Author's POV

"It was nice knowin yas!" Madison howls in laughter in the backseat as they drive her home that late night, she couldn't stop laughing, knowing her arse was about to be kicked.

Brian and Travis share a look. "She's terrible when she's drunk." Brian whispers, laughing at the mess in the backseat.

"Shh." Madison hushes, noticing they had stopped in front of her gated home. "They'll h-hear us!" She says, not knowing she was actually screaming.

"Alright, bud. I'll help you out—"

"No – No!" She stumbles out of the Jeep, "I-I I got it fr-from here." She sways.

Brian tuts, ready to climb out but Madison objects once more. "I said no. M'fine." She stands up straight, trying to sober herself up.

Travis objects, as does Madison. "My p-parents will kill yous."

The boys sigh, giving in.

"You'll be alright to walk on your own?" Travis asks, concerned.

"Y-Yeah I'm safe." She giggles, staggering towards the towering gates, successfully. "Bye!" She waves them off, stumbling through the side gate door, singing as she walks, stumbles and trips a few times to the mansion ahead. "It's a beeeautiful lifeeeeeee." She sings loudly, her voice echoing in the night. "How do youuuu think I feeeeel when you call my name!!" She breaks out into an awkward dance shuffle, her Mam's song seemed to be playing on her mind. "Aye Aye." She cheers herself on, soon laughing.

Later than sooner, she finally makes it to the grand stairs that led to their mansion double doors, "So, many, stairs." She whines, crawling up the stairs, resting at the top once she'd made it to the doors. She huffs, leaning her back against it.

The doors open, resulting to her falling back into the entrance.

"Are you drunk?" Cheryl looks at her daughter with wide eyes.

"N-No." Madison burps, soon giggling. "What are you doing up there?" She asks, lying on the floor and looking up at her Mam.

Cheryl grits her teeth, "I have been worried sick about you and you come home in this fcuking state?!" She grasps a hold of the teen and drags her into the house. "I'm so upset with you right now."

Madison remains lying on the floor, pouting.

"I told you not to go and what do you do? You break me word and don't even have the audacity to tell us you're leaving."

Madison smiles, yawning. "I'm tired," she yawns once more, curling up on the floor into a ball.

"Get up." Cheryl forces herself not to given in, no matter how adorable her daughter was right now. She was upset and furious, but she was once a teen and she was sure to be worse than her daughter ever will be.

"Carry me." Madison grumbles, eyes closed, ready for sleep to take over in the middle of their grand entrance.

"I'm not carrying you." Cheryl walks away, going up the first few steps of the staircase leading to the second floor. She looks back, Madison sleeping on the floor.

She groans, coming back down and crouching down to carry her daughter, "If you move I'll drop you." She huffs, scooping her daughter up and carrying her up to her bedroom.

"Um... You're annoying." Madison says with a smile, her hand cupping the side of her Mam's face.

"Um... You're grounded."

"Um... I know." She grins, "I h-had a lot of f-fun." The Teen hums, lying on the bed, allowing her Mam to discard her clothes. Cheryl making sure to go into the enesuite and grab some makeup wipes to remove her daughter's makeup.

"You're a g-good Mam." Madison says dreamily, the feel of the makeup wipe refreshing her.

"You don't act like I am at times."

"Hm." Madison yawns, "Because you're a-annoying."

Cheryl giggles, finding this all too humorous.

"Want to-to have a sle-sleep over?" The Teen asks, holding onto her Mam's hand.

Cheryl smiles, "Alright, shuffle in then." She peels the duvet and waits for her daughter to get in before she slips beside her. Madison clings to her mother, half lying atop of Cheryl whilst she cuddles against her chest, arms holding on tightly.

"So, you're just like your Mam when you get drunk, eh?"

"Hm?"

"You cling like a fcuking magnet."

Madison giggles, "Am-Am I in tr-trouble?"

"Yes."

Madison pouts, looking up at her Mam, glossy dazed green eyes. "But I'm cute."

Cheryl rolls her eyes, suppressing a smirk. "Go to sleep."

"Hold me t-tighter." Madison whines, grasping onto her Mam for dear life.

Cheryl smiles, holding her daughter closer, inhaling the sweet natural scent that was Madison. She looks over to the clock on the bedside table, reading 5:30 AM... Madison was definitely in trouble.

