Author's Note:

Hi Guys! I'm currently working on a Beyoncé fanfic. It's not a Chim fanfic. Something a little different and I hope you all will enjoy it as well. 

Author's POV

Cheryl drives her daughter to school that following morning, Kimberley had gone off to work before the sun had rose, giving her wife and daughter a million kisses before she slipped out the door.

"You look cute today." Cheryl comments, stopping at a red light.

"Thanks." Madison shifts in her seat. "We already have tons of homework to turn in this week." She sighs, "Everyone is so competitive at this school, Mam."

"You're smarter than all them idiots anyways."

"That's not true," Madison argues. "Some kid can do the times table in his head."

"So can you—"

"He knows big numbers." She continues, obviously unaware just how intelligent she truly was.

"Sweets," Cheryl begins. "Everyone has their strong qualities. You might be better in English or Art. Everyone is different."

"I guess." Madison slouches in her seat, clutching her school bag on her lap. "Can we go out tonight?"

"Where would you like to go?" Cheryl asks, reaching over and taking her daughters hand into her own.

"I don't know." Madison sighs, looking out the window, "Maybe we can go for some ice cream or something."

"Whatever you want, babe." Cheryl drives the Bentley to the front of the school, getting majority of the students to stop in their tracks.

"Maybe next time you can drop me off in a different car—"

"Oh don't be silly." They climb out simultaneously. "Come give us a cuddle before you go—"

"Mam stop." Madison huffs, "I'll, I'll give you one at home." She quickly scurries off before her Mam pulled her into a cuddle.

Cheryl smirks, finding her daughter adorable. "What the fcuk are you looking at?" She scares a Teen, getting him to sprint the rest of his way to the door. She chuckles, climbing back into the car and driving herself home.

Madison makes it to her first class, gasping for air.

"Is it track season already?" Ms. Jackie chuckles, "You're early."

Madison takes notice of the empty classroom, "I guess my Mam didn't notice the time." She shrugs, although lying. She didn't want to be the last one into class, the one that gets looked at; as if she'd murdered someone when walking through the door.

"Well, I guess you can help me with a few things. Come on."

Madison smiles, she did like Ms. Jackie, she was young and seemed to enjoy her job.

"Don't let those losers win." Ms. Jackie says randomly, pulling out a few papers from her drawer. "Come sit next to me."

Madison pulls a chair beside her Teachers desk, sitting beside her.

"When I was in high school, the kids didn't like me either." The Teacher goes on, "But, look at me. I've got a career going in this building and outside of these doors too. What do you think they've done for themselves?"

Madison shrugs.

"They're picking each other's arses."

Madison giggles.

"Don't tell anyone I said that." Ms. Jackie winks at her, "They're losers. People like to hate on others just because they're jealous of them, mean, mean people."

"Like the tabloids?" Madison asks, innocently.

"Well, I can't really relate to that, but yes, like the tabloids."

Ms. Jackie begins grading a few papers, allowing Madison to sit beside her and be the critic for each essay they go through. Jackie found a little bit of herself in Madison, growing a soft spot for her.

The bells rings, getting a rush of students walking into the classroom.

Madison instantly grabs her chair and returns to her desk, never making eye contact with anyone. Everyone knew who she was, they knew who her superstar Mam was. They were all jealous in a sense, why her life was so perfect and how they all wanted a little piece of it. Instead of treating her with kindness, their jealously turned into anger, which resulted to bullying.

"Okay class, settle down." Ms. Jackie takes the attention back, "Has everyone done their homework I assigned last week?"

Madison has it ready on her desk, getting a few eye rolls.

Class resumed, the Teen didn't make conversation with anyone, even when the teacher had requested for everyone to split into groups. She would rather work on her own, she didn't trust anyone, nor did she want to.

"Madison," Ms. Jackie takes a seat beside her, "This project is made for a group, you can't do it on your own."

"I don't want to work with anyone here." She says honestly, "Why can't I just do it on my own?"

The teacher sighs, "I'll put you in a good group, okay? There are some nice kids in this class."

Madison sighs, nodding. "Okay fine."

She follows her teacher's steps, leading her to a group of girls sat giggling away.

"Madison will join your group, I want you all to work as a team. Okay?"

The girls nod in unison.

Madison hesitantly takes a seat, all sitting in a circle around the large desk.

