-Author's POV-

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Tears skid freely down their cheeks.

It was a mirrored image of the heartbreaking couple.

"P-Promise us." Cheryl cries, "P-Promise you'll never leave us?"

It was a blissful night that turned into open wounds, and there they sat; holding each other in the back garden.

"You have to t-to promise!" Cheryl sobs out in horror.

Kimberley gulps, the words are unable to be sounded with the lump stubbornly rising in her tight throat.

"Baby p-please" the Geordie speaks weakly, "Please promise." She sniffs.

The tears had no stop.

With a gentle touch, Kimberley places her hand to a hysteric Cheryl's damp cheek.

Their teary eyes meet.

"I will never leave you," She speaks in a trembling tone, "You-You promise me."

Cheryl smiles tearfully, "I'll never leave you."

~~~~~

Kimberley blinks the memory away; she comes back to reality with Madison tugging her hand fiercely.

"Come on!" The teen giggles and drags the married couple into Alfie's Antique Market. "You're going to love it, they've got everything, absolutely everything-"

"Babe wait," Cheryl laughs lightly and stops Madison from walking any further. "Let me take that off for you." The Geordie tenderly holds the teens hand in her own and removes the red plaster.

"Ouch!" Madison winces

"I'm sorry," Cheryl cringes; Madison gulps as the Geordie places a kiss where the plaster once rested.

"There we go," She smiles a the silent teen, "If you have it on any longer it'll be brutal to get off."

Kimberley smiles at her wife's motherly nature.

"Thanks," Madison whispers.

"Now show us what this place you're raving on about-"

"It's the best ever!" The teen squeals and continues her earlier route. "Come on!" She giggles and forces the couple into the antique shop.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Madison gasps with admiration, "Look at all of the stuff I just want to buy and hide them away in my room-"

"Let's not go crazy-"

"I'll try.." The teen releases their hands and wanders off, leaving the couple alone.

"Odd one she is," Kimberley consciously speaks with a smile.

Cheryl remains expressionless.

"Do you.. Want to buy something for the house?" The Geordie walks away just as the question leaves Kimberley's lips.

It leaves the blonde broken.

The tears are begging to erupt, but she controls every emotion bubbling deep within her.

The two women wander around, along with Madison who seemed to be like a child in a candy shop. Her eyes beamed along with her smile, they sparkle and shine as she touches anything and everything she possibly could.

"Oh my god." She whispers through a gasp, the armchair she once fell in love with still remains in its place.

She settles into the chair and sighs contently.

"So perfect." She moans.

Her blissful moment is ruined with the store manager; the same man that once kicked her out of the shop.

"Haven't I told you not to come around here little girl?" She frowns and timidly stands to her feet.

His words take the teen by surprise.

"I suggest you see yourself out of here before I get the cops involved this time-"

"You don't have the right to speak to me that way! I'm a customer just like everyone else-" He grasps her pained elbow, resulting to Madison to yelp out in pain.

"Don't touch me!"

Kimberley and Cheryl hurry to the teen from either end of the shop.

"I suggest you get your hands off her!" The blonde grits her teeth and yanks the mans hand away from the teary teen.

She takes Madison into her arms and shields her from harm.

No one has ever stood up for me.

"I.. Ma'am this child has been in here innumerable amounts of times-"

"She's done absolutely nothing wrong!" Cheryl hisses, "I want to speak with your manager-"

"I-I am the manager." The flustered man is taken back by the pop-star shouting at him.

"I don't know what fcuking system you're running around here, but I suggest you get your fcuking sh*t in order," Cheryl scowls and takes a look around the nosy workers. "All of you!" She snaps at the rest.

"Ma'am-"

"We will continue our shopping," She informs him, "Not because I want to be in here right now, but because the child you speak so repulsively about loves it in here." With a deep breath, Cheryl turns to look at the terrified teen. "Are you okay?"

Madison nods and turns away from the gawking man still standing in front of them.

"What are you still doing standing here?!" Cheryl startles him. "Get out!" He quickly scurries off to her demanding words.

"C'mere babe," Madison falls into the Geordie's opened arms, "Not so cheeky are we?" She gets a giggle from the teen.

"He just took me by surprise is all." She whispers.

Kimberley frowns at the sight, she's seen Madison in many vulnerable states, but right now she reminded her of a terrified child.

My Madison.

She falls deeper for the teen's innocence.

"What chair were you looking at just now?" Kimberley asks sweetly, "And what's he on about kicking you out before?"

Cheryl holds the teen into her side and walks them over to the teal blue armchair Madison once occupied.

"He didn't believe me once," She shrugs, "I wanted to buy the chair but he had me leave.." She whispers sadly.

"Is this it?" The blonde asks, she smiles, her hand strokes the suede material.

"Mhm," Madison bites her lower lip.