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Cheryl squints to the harsh sunlight the following morning, the sound of her daughter hurling out last night's activities startles her awake, she scrambles to her feet and rushes to the ensuite where Madison crouches in front of the toilet, throwing up.

"Hey, hey." Cheryl speaks softly, settling behind her daughter and holding the Teen's hair. "That's it babe, you'll feel better after." She gently strokes Madison's back as she continues to throw up.

"Ah!" Madison cries, throwing up some more, tears skidding down her cheeks with bloodshot eyes. She falls back into her mother's arm, whining in agony, shooting pain growing endlessly as her hangover has officially kicked in. "I'm dying." She cries, unable to move.

Cheryl smirks, "Had fun last night?"

"Noooo." Madison cries.

Cheryl aids her daughter to her feet, flushing the mess Madison had created in the toilet bowl. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

"My eyes are burning." The Teen complains, allowing her Mam to tie her hair up.

"Wash your face and brush your teeth, come on."

Madison whimpers, doing as her Mam had said.

"I can feel my ears throbbing." She whines some more.

"That's what happens when you drink." Cheryl leans against the counter, simply smiling at her daughter, although she was still very much upset with her.

"You think I can have a free pass today?"

"No."

"But I'm ill."

"You did that to yourself." Cheryl puts her hands up. "Come on, go down and get yourself some pain killers and a bottle of water."

"But I'm ill." Madison complains.

"Not me problem." Cheryl was forcing herself not to baby her daughter, she was upset with her, she wasn't going to allow her walls to break that easily.

Madison whimpers, walking sluggishly out of the bedroom and hanging on to the railing as she cautiously climbs down the stairs. One hand clutching the railing, the other clutching her head, eyes watering from the harsh light in the Mansion.

"I'm dying." She says repeatedly, just about making it into the kitchen.

Cheryl simply follows her daughter, keeping quiet.

"Where are the pain killers?" she asks, looking through the cabinets.

"First drawer by the fridge."

"How many do I take?" she asks, pouring a handful into her hand.

"Not that much!" Cheryl quickly goes over to her daughter, snatching the bottle and pills out of her hand. "Two."

"Okay, okay, don't yell." Madison sighs, whimpering, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle. "I'm dying." She repeats, shuffling out of the kitchen, eyes half opened with a raging headache that wasn't going anywhere.

"I told you not to go to that party." Cheryl makes sure to say.

"I knew you were just itching to say that." Madison huffs, gently laying down on the sofa, her Mam still stood, hovering over her.

"This is a result of not listening to us."

Madison remains quiet, not having the time or energy to argue with her stubborn Mam. She closes her eyes as Cheryl continues her rant.

"Wait until your Mum wakes up." Cheryl sighs, walking out as she finishes the last of her words.

"Finally." Madison groans, putting the pillow to her face, shielding herself from the morning light.

Cheryl huffs, climbing into her bed where Kimberley remains asleep. "Kimba." She gives her a gentle shake. "Babe?"

"Mm?"

"Wakeup."

"I am awake." Kimberley croaks, eyes still shut.

"Madison came home at 5:30 in the morning." She begins, "Pissed out of her damn mind."

Kimberley's eyes flutter opened, "Oh?"

"I waited until the fcuking sun came out."

Kimberley remains silent, "Where is she now?"

"Downstairs lying on the bloody sofa."

"Did you give her some pain killers?"

"Yeah- Why are you taking this so lightly?"

"I'm not interfering until she apologizes." She says end of, sticking to her words.

"You can't be serious right now. Go tell her off!"

Kimberley smirks, reaching out and pulling her wife down into her arms. "Hm. You're cold let me warm you up." She smiles sleepily, cuddling her wife.

"I'm being serious here." Cheryl huffs, squirming from her wife's tight hold.

"Me too."

Cheryl groans, melting into her wife's arms eventually.

Kimberley lazily kisses Cheryl's forehead, loving nothing more than holding her wife.

"She's in trouble." Cheryl says.

"Yeah, I know."

"Why are you taking this so lightly?"

"Because I'm not talking to her so I don't have to worry about it."

"Okay but if something had happened to—"

"Nothing terribly wrong happened to her, right?"

Cheryl sighs, giving up. "Fine, you're right."

