-Author's POV-

Kimberley slips into bed late that night, strangely she'd stood outside her daughter's bedroom for quite sometime, dazing off, frozen, unable to enter and simply ask her daughter for the truth.

She gave up, returning to her bedroom.

"Fifteen years later." Cheryl smacks her lips, turning around and meeting her wife's eyes. "What would you do if I changed the color of me hair?" She asks.

"Random." Kimberley giggles, pulling the Geordie into her arms. "What color?" She asks, answering her wife's question.

"Hm." Cheryl hums, casually draping her leg over Kimberley's thigh. "Red?"

"Hot." She bites her lower lip, "Remember when you went through that short hair – pink streaks – lesbian look phase?" Kimberley chuckles.

"Yeah? Did you like it?"

"No."

"Rude." Cheryl playfully slaps her wife's chest.

"You cringe to your old pictures, so stop pretending like you don't agree."

They giggle.

"I love lying with you like this." Kimberley sighs, pulling her wife closer. She kisses Cheryl, softly. "Did I tell you I love you today?" She asks, lips remaining pressed together.

"Mhm. Once." The Geordie smiles.

"I'm sure it was twice—"

"Well don't ask if you already know the answer."

"You know," Kimberley pulls back slightly, "I should have known better than to get myself into this situation—"

"What situation?" Cheryl frowns.

"Marrying you—"

"You piece of—"

"Cake. I'm cake because I'm so sweet and, I'm, kinda delicious." Kimberley winks, sealing their lips back together. Their kiss grows through passion, tongues accordingly slipping in sync. Cheryl smirks into the kiss, soon moaning and positioning herself atop of the blonde.

They remain in this position for some time, kissing and feeling each other's warmth. It was a sloppy kiss, but they wouldn't have it any other way. Their passion was always so urgent, almost as if this moment would slip past their fingertips, almost as if they would never feel this moment again.

It was a good passion.

It was a passion everyone imagined to have with their forever lover.

Kimberley's hands slip into the back of her wife's pajama shorts, gripping the perky bum, fondling with it freely.

Cheryl grasps the blondes lower lip between her teeth, giving it a tug.

"Oh?" Kimberley breathes, "I see what you're after, here I was thinking we were having an innocent make out session—"

"Oh shut up." Cheryl tuts, "What'd you think? I was going to go to sleep?" She raises an eyebrow, "Me clit is ringing I'll have you know."

"Well maybe you should answer it—"

"I can't get to the call right now, maybe you should answer." The Geordie flirts.

"That was terrible."

"Don't ruin the moment." Cheryl huffs. "I'm horny—"

"Oh was that you getting the moment back?"

"Kimberley shut up." The Geordie groans, "You're on top." She flips them, now Kimberley hovering above.

Kimberley smirks, silently lowering her head and sealing her lips to Cheryl's neck; she sucks, nips, bites and licks.

"Mm." Cheryl licks her own lips, hands trailing down to the hem of her wife's vest top. "Take this off." She breathes; helping the blonde rid her clothes, as does Kimberley.

Soon enough they were naked, skin-to-skin.

Kimberley leaves beautiful scars along Cheryl's neck, chest, marking trails along her body.

She routes her mouth to an erect nipple, flicking and swirling her tongue tortuously slow.

"Uh." Cheryl's hips rise off the bed, needing a release – now. "Baby."

"Shh." Kimberley hushes her, "Keep it down, we've got a house full—"

"I will scream." Cheryl grits, "Stop teasing us!"

Kimberley giggles, "So impatient baby." Sticking her tongue out, she licks a path down to exactly where Cheryl needed her most, it was no surprise how wet the Geordie was.

Kimberley smirks, spreading her wife's thighs apart and delving her mouth into the soaking center. Her tongue teases for a few short seconds before easing it straight in, thumb firmly stroking Cheryl's clit as she eats her out.

Tongue thrusting heatedly in and out the Geordie.

"Ah." Cheryl grips her tits, pinching her nipples in pleasure. "F-Fcuk – mm- uh." Her voice falters, panting, fingers releasing from her nipples and shooting straight down to her wife's blonde locks.

Kimberley groans into her wife's p*ssy, the lapping of her tongue echoes into the stilled bedroom. She slips her tongue out, earning an unimpressed groan from Cheryl, soon a moan is sounded as two fingers thrust straight into her throbbing c*nt. Kimberley returns her mouth to her wife's ringing clit, lips and tongue sucking fiercely.

"Yeah, baby, mmmm, yeah, yeah, uh." Cheryl's voice sounds in low, torturous whines.

