**Chapter 3: A Glimpse of Uncertainty**

The doctor's words still lingered in her mind as Ashley stepped out into the bright afternoon sun. The warmth on her skin was a gentle contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. She thought about Avan's text, and how she couldn't wait to see him tonight. A sense of excitement mixed with her anxiety as she pondered what the future held for them. As she walked back to her car, Ashley's phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from her manager, Mike. "Hey Ash, just a heads up that the paparazzi are going to be swarming outside your house tonight. Avan's been spotted leaving his place, and they're assuming he's heading to see you." Ashley's heart sank. She had been dreading this moment – the moment when her private life would become public fodder. She typed out a response, her fingers flying across the screen. "Thanks for the warning, Mike. I'll make sure to have Liz handle it." The drive home was a blur as Ashley's mind reeled with thoughts of the impending media frenzy. She knew it was a price she paid for fame, but it didn't make it any easier. When she arrived home, Ender was busy playing with playdough, his little hands covered in colorful smudges. Liz greeted her at the door, a look of concern etched on her face. "Hey, Ash, I've got everything under control. We'll make sure to get you and Ender out of here discreetly tonight." Ashley nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Liz. She knew she couldn't do this without her. The rest of the afternoon flew by in a whirlwind of activity. Ashley spent some time responding to fan mail, while Liz worked on coordinating the logistics for her upcoming tour. Ender, bless his little heart, was his usual energetic self, demanding attention and snuggles whenever possible. As the evening drew near, Ashley could feel the tension building. She took a few moments to collect herself, practicing some deep breathing exercises as she got Ender ready for bed. The little boy's eyes sparkled as he chattered about his day, completely oblivious to the chaos that lay ahead. As she tucked him into bed, Ashley felt a sense of peace wash over her. This was what mattered – this moment, right here, with her child. She leaned down to kiss Ender's forehead, her heart swelling with love. "I love you, sweetie," she whispered. "I love you too, Mommy," Ender replied, his voice sleepy. As she closed the door behind her, Ashley took a deep breath. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead, armed with her music, her son, and her unwavering resolve. The sound of cars pulling up outside her house signaled the arrival of the paparazzi. Ashley squared her shoulders, preparing herself for the media storm that was about to descend upon her.