"I miss just lying in bed with you for hours." Kimberley comments, holding her wife closer. "I miss a lot of things."

Cheryl frowns, "It's not like we don't have any of the good stuff we had before..."

"Things are different now."

Cheryl unravels their cuddle and sits up, "What? You don't like the fact we have a daughter now?"

"I didn't say that—"

"Well, yeah you just did." Cheryl scoffs, climbing out of bed, but is stopped as her wife grabs her hand just before.

"Don't start something out of nothing."

Cheryl snatches her hand back, "I have to get dressed."

"Fcuks sake." Kimberley huffs, she too climbing out of bed and following her upset wife. "You can't be serious right now—"

"You're fcuking ungrateful." Cheryl scoffs, washing her face and burshing her teeth in a viguros manner.

Kimberley waits for her wife to be finished, growing annoyed. "I didn't say that I didn't like us having a daughter." She says straightaway, "You made that up all on your own." She follows her around the room, soon going to the walk-in-closet.

"You didn't have to say it," Cheryl grits. "If she's such a burden to you then don't bother, I can take care of her all on me own—"

"Oh, will you shut up!" Kimberley snaps, "Stop it! That's not what I said!" She curls her fists, suppressing her anger. "I was simply saying that things are different now and I miss us just having lazy days without the responsibilities! If you want to fight, then go fight with someone else! You're upset with our daughter and you're taking it out on me!" She walks away, "Fcuk this sh*t!"

Cheryl sighs, glad her wife left her alone. She was always terrified of being the woman with the child and her partner disliking the change in the relationship.

She knew Kimberley wasn't like that, but it was always an insecurity.

Kimberley decides to make her morning coffee, hoping it would calm her down. She hated fighting with Cheryl and over something that was so unnecessary. She makes her cup and decides to sit outside, the spring has finally made its way back to London and she was grateful.

She notices her daughter sleeping beneath the mounted pillows on the sofa, but of course, she ignores her and steps out into their everlasting garden.

Cheryl takes her time getting dressed that morning, once she was finally done she returns to the front room and tiptoes over to the Teen, crouching down to her level and lifting the pillow straight off her face.

"Sweets." She whispers, stroking her daughter's face until her eyes squinted.

"What the fcuk is that?" She groans, closing her eyes straightaway. "Oh my god, I'm dying, I'm really really dying." She croaks, moaning.

"I told you so."

"Not now." Madison huffs, covering her eyes.

"So... Do you not want to come with us then?"

"Do I look like I'm in the right state?"

"No... But I'd like for you to come, please?" Cheryl didn't want to leave her daughter with her wife, not after their fight. "I'll buy you a nice cup of coffee? It'll help with your hangover."

"I don't feel like talking to those girls."

"Please, babe?" Madison could hear the plead in her Mam's voice, she slowly opens her eyes again.

"You okay?" It wasn't too long ago that Madison had a hard time simply asking if Cheryl was okay, or how she was doing... everything was different now.

Cheryl shakes her head, honestly.

Madison forces herself up, groaning. "Alright, I'll come." She allows her Mam to help her to her feet, back up the grand stair case and into her room. "You wanna talk about it?" She asks, getting dressed in a sluggish manner.

Cheryl shakes her head, suppressing her tears.

Madison nods, wincing to her raging headache.

"I'll get you a coffee on our way, yeah?"

Madison hasn't witnessed her Mam in such a vulnerable light, it broke her heart. Here she was supposed to be getting in massive trouble for her behavior, but instead, she's being there for her Mam like no other.

"The drinking part was fun," Madison giggles, changing the subject. "But... The after part... yeah."

Cheryl smiles, "I'm still very upset you went to the party and came home pissed out of your mind."

"Have you never gone out drinking when you were younger?"

Cheryl rolls her eyes, "I was brought up differently, sweets. Me Mam let us do what we wanted. I was practically drinking at the age of twelve."

"That's terrible parenting." Madison smirks. "By the way," She gets her Mother's attention. "I think you're an amazing Mam, even if I'm too much to handle at times. You're doing pretty good."

Cheryl smiles, tears in her eyes, she walks over to her daughter and gives her a gentle cuddle. "I love you."

"I love you too." Madison's eyes flutter shut, the scent of her Mother eases her instantly.

