Hetty has hers on my arm, my lips curl up with happy thanks. "That means a lot, thank you. I'll see you all soon, okay?"

When I left Hetty and Daisy, on the drive back home, I was thinking about the impact that being with Mitch has had on my life.

There are no certainties, but I'm happy. I can't worry about the unknown, I can only enjoy what I do know and feel. If that is taking it all in my stride, then yes, that is exactly what I am doing.

I'm in love with a man, who just so happens to be famous.

But he's still a man.

My man.

Regardless of the fame and the distance, we are still wanting to be together and we are wanting us to work. Regardless of where Mitch happens to be in the world, he still gives me an emotional fullness that I've never felt with anyone else before.

To me, that means something.

To me, that means that Mitch is worth the risk.

We, are worth the risk.

I know that Mitch is dedicated to being the world-famous Mitch Heston, but he's also still dedicated to giving his time to me. As much as he humanly can, he gives me his time and his energy.

I respect that.

I admire that about him.

Mitch equally values that I love him for the real him, he knows that my feelings for him aren't superficial in any way. And while I am loving him, I am also keeping a level head, I am staying true to myself and true to my profession. In order for us to successfully do this, there has to be sensibility, mutual trust and respect, there just has to be...and I think we have that.

The last time that we were actually together, Mitch's parting gift to me before I boarded my plane, was a gorgeous smile and a handsome little wink. "Until next time, beautiful."

Yes, until next time, Mitch.

Every moment, is now a moment that brings me ever closer to that until next time.