"I'm Heather," The girls go around and introduce themselves.

"Hi." Madison smiles, fidgetily putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know the people suck in this class, don't worry." Heather smiles, "We were actually going to ask you to join our group, but figured you wanted to be left alone."

"Thanks," She smiles, "And yeah, this school really does suck."

They all giggle.

"The sooner we finish this work the sooner we can sit and do nothing."

They all agree, getting right into the work. Heather was right, because once they finished their work, the girls were all sat chatting and getting to know each other, whilst the rest of their classmates were doing the work until the period finished.

"Want to walk together to the next class?" Heather asks, already walking along with Madison.

"Are you in my next class?"

Heather giggles, nodding. "Yeah. You don't really talk much, but I get where you're coming from. New school, new people. Which school did you go to before this one?"

"I was homeschooled." Madison had a hard time trusting people, but she really enjoyed Heather and her aura was very calming to her.

"Ah. I bet that was wicked."

"Yeah, it was better than this. I woke up when I wanted and didn't have as much of a work load."

"Are you finding it difficult?"

Madison shakes her head, "Mam helps me when I'm stuck on a few things. Bless her, she really tries. Even if she teaches me it wrong."

Heather giggles, "Wrong? You're not going to pass your classes if she's teaching you the wrong material."

They giggle, "I end up asking Mum when she gets home."

Heather had to think about it for a second, "Oh yes, you have two Mum's."

"Yeah." Madison mentally hoped she wasn't being judged for having same-sex parents.

"My uncle is married to a man, he's my favorite."

Madison sighs with relief, "I don't feel anything is missing with my parents, plus my, my dad is in the picture." She lies. "But I'm much closer and more involved with Mam and Mum, if that makes sense."

"Ah gotchu." Heather smiles, unbothered.

Madison notices the bond growing between them, she also realized that Heather wasn't nosey, she was having a normal conversation between two friends.

This was nice, she'd thought.

The next class period, Madison wasn't sitting alone, this time she was sitting beside her new friend, Heather.

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"Melrose!" Kimberley shouts from the baking room, "Get me the bloody bucket of icing I'm not going to say it again!"

Melrose blasts through the room, dragging a tub of icing along. "I just needed a second," She huffs, setting it down on the table for her boss.

"I can't waste any seconds, there's too many orders and not enough time. Now roll up your sleeves and stop lollygagging."

"Aright. Alright." Melrose gets straight into it.

"What're your thoughts on the new girl?" Kimberley asks.

"She doesn't talk much."

"Well did you try talking to her?"

Melrose shrugs.

"You're just like my daughter, shrugging means no I'm assuming."

"Well, she doesn't talk, and I'm not about to force her. As long as she gets the work done that's all that matters."

Kimberley nods, agreeing. "I want to do something nice for my wife this weekend but can't think of anything."

"You could do a couple's massage?"

"I heard it's not good to have massages when you're this far in your pregnancy—"

"Really?"

"I... I'm reading a few books, shush – what're you laughing at?!"

"Nothing. It's just cute seeing you like this."

Kimberley pulls a face, "Enough with the chatter. Let's finish these up."

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"And we had lunch together. I usually don't go to the canteen." Madison rambles.

Cheryl smiles, continuing her drive and listening about her daughter's day.

"So, she's a good friend, then?"

"I hope so." Madison shrugs, "What'd you do today?" She asks her Mam.

"Let's see," Cheryl thinks aloud, "I had a million and one emails to respond to – did you think about what we talked about the other day?"

"What did we talk about the other day?" Madison asks, obviously never paying attention.

"Vogue contacted us again—"

"Agh, Mam, I don't know." The teen groans, shuffling in her leather seat.

"If you don't want to that's okay, I guess—"

"Why'd you say 'I guess'—"

"What? What did I say wrong now?" They bicker.

"It's the way you said it." Madison sits up, "Why do you want me to do it so bad?"

"Because it's Vogue!"

"Okay? And?"

"And? And? People would kill to be on the cover!"

Madison rolls her eyes, "I'm sure it's not that deep."

"It's deeper than deep—"

"Fine! If it's going to make you happy – then fine!"

"Well, no. Don't do it just for us—""

"Oh god." Madison huffs, "Are we just going to keep going back and forth with this?"

"No, well, I mean." Cheryl huffs, "I don't want you hating us at the end of it."