Kimberley gives her wife a glance; she makes sure to get their eyes to lock.

They speak without any words.

"Alright then," The blonde smiles at the teen, "I don't think it's for sale though-"

"It is," Madison cuts in and glances at the front desk, just in time for Kimberley to put the SOLD sign to the back of the chair, "I saw that guy over there," The teen still keeps her eyes searching out for the man she'd witnessed fussing over the chair.

"Ah," The teen huffs, "I don't know where he went, but I saw him put the price tag on it." She squints closely at the SOLD sticker pocking from the side.

"Or not," She sulks, "I think someone bought it and he was putting that sign." Madison pouts sadly.

"It's alright," Kimberley laughs lightly, "Maybe we can find one similar?-"

"No it's fine," The teen sighs, "Can we get that ice cream now?" She asks hopefully.

"Course," Cheryl gives one last squeeze and releases her. "I think I saw something I liked, why don't you's go ahead and I'll meet up-"

"No we'll all go together-"

"Madison," Kimberley gets the teen's attention, "Let Cheryl buy what she likes, we'll get those ice creams by the time she's done."

"Fine," Madison sighs and allows Kimberley to take her hand and walk them to the ice cream parlor across the street.

Cheryl takes a deep breath and beckons the manger over.

"Yes ma'am," He's quick, flustered, and Cheryl suppresses her laughs.

"I want to buy this chair, and I want it delivered to me house by tomorrow-"

"We don't have a delivering option ma'am-"

"Make it an option," She narrows her eyes at him, "You've got to make up for that vile behavior you just enacted on me daughter-"

"I apologize ma'am-"

"Your apology means nothing to us, now, get this delivered to me house by tomorrow."

She fishes for her credit card, unknowing of the words she'd just said.

Daughter.

Naïve woman.

"There you go." She thrusts the black card into his hand, and gives the nervous man a rough shove back.

"I'll just need you to sign a few papers, and I'll also need your information-"

"This better be quick."

--

Madison groans and takes another spoonful out of Kimberley's caramel ice cream.

"Where is she?" Another huff escapes her lips, she whines and lays her head against the blonde's extensive shoulders.

"She'll be here," Kimberley smiles at Madison's liking to her wife. "And would you stop eating my ice cream?!" She tuts and moves the bowl away from her reach.

Madison sits up, "Gosh," She sticks her tongue out. "No need to be greedy with your sweets."

Cheryl walks in with an unimpressed expression.

25,000 fcuking thousand pounds for a fcuking chair to sit your arse on!

"Took you long enough!" The teens smile returns, "We didn't order you-"

"I've got a question for you." Cheryl sits breathlessly, "What's an appropriate price for furniture?" She directs her question to the confused teen.

Madison glances at Kimberley with a raised eyebrow.

"Erm.." She clears her throat, "Depends on the furniture-"

"Nothing more than fcuking-"

"Cheryl." Kimberley hisses, "Enough."

"Don't tell us what to do!" Cheryl bites back. "I'm talking to Madison right now, stay out of it."

The teen sinks in her seat from embarrassment.

Chatters sound in the small shop, and it was only then that Cheryl noticed they weren't alone.

She clears her throat, "I'm sorry." She apologizes sincerely.

"S'fine." The teen shifts in her seat, "You should go get your ice cream." She fakes a smile.

"Do you want another?" Cheryl asks, noticing the teens bowl was empty.

"No thanks." She looks away from the apologetic brown orbs.

"I'll be right back.." Cheryl mentally beats herself as she waits in the queue to order her frozen desert.

"I didn't even do anything-"

"Just ignore her, here, have some of my ice cream-"

"Thought you didn't want to share?" The teens giggles return, "You really do love me don't you Kimba?" Madison speaks all whilst devouring the blondes ice cream.

"You know I do-"

"And I do too." They share a smile "Now have some with me," She spoons some ice cream and feeds Kimberley happily.

Cheryl watches her wife interact with the teen so easily.

I always have to fcuk it up one way or another.

"Are you going to the live shows tomorrow?" Madison asks, "I was invited back to watch the contestants-"

"Oh thank fcuk for that!" Kimberley sighs with relief, "I'm going tomorrow are you-"

"Hell no!" The teen shakes her head, "Just because they invited me doesn't mean I'm going-"

"Oh please go." Kimberley pouts, "I'll get you another ice cream." She playfully tickles Madison; earning girly squeals in return.

"Stop it!" The teen screeches, "Y-You'll kill ME OFF!" She shouts, getting Kimberley to still her fingers.

"You've got everyone's attention now!" The blonde tuts.

"That'll teach you!" She huffs and sits back in her seat, "Don't touch the tummy.. Ever!"

"Like that'll stop me." Kimberley scuffs with a smirk.

Cheryl returns with her ice cream, she timidly takes her seat across from Kimberley and Madison.

"So," She starts, "Did you have a good time?" She sincerely asks Madison.

"I guess," The teen shrugs, going back to her awkward behavior. "Hey Kimba?" She averts her attention away from the Geordie.

"Whatever it is," The blonde tuts, "It's a no-"

"Ah!" Madison gasps and swats her arm, "I wasn't going to ask for anything!" She pouts.

