Julie's POV

"Mam.. Can you brush my hair? It's not working with me" I winced again trying to force the brush through my knots

"Come here baby" She said pulling me onto her lap and carefully brushing my strands as gentle as possible

"Where you going?" She said pulling me back onto her lap as I tried to get off; Dragging me down onto the sofa and spooning me from behind

"Why are you so clingy?" I joked, that only made her pull me in closer to her

"Because I love you Bubba" I couldn't help but smile, I secretly love this clingy side to Mam. It always seemed to make me feel wanted - special.

"I love you too Mam" I sighed happily, resting my hands on top of hers. No other words were spoken - having each other's company was more than enough. The bond that we shared was explosive, it was true love.

"Mam?" I said breaking the silence

"Hmm?" She answered kissing my shoulder

"You know that.." I was a little embarrassed telling her, but I wanted to tell her.

"I know what?" She could sense my nerves, her grip ever growing tighter

"You know how they say 'The love of your life is your other half' Like a missing piece to you?" I said, shyly playing her her fingers. I was glad she couldn't see how red my face was at the moment

"Yeah?" I don't think she knew where I was going with this

"I think in some way, you're the love of my life. I know it sounds weird.. I did find you after all - well Nana did. I am somewhat your missing piece aren't I?" My heart was beating frantically, I was embarrassed, scared, nervous - everything all at once. When she didn't reply I turned around in her embrace to find Mam silently crying

"Why are you crying?" I whispered, wiping her tears away. Her eyes locking with mine - they were tears of happiness

"Because, you're the love of me life too Bubba" She laughed lightly through her tears knowing how silly she must of looked. I smiled at her for a few seconds before placing a kiss against her forehead and snuggling back into her arms. Falling asleep with happiness and joy floating inside of us.

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Julie's POV

"How about this?" I asked Mum and Mam holding up a pink dress with a crystallized sash going across the middle

"Put it in the basket" Mum beamed taking it off me. We had been shopping for baby clothes all day, and I've never seen my parents smile so big. They were so happy - they were both glowing; with happiness. I loved seeing them like this, their happiness was projecting onto me.

"I think we should go buy some paint today" I said to Mam as we all stood in line

"It's a bit early to paint the room Bubba" Mam said pulling me into her side showering me with kisses against my temple

"Actually Mam, it's better to paint now. the toxins in the paint aren't good for the baby" I said, getting an agreeing nod from Mum

"Aye okay will go get some paint on our way home, we'll have to do it. Kimba can't be sniffing that stuff" Mam was so protective over Mum, it always reminded me of my relationship with Libby. We were soon paying for the overload of baby clothes and paying a ridiculous amount of money. The mayhem of paparazzi lurking outside - waiting for us to reappear. Mams grip getting tighter around me - trying to hold both Mum and I

"Mam, it's okay I can walk" I laughed lightly, watching her struggle, I took the bags off her silently telling her to shield Mum - After all she was the pregnant one. She gave me a kiss against my cheek as we walked out into the chaos

"If any of you touch me wife or daughter I'm going to fcking strangle ya!" Mam growled as she saw someone reaching out to touch me - they instantly went quiet; retreating their hands back to their sides allowing us to walk to the car in piece.

"Fcking pricks!" Mam hissed under her breath - helping Mum and I into the car. She was definitely the dominate one in the relationship.

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Julie's POV

"Mam you're doing it wrong!" I groaned taking the paint roller and dipping into the pink paint showing her how to paint the walls

"Long strokes! Not half ass strokes!" I said handing her back the long stick

"How did you know how to do that?" She asked, doing it correctly this time

"I-I just know how" I shrugged, going beet red at the memory

"You can tell us" She said with a gentle tone - I hesitated before telling her about the awful memory that I called my past

"When I was fourteen, My um foster parents made me paint all the bedrooms in the house-" I said briefly looking at her sad expression before continuing

"I must have been doing it wrong because... Because I was punished after. So I had to redo them again and again.. So I guess I taught myself" I smiled sadly, it was an awful day. My arms were hurting from the strokes I had done in all four bedrooms, and the bruising from my foster Mum's arms printed against my skin didn't help much either. Mam's eyes began to water - I walked over to her knowing she'd want some sort of comfort instantly taking her into my arms

"Don't cry Mam" I whispered, stroking her hair as she whimpered in my arms

"I'm sorry" She sniffed, her arms still holding on almost as if her life depended on it

"It's okay, I forgave you along time ago" She took her head off my shoulder to get a better look at me

"Y-You did?" She sniffed wiping her snot with the back of her hand

"On my tenth birthday, I didn't celebrate it or anything but that night for my birthday I silently wished I would forgive my parents.. And I did because on my eleventh birthday I must have moved on. That night I wished for my foster Mum to rot in hell" I said making her laugh come back to life - her tears still streaming down her cheeks. I still remembered that night all too clearly. I wanted to kill that woman in her sleep.