"Come on, we best go now, I don't want the girls waiting too long on us."

Madison nods, swiftly tying her hair up into a messy bun and following her Mam out. She opted for something comfortable, a matching tracksuit and sneakers. 

"Hey Mam?" Madison stays close behind, "Is Mum upset with me?"

"Why do you say that?" Cheryl asks, holding the door opened for her daughter as they walk out of the house that late morning.

"Because she's not talking to me." Madison laughs dryly.

"She wants an apology from you."

"For what?" Madison frowns, climbing into her Mam's Bentley, finally being able to drive it after the cold winter had turned into spring. 

"Because you're apparently rude to her and don't give her any respect—"

Madison scoffs, "We always have banter. Why is she getting sensitive all of a sudden?" She scowls, annoyed.

Cheryl shrugs, "I don't know, babe." She sighs, driving to the nearest Starbucks. "What do you want to drink?"

"I don't know, I don't really drink coffee." The Teen shrugs.

Cheryl smirks, "Too young for coffee and too bloody young to be drinking either. I should be locking you up in your room right now for last night."

Madison pouts, "You vove me too much."

"You wish." Cheryl exits the car, leaving it on until she returned.

Madison remains smiling, although saddened for her Mam. She could tell her mind wasn't all there. She hoped she could make her Mam feel better, she didn't like seeing her upset.

Chery returns with two cups in her hands, blindly handing it over to the teen as she climbs back into the car.

"Wow," Madison looks around. "Not a camera man in sight."

They share a giggle, "They can fcuk off and them fans in there too, I'm just getting coffee for fuck sake."

Madison giggles, cautiously drinking the latte her Mam bought her. "This is nice." She hums.

"Don't get used to it." Cheryl comments, drinking her own latte.

"Why?"

"Because coffee isn't good for you."

Madison smirks, "A lot of things aren't good for us but we still do it."

Cheryl rolls her eyes, "It's too early for you to use google quotes right now."

"Hey!" Madison frowns, "What are you trying to say? I made that up all on my own I'll have you know."

"Alright, don't go sensitive on us now."

The Teen sulks in her seat, sipping her hot drink cautiously.

"You feeling better?" Cheryl asks, sometime after.

"Meh."

"Promise us you're not going to do that again."

"What?"

"What you did last night."

Madison huffs, "Why is it such a crime to have fun?"

"You can have fun responsibly, Madison." Cheryl turns serious, "Something could have happened to you and neither your Mum or us were there to get you out of a situation."

"Nothing even happened." The Teen sighs, "Travis and Brian did well and they brought me home safely."

"Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall sometimes."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean??"

"It means that you only listen to hear you don't listen to fcuking understand what I'm trying to tell you!" Cheryl grows frustrated, smacking her wheel. "What if one of them boys had touched you?"

"Mam oh my god!" Madison groans, "Not everyone is out to have sex!"

"You don't know that. You can't trust everyone, Madison." Cheryl sighs, looking at her daughter a she stops at a red light. "You're me daughter—"

"Oh god here we go again—"

"Shut up and listen."

Madison huffs, staying quiet.

"You're me daughter, meaning people will do all sorts of crazy stuff to be your friend, get pictures of you, do some horrible stuff to you just to sell it to the papers! You're not understanding that at all. People will do anything for a story and I will not have it done on me daughters behalf." Cheryl says seriously.

"Oh." Madison slumps in her seat, "Well how am I supposed to know that?"

"Because you're an idiot who doesn't think sometimes."

"I do think very much actually."

Cheryl smirks, hating how Madison could so easily get her to crack. "Shut up."

Madison smirks too, settling in her seat. "I understand now, I'm sorry."

"That's better." Just in time for them to arrive, Cheryl pulls the sports car into the underground parking, finding the nearest spot to the elevators.

"Do you think people recognize me as your daughter?" Madison randomly asks as they make their way over to the elevators.

"I hope not."

"Now that I think about it," The Teen shrugs. "I hope not too, no offense of course, but I'd like to be left alone from time-to-time."

Cheryl chuckles, "No offense to you too but I'd like to be left alone all the time." She sticks her tongue out, earning a giggle from her daughter.

They make their way to the meeting, with Madison growing anxious with each step they get to the girls sat in the conference room, giggling away.