"What is it you want - and stop pouting,"

Cheryl tries her best not to frown with sadness.

She grumbles and whines mentally as she eats her ice cream.

"Like I was saying," Madison giggles, getting Cheryl to smile sincerely, "There's this show at night here, where they have random people play instruments out on the street.. Wouldn't it be nice if you played the piano-"

"No." Kimberley shakes her head, "See, I told you it would be a no-"

"Fine." The teen huffs and gives in.

Cheryl speaks up, "We can always go watch them?" She gives Madison a smile.

"Yeah I guess that would be cool.." She whiseprs, "Are you almost done with that?" Madison asks Cheryl.

"Why?" She raises her eyebrow, "You want me ice cream too do you ya?"

Madison giggles, "Just a bit," She boldly takes the spoon out of the geordies hand and eats a spoonful.

"Kimba this is better than yours." She moans with satisfaction.

"Enjoy it," Cheryl smiles, "It's all yours-"

"I just wanted a bit-"

"Your bit is going to turn into the whole thing.. Are you forgetting last night?" Cheryl winks at the teen.

"Last night?" Kimberley asks, but her wife ignores her.

"Eating all me ice cream like you made it-"

"But it was so good." Madison moans with a smile.

"What about last night?" Kimberley asks again.

"Cheryl took me out for some ice cream.. You know when you were out with your friends."

Kimberley's heart breaks at the memory.

"Oh yes of course," She tries her best smile. "How's about we finish from here and get going?"

Madison nods and finishes the rest of the frozen treat.

Kimberley looks at her wife with a sad expression.

Cheryl can feel the blue-greys piercing into her. She chooses not to look at Kimberley, she was still furious with her.

--

The car fills with Madison rambling away.

Typical.

"And then when we'd pick the apples from the tree, my nana would turn them into jam-"

"And what do you do with them?" Cheryl asks the same question again, her smirk is hidden as she keeps her head turned away from the teens eyes.

"You'd eat them obviously!" Madison huffs, "You're not even interested right now-"

"There you go again, putting words into me mouth." Cheryl tuts and finally turns around.

The darkness from the outside world takes over in the blackened Range Rover.

"Sorry?" Madison shrugs with a smirk.

"Alright you cheeky little-"

"NO!" Madison screams out as Cheryl unbuckles her belt and launches herself to the back seat.

"You've asked for this!" She ruthlessly tickles the teen.

Kimberley bites her lower lip, and she so desperately wished it were possible to capture this moment.

"P-Please!" Madison cries out, her laughs were addicting, and Cheryl never wanted to stop hearing the sweet sound.

"Tell us you love us then?!" Cheryl never quits her tortturis tickles.

"Get off!" Madison howls out, "Get off!!" She laughs loudly.

"Say it!"

"KIMBA!" The teen tries to fight the Geordie off, "HELP ME!"

"Tell us you love us and ill stop."

She didn't.

She didn't love her.

She wasn't ready to say those words.

"GET OFF!" With aggression she fights Cheryl off.

"Sorry." The Geordie clears her throat and climbs back into the front seat with a tears forming in her eyes.

She doesn't love us.

"S'fine," She breathes, "Don't like to be tickled is all." Madison covers her uneasiness with a light laugh.

Silence lingers, just in time for Kimberley pull up to the teen's home.

"See you tomorrow sweetheart," The blonde turns around to look at Madison, "Have a goodnight." She decides against telling Madison those tree words, especially not in front of her wife who'd just been rejected those words.

"See you tomorrow," Madison smiles and leans forward, she kisses both women on the cheeks and steps out of the car.

"Goodnight!" She calls out once more as she heads into the house.

Cheryl and Kimberley instantly miss the teen as she disappears behind the large doors.

They sigh in unison.

The drive is filled with silence, and Kimberley needed to fill this awkwardness. She turns the radio on allowing the low tunes to invade their space.

Kimberley doesn't know why she's suddenly scared, maybe it's the thought of losing Cheryl forever.

A mess needed to be fixed.

Her mess.

My Cheryl.

The Geordie occupies herself with her iPhone, Kimberley can't help but glance at her every few seconds.

Who's she talking to right now?

Her jealous mannerism begins to unravel, although she had no right to ask, she couldn't help herself.

"Who're you talking to?" The jealous blonde breaks the silence.

Cheryl keeps her attention to the device in hand.

Kimberley clenches her teeth; hands unknowingly grow tighter to the leather steering wheel as she speeds home.

With aggression she pulls up to the gates and jabs at the key codes.

Her foot presses on the pedal and drives with haste. The wheels crunch and whisk the graveled pebbles hazardously.

Cheryl forces herself not to comment about her wife's driving, she knew she'd pressed the buttons to set the blonde off.

Bloody well deserves it.

Kimberley parks the car, and for the first time, she doesn't open Cheryl's door. She storms into the home, leaving a smirking Geordie behind; the victorious expression was controlled once following the blonde inside.

The front door slams shut, indicating Cheryl had walked in.