"No more crying please-" I smiled kissing her damp cheeks

"We've got some paint to cover the walls with!" I said cheerfully trying to get mood back up - and it did. We painted the room laughing and giggling away, I loved moments like this with Mam. I gave a her a piece of my past - a horrible piece. With each shared nightmare I found myself easing out of my past and living more in my present

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Julie's POV

We spent the entire day working on baby Isabella's bedroom. We even managed to setup the Crib, along with the dressers and drawers

"We make a good team" I beamed taking in the room

"We should make a business out of it" Mam said seriously, I just looked at her like she had gone crazy

"Let's not take it that far, come on let's see what Mum's doing" I giggled running out of the room as she ran after me

"You cheeky git! Get back here" She was laughing along with me - I was laughing so hard my sides began to cramp up

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!!" I howled as she took me down to the floor in the front room tickling my life away- my laughs echoing loudly throughout the house

"Children" Mum tutted sipping on her cup of tea - hiding her smirk behind the steaming cup. Mam and I both looked at each other thinking the same thing

"Don't touch me!" Mum said already giggling and setting her cuppa down afraid to spill it everywhere. Mam and I both gently laid her down on the sofa and began showering her with kisses making her laugh out hysterically at our playfulness

"Get off me you loons!" She laughed shoving us away - it all died down; eventually. We found ourselves snuggling into each other and watching the telly. I used to dream of moments like this - to one day cuddle my parents and simply watch the telly. No words needing to be exchanged - the love in the room would be enough. Sometimes it's true when they say; Dreams become reality.

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Kim's POV

"Mmm" I giggled as Cheryl kissed my sensitive spot that she knew all too well and always took it to her advantage

"What's gotten into you? It's usually me that's like this" I laughed, she wanted some tonight and telling by her already rocking hips she wanted it now

"You're just so beautiful Kimba, So beautiful" She moaned, capturing my lips with hers; kissing me passionately - her hands automatically going into my hair bringing me in deeper and closer to her

"I want you so bad! My body is throbbing for you baby" She breathed, nibbling against my earlobe. I turned her over gently - having some difficulties with my bump

"Relax" I smirked kissing down her impatient body - she was jerking everywhere; begging to be pleased

"Right there baby, please!" She whined, forcing my head down between her legs - I was surprised to see how wet she was for me. After all these years I still had that affect on her - she always seemed to make me feel good about myself.

"Say please" I teased, letting my breath hit against her wet cunt - making her body twitch

"Please, baby, plEASE!" She screamed out, not expecting my tongue to dive straight into her - eating her out. I was always good at that, she loved it when I used my mouth. Her moans were heavy sobs almost - my tongue was too overwhelming for her. Lapping her folds, swirling my tongue around her hard nub - she was getting pleasured and she was loving every second of it

"Yes! Yes right there! FCK!!" She yelped, her body jolting up and falling back against the mattress as her orgasm ripped through her - sending her into another world; taking her into a frenzy of sexual pleasure

"Yes" She whispered, over and over - going into a sex high. Oblivious to the world for a little while. I cleaned up her sweet juices - never before tasting anything as sweet as her. I crawled up to her kissing her deeply - her mouth slightly parted not being able to respond to my kiss - trying to catch her breath from that intense orgasm

"I fcking love you" She said sleepily - her eyes half shut, trying her best to keep her eyes focused with mine

"Good night angel, I love you too"

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Kim's POV

I don't know what awoke me so late in the night, but something was begging me to wake up. It was almost as if someone was whispering in my ear telling me 'Wake up Kim' and I don't know what told me to go into the bathroom that night - because I didn't need to wee, no I didn't. I wish I never went into the bathroom, because as soon as I sat on that toilet and witnessed the blood stains on my knickers I was in hysterics

"B-Baby!" I sobbed shaking Cheryl - pleading for her to wake up

"Baby wake up!" My cries were now howls, startling her out of sleep - I was clutching onto my stomach; afraid something happened to our baby

"K-Kimba!? What's wrong!" She threw the duvet off her; holding me as I struggled to keep a stand

"I-I'm bleeding Baby! Something's happened! Something's happens!" I cried