"Why would I hate you?" Madison pouts, unsure where her mother was going with this.

"You know how crazy some Mam's are, like, they push their kids into doing things they don't really want to do—"

"Mam, relax." Madison giggles, "I think, I think it'll be cool." She finally agrees, "Now, can we go grab some lunch?"

"You hungry?" Cheryl changes her route, and drives to the nearest café.

"Yeah a little."

"Tell us more about your new friend, what's her name?"

_____

"I could really go for a glass of wine right now." Kimberley sighs, relaxing into the sofa after the longest day of her life.

"Babe, just have one." Cheryl rolls her eyes, settling into her wife's side.

"But we said—"

"It's okay, I honestly don't mind at all."

Kimberley bites her lower lip, "okay just one."

Cheryl giggles, never seeing her wife bolt out of the living room and into the kitchen so quickly.

"We've got an alcoholic on our hands." Madison says, sat on the floor doing her homework that night.

"No, she's alright, I feel bad, I know what it's like having a glass of wine after a long day." Cheryl's mouth waters.

"Take a deep breath you might have an orgasm— OW!" Cheryl launches a pillow at her daughter. "Watch it!"

"You first, smart arse!"

Kimberley returns with a glass of wine, giddy and excited. Gently, she takes her seat again beside Cheryl, wrapping on arm around her and the other holding the chilled wine carefully.

"Maddy made a friend today."

"Did she?" Kimberley sips her wine, finally relaxing.

"Mhm." Cheryl picks up her magazine and continues to flip through it as her wife listens to their daughter's rambling.

"Yeah, her names Heather. She's really nice – she likes the same things I do."

"Mm." Kimberley takes another slow sip, "Don't go letting your guard down that easy now."

"What do you mean?"

Cheryl cuts in, "Don't listen to your Mum, if you're getting good vibes from this friend then that's all that matters, I'm happy you made a friend, sweets. Finish your homework so we can watch a film."

Madison shrugs, and zones out her parents as she finishes the last of her work.

"Don't tell her that kind of rubbish." Cheryl whispers to her wife.

"What did I say so wrong? I don't want people using our daughter."

"Yeah but you also don't want her to have trust issues."

Kimberley shrugs, slightly agreeing. "Fine. Only because this glass is so damn good."

"What's it taste like?" Chery licks her lips, and pays close attention to her wife.

"Why don't you kiss me and you'll find out."

Cheryl smirks, kissing her wife, deeply. Both sat on the sofa making out like a bunch of teenagers with their tongues down each other's throats. Cheryl runs her fingers through her wife's short hair earning a moan from the blonde, Kimberley blindly sets her glass down on the side coffee table, grabbing a hold of her wife's backside instead, pulling her closer into her.

Madison wordlessly collects her work and tiptoes out of the front room, giving her parents the privacy they desired. She decides to finish her homework in her parents shared office, out and away.

Kimberley notices her daughters exit, pulling her wife over her lap, earning a squeal from Cheryl.

"Babe, Mad—"

"She left, kiss me." She grasps Cheryl's arse, pulling her in closer, both getting comfortable in this straddled position. She pulls up Cheryl's white t-shirt, but not completely over her head, just enough for her to give Cheryl's sore nipples some attention.

"Uh-Fcuk. Baby, gentle please." She winces, although it felt so god damn good.

Kimberley flicks her tongue back and forth, playing with the erect nipples as she sneaks a look at her aroused wife; eyes closed, lower lip clasped between her teeth. Her hand now traveling to the leggings, Cheryl's oversized stomach making it bit difficult to access, but she manages and slips her fingers right over her wife's wet clit.

"Oh fcuk!" Cheryl yelps, melting to her wife's touch. She grinds in rhythm, desperate to come, soaking through her leggings. Hands wrapping around Kimberley's neck.

Kimberley submerges her face between her wife's breasts, picking up the pace.

"I-I'm close – fcuk." It didn't take her long, the hormones making her extra sensitive than usual. It was all fun for Kimberley, the experience of watching her wife come multiple times with just a single stroke.

Cheryl comes.

Again.

And again.

Liquifying into her wife's arms. Breathless and panting, but all while wearing a smile of pleasure.

They giggle, Cheryl finally making eye contact with her wife, the euphoria had taken her away to another dimension.

"Good wine?"

Cheryl giggle, "Amazing wine."