Kimberley stands in the kitchen with a beer bottle in her hand, she needed to calm herself down, and with the cool liquid pouring down her throat; she found herself relaxing with each swig.

"Another drink?" Cheryl scuffs, "Haven't you had enough-"

"Didn't realize I married my Mum." Kimberley rolls her eyes and downs the rest of her beer. "I think we need to have a talk." She tosses the bottle into the recycling bin and walks past a scowling Cheryl.

"Yeah," She agrees, "We do need to have a fcuking talk!" She speaks all whilst following the blonde up the stairs.

Kimberley forces herself not to allow the anger take over, but Cheryl knew the right buttons to press.

She knew them all.

"You don't respect us," Cheryl begins with aggression in her tone, "You go out and get wasted-"

"It wasn't my plan to get drunk-"

"You're a fcuking liar!" The Geordie growls, they stand on either ends of the bedroom, both shouting in fury. "You knew damn well what you were going to do that night-"

"You don't know a single fcuking thing-"

"If you're trying to win us over right now, you're doing a terrible job-"

"I'm not trying to do anything," Kimberley cuts her off. "I don't need to win you over. I've already got you -"

Cheryl laughs dryly, "That's where you're wrong."

The blonde gulps.

"You don't have us anymore." That's all it took for Kimberley to walk over to her wife.

"What are you trying to say?" She whispers. "You can't leave me." The words are firm, and they grasp affirmation.

Kimberley gravitates closer to her wife, resulting to Cheryl to step back until she finally came in contact with the grey painted wall.

"You're mine Cheryl," The blonde utters, "Don't you know that?" She holds the sob back firmly.

"You cheated on us." She whispers, her voice trembles with a breaking to her heart. "You.. You kissed her and brought her home."

The tear slips down her cheek.

"I was drunk-"

"I don't give a fcuk what you were," Cheryl breathes deeply, "You still brought her here.. Into our house.. Into our.. This is... I thought you said you'd never bring danger here?" She asks. "You promised to always keep this home safe-"

"I didn't bring a bloody murderer in!" Kimberley grits, "It was a stupid mistake.. You know I only love you." The blue-greys mirror Cheryl's tears.

"Don't touch us," She stops Kimberley from laying a hand on her, "Just.. Get away." Cheryl cries. "I can't stand the sight of you right now." A sob escapes her throat.

"Baby-"

"Don't call us that!" She snaps, "You don't get to call us that anymore-"

"Anymore?" Kimberley winces to the harsh words, "I'm your wife.. You're my world.. You.. You are my soul mate-"

"Soul mates don't cheat-"

"Baby-"

"STOP!" Cheryl cries, "Just stop!" She slides down the wall and balls up on the floor in floods of tears.

Kimberley lowers down to her vulnerable wife, she doesn't dare to touch her, she'd been warned.

"Tell me," The blonde begs, "Tell me how to fix this-"

"It's unfixable," Cheryl whimpers, "You ruined everything."

Kimberley lets the cries be known; every sob that was held back is sounded.

"You can't-can't end this!" She shouts in cries, "You're MINE!" Her howling words break Cheryl further.

"Nobody can have you!" The Geordie's earlier commands are thrown out the window; Kimberley forces her wife into a hug.

"You can't leave me." She holds her close, her lips work against the exposed skin.

Anywhere they could touch, they were touching.

Cheryl allows it.

"Mine." She repeats her cries, her lips still working fiercely.

"Kimberley," Cheryl whispers weakly, "Please let go." She breathes.

"Tell me I'm you-yours." The blonde pleads, "Tell me I-I'm yours." She repeats.

Cheryl looks into the broken blue-greys, the once twinkling sparkles were nowhere in sight.

The tears escape rapidly and pour from Kimberley's eyes, the brown orbs flutter shut, as she's unable to look at her broken wife.

"Tell me please." She begs, "Because you're mine."

With gentle hands, Cheryl removes the tight grasp Kimberley currently had on on either ends of her face.

She sits up; Kimberley is quick to mirror her.

"I need space," Cheryl whispers, but never looks at her wife. "I need you to leave us alone for a bit-"

"I'm not leaving you." Kimberley speaks determinedly, "I married you forever. You're mine forever."

Cheryl covers her face as she whimpers in cries.

"Please." She pleads, "I need space."

"You don't get space," Kimberley laughs with a cry, "You.. Remember.. You said I lost all that when I married you.. Huh? That's what you said." She resounds her wife's words.

"Please." She repeats, "Just.. Leave us alone and go stay in the pool house for awhle."

Kimberley decides against arguing, she was glad to hear Cheryl wasn't throwing her out.

"I'll still be here," She sniffs, "I don't care how long you need this space.. I'm never leaving you." With those words said, she shakily stands to her feet and looks at her vulnerable wife for a few seconds before walking out of the bedroom; leaving Cheryl to shatter her heart further.

--

Cliché rain pours down that night, it pitter-patters against the large windows surrounding Kimberley's room.

She sighs and rolls over.

The window comes into view, with each raindrop streaking down; a tear escapes.

I've fcuked everything up.

With another sigh, she allows the past to invade her line of vision.