Kimberley's pace picks up, thrusting faster, sucking harder.

"Uh – ah – baby." Cheryl groans, "I-I-I I'm going to – fcuk – Uh!" She throws her head back, submerging into the pillow.

Kimberley could feel her wife's c*nt tightening around her fingers, knowing she was close.

With a final thrust and suck to Cheryl's clit, she comes undone, biting her lower lip in hopes to suppress loud screams from awakening every being in the mansion.

Kimberley cleans the mess she's created, kissing her way back up to her wife's parted lip.

"Mm." Cheryl groans, panting.

"Good job? Did I score?" Kimberley asks, giggling. "C'mere you Muppet." She pulls her in, "Lay on me."

Cheryl does as she's told, sealing their bodies back together.

Kimberley's fingertips trace along the Geordie's flawless back.

"Mmm that felt good." Cheryl breathes, "Thank you." She giggles.

"You're odd. Even after years of sex you still thank me for a bloody orgasm."

They giggle.

"You're welcome." Cheryl giggles, resting her chin to the blonde's chest and meeting her wife's blue-greys. "Hi."

"Hi, weirdo."

The Geordie remains silent, a smile lingering in her eyes.

"What's up?" Kimberley mirrors the wide smile, fingers tracing infinitely.

"I'm really happy, Kimba." She whispers, "But.. But something in your eyes tells us you're not okay."

The blue-greys avert.

"What's the matter?" Cheryl shuffles up, connecting their foreheads together. "Talk to us." She whispers, placing a soft kiss to the pouty lips.

"I'm just thinking too much into it—"

"Are you still on about Rita and Maddy?" Cheryl tuts, "What has you thinking this, baby?"

Kimberley sighs, gently pushing Cheryl aside and sliding up.

They both rest back into the cushioned headboard, ready for a long talk.

Kimberley explains to her wife exactly what she saw that night, when Rita and Jamie had come for dinner and how she was so sure something wasn't right.

"Babe she was comforting just her, I'm sure it's nothing." Cheryl tries to get her wife's uneasiness under control.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Kimberley sighs, irritated.

"Who is everyone?" The Geordie frowns, reaching over and taking her wife's hand into her own.

"I spoke to your Mam—"

"What has she said?" Cheryl asks, "She's a woman of little words, probably not much."

This gets a giggle from Kimberley.

"She said that I was thinking too much into it." She shrugs, looking at their interlocked fingers.

"Do you want us to talk to her?" Cheryl asks, shuffling closer to the blonde, draping her leg atop of Kimberley's.

"What would you even ask her?"

"Just ask her what's going on—"

"No." Kimberley shakes her head, "I – don't get mad yeah?"

"What're you up to?"

"I'm going to just follow her—"

"Kimberley no."

"Cheryl." Her wife speaks seriously, "I need to do this."

"Fine. At least you'll know now that nothing is going on between those two."

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The following morning comes quickly; everyone was out of bed and making breakfast together.

"Happy Eve!" Madison skips into the kitchen, greeting her grandparents along with her aunties, uncles and cousins. "Where are Mam and Mum—"

"Probably at it like rabbits again." Joan sniggers, "couldn't bloody sleep until three in the morning—"

"So they're still not up?" Madison rolls her eyes, "Too much detail Nan." She sighs, walking around the breakfast table and grabbing whatever caught her eye.

"Come sit here Mad." Adam pats the empty seat beside him.

It takes her by surprise as they didn't really have much of a connection, but nonetheless she makes herself a plate and sits beside him.

"Did you have a good sleep?" He asks, the loud chatter around them is muted as they speak softly to one another.

"Mhm." She nods, taking another bite of her toast. "You?"

"Sure did. I always did love this home.. I'm glad to have a niece that's a little older than those devils." He nods his head to her cousins, earning him a giggle from Madison.

"They're not so bad." She giggles, shyly.

"I guess," he smirks, sipping his coffee. "You look a lot like Cheryl."

"Really?" She pouts, "I got my Dad's eyes and nose and lips."

"Nah," He shakes his head. "Probably the eyes, but you've got everything else from Cheryl – Ah look you've even got the bloody dimples." He chuckles, "You're my favorite, don't tell anyone that." He whispers, laughing along with her.

They chat for a short few minutes before Cheryl and Kimberley come strolling through the kitchen, both wearing sparkling smiles.

"Well it's nice to see youse both found the kitchen." Joan comments, "Sit down and I'll fix youse a plate."

Kimberley looks over to her daughter, smiling. "Why don't you come over here?" She beckons her over.

"I've already got me plate here." Madison rambles, her Geordie slipping into the sentence.

"Eh would ya look at that," Garry smiles, "We've got ourselves a Geordie on the table." The Tweedy family laughs, including Cheryl.

"That's me baby." She gives her daughter a wink.

The family falls into light chatter, Madison's attention given to the eggs and bacon in her plate, she was unsure why but her heart couldn't sit still.

Deep breaths.

"You lot ready for Christmas then?" Joan takes the attention, giving the teen a moment to breathe. She didn't want the attention on her at the moment; she was trying to get her breathing together.

Kimberley never tears her eyes away from her daughter, she so desperately wanted to take her in her arms, protect her from this dark and terrible world.

Soon enough, they begin to clear the breakfast table, although Madison doesn't move an inch.

Cheryl smiles, noticing her daughters dazed expression for the first time.

The Tweedy and Walsh family disappear into the front room, laughing loudly as they exit the kitchen.

"You alright?" Cheryl walks over to her daughter, drying her hands. "You've been in your own world all morning—"

"Hm?" Madison comes back to reality, acknowledging the empty table. "Where'd everyone go?" She abruptly stands to her feet, ready to walkaway.

Cheryl grabs a hold of her daughter, gently. "Not so fast." She lightly laughs, "I want to talk to you, come here."

She nods, having no problem talking to her Mam; glad Kimberley was with the rest of her loud family.

Cheryl wraps an arm around her daughter, walking with her through the endless corridors of their mansion.

"What's up?" The Geordie asks, her voice sweet and mellow. "You gonna talk to us?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Madison asks, playing dumb.

"Oh you know." Cheryl chuckles, "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

"I'm not really hungry—"

"I was being an arse head. Talk to us, what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"

Madison shrugs, "Remember when you hated me?"

"I never hated you." Cheryl gasps, soon giggling. "You were a right little cheeky arse, I'll have you know. I wanted to beat you and cuddle you all at once."

They share a laugh.

Madison sighs; arm growing tighter around her mother's waist.

"You know you're worrying your Mum, do you know that baby?"

"Why?" They stop in the middle of the hallway, Madison's expression adorable as ever.

"What's going on with you?" Cheryl always speaks softly to her daughter.

"Nothing." Madison quickly replies, instantly getting the Geordie's suspicious side to trigger.

"Come on, let's have a sit down in here." Cheryl guides them into a private sitting area, taking a seat and pulling her daughter down to her lap.

They sit in silence for a few minutes before the Geordie speaks up again, fingers running through her daughters long chocolate locks.

"Now you're worrying us." She smiles softly, reclining back into the plush sofa, taking the teen along with her. "You know, I'm not just your Mam, I'm your best friend too."

"Mam, honestly, everything is fine."

"Promise us now, swear on me life—"

"Oh my god!" Madison gasps, "I'm not doing that."

"Then you better start talking." Cheryl raises an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Why do you always assume something is wrong?" Madison frowns, eyes shifting down to her mother's necklace, mindlessly playing with it. "I'm fine. I'm happy." She shrugs.

"You don't seem it, baby, hey." Cheryl rests a hand to her daughter's cheek, getting their eyes to meet. "I can see the trouble in your eyes."

"You know I was never a good teen." She giggles, "I've always been trouble."

"Oh yeah? What have you been up to?"

"Mam," Madison groans, falling into her mother's embrace. "Nothing." She huffs, nestling against Cheryl's chest.

The Geordie bites her tongue, not wanting to push her daughter any further.

"Okay baby, only if you're sure." Cheryl smiles, kissing the top of Madison's head, she keeps her daughter close, craving her scent.

"Mhm." Madison sighs, contently. "What'd you get me for Christmas?"

"Coal."

Madison giggles, "Silly."

"That's you for thinking I got you pressies." Cheryl pats her daughters backside, "Up you get, let's go back before they start wandering our house and dirtying this side – that's the last thing I need."

Madison laughs, "Have you always been a clean freak?" She asks, walking out hand-in-hand with her Mother.

"Yes," Cheryl nods, smiling. "Your Mum threatened to divorce us once because of it."

Madison giggles.

"And we weren't even married then."

The teens giggles never settle, she loved her Mam, even when they weren't on the best of terms. Life was great for her at the moment, parents and family who loved her dearly.. And Rita, who couldn't seem to get enough of her.

She was afraid what tomorrow held, but she was sure her parents would still be here, loving her.. or were they?