~~~~~

They glance at each other with beaming smiles.

A giggle sounds from Cheryl's lips, melting the blonde's heart into a pool of reds and pinks of fluttering desires.

"What are you laughing at?" She asks with a giggle, "You're always laughing about something."

Cheryl shrugs, a smile still adoring her lips. "I'm just happy." She finishes with a giggle.

The blonde looks around the restaurant before meeting her friend's brown eyes once again.

"So tell us Kimba," Cheryl gets their eyes to lock intensely, "What's this news you're on about? What's so important you couldn't tell us over the phone?" She raises her eyebrow and takes a sip from the expensive wine.

"I don't know how to tell you," Kimberley speaks in a low whisper. "Maybe we could talk after we leave-"

"You're scaring us babe," Cheryl reaches across the table and rests her hand atop of the blondes.

No don't touch me. Kimberley mentally whines.

"I just," She pulls her hand away, resulting to a frowning Cheryl.

"Have I done something wrong?" Her voice trembles, the memory of telling Kimberley those three words hit home. "Kimba?"

"You're going to hate me." Kimberley closes her eyes and looks away from Cheryl's intense stare. "I'm going to ruin everything." She swallows the lump in her throat.

"Where are you going?" Cheryl stands to her feet as Kimberley rushes out of the candle lit restaurant.

The Geordie is quick to pay and run after the distraught blonde.

"Kimberley!" She shouts; her feet rush to catch up. "Wait!"

Kimberley stops in her tracks, allowing Cheryl to reach her breathlessly.

"W-What's gotten into you?" She pants, "Where are you-you going!?" Cheryl huffs.

"I'm sorry." Kimberley whispers meekly, "I'm so sorry." She releases her cries.

Cheryl frowns and takes her best friend into a hug, "Babe what's the matter? You're really scaring us now."

Kimberley takes a deep breath and hangs on tightly, "I want you to be mine."

Silence.

"You said you loved me the other day.. I.. I want you to be mine now." Cheryl laughs tearfully and pulls back.

"Is that why you're running?" Their tears match, both for different reasoning's.

"I mean yeah.. I.. Do you still love me?" Kimberley asks doubtfully.

"I've been yours you idiot."

"Charming." Kimberley laughs, and takes the Geordie back into her arms. "So Cheryl.." She starts nervously, "Be mine?"

"I'm yours"

~~~~~~

Kimberley cried herself to sleep last night, her tear stained cheeks and blotchy foundation still remain to her skin as she woke up the following morning.

She wasn't ready to get out of bed.

She wasn't ready to live today.

Without Cheryl in her world, life didn't make sense.

Climbing out of bed, she doesn't bother washing up from last night's weeps. She grabs a pack of cigarettes and walks barefoot to the pool house; settling on a lounging chair.

She lights a fag; the toxic smoke burns with an addicting sensation.

Beautiful morning breeze invades her; the rippling waves keep her calm with the swirling thoughts currently pounding in the back of her mind.

She takes another long drag out of the flaming poison.

Losing herself deeper and deeper into this depression of the unknown.

Cheryl peers through the glassed terrace doors, her eyes sadden at the sight of Kimberley's broken aura.

She gulps and steps away from the scene.

Today was supposed to be filled with happiness, the results would be known and finally confirm that Madison Harris; was in fact Madison Tweedy.

The day goes in slow motion for both women, but as the time began to speed up and their appointment with the doctor neared; the excitement replaced with the sadness.

Kimberley drives them to Madison's house, it's quiet, and no sound is to be heard but the muffling of the luxury engine. She's too deep in thought to bother conversing with the Geordie; her heart couldn't take another silenced rejection.

Both women looked radiant, but inside, they were tarred with gloom.

Kimberley sends the teen a text as they wait outside of the large home. Her eyes never meet or bother to glance their way to Cheryl, it would only break her further.

Seconds later, Madison rushes out of the front doors with a wide smile.

This results to both Cheryl and Kimberley's smile to reaper.

"Hi!" Madison giggles and closes the door, "Let's go!" She squeals in excitement.

"Now before we get there," Cheryl speaks for the first time. "No matter what the results are-"

"Lets worry about that when the time comes." The teen pouts, she didn't want her mood to crumble from its euphoric state.

"Alright fine." Cheryl smiles and turns around in her seat.

"Hi Kimba!" Madison leans forward and kisses the blonde on the cheek, carefully not to cover her line of vision from the busy roads.

"Hi you." She gives the teen her best smile.

"Oi!" Cheryl stops Madison from settling back in her seat, "What about me kiss?"

"You get a kiss too!" The teen giggles and gives Cheryl two kisses to the cheek.

The car fills with happiness, the earlier blues escape instantly with Madison's glow.

"I say we get some lunch after?" Kimberley speaks to Madison through the rearview mirror, "How does that sound to you?"

"Sounds lovely," The teen sighs and sits back into her seat.

The car ride is filled with music; everyone loses themselves into their never-ending thoughts.

The doubts.

The 'What if's'

It's a peaceful silence, and never awkward.

Kimberley pulls up to the private clinic and parks her Range Rover. She's first to climb out and open Madison's door, leaving Cheryl behind to open her own door.

The teen holds onto Kimberley's hand, she's nervous and suddenly oxygen was hard to take in.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

Her heart beats wildly.

"I'll sign us in," Cheryl smiles at the nervous teen and heads over to reception.

"You're alright." Kimberley laughs lightly and pulls Madison to sit on her lap, "Everything is going to be alright." She reassures her.

Madison tries to believe those words.

She tries not to allow the negative thoughts consume her.

Cheryl walks back and takes a seat beside the teen, she too is nervous, but she doesn't dare to let it be known.

Time ticks, their hearts are in unison with each passing second.

Kimberley holds the teen tightly; she strokes her back in hopes to keep her nerves together. This action gets Madison to relax, with each gentle touch, and spontaneous kiss to her temple, she's never felt more loved than in this very moment.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

"Cheryl?" The nurse calls out, "Madison?"

They're on their feet in seconds.

Madison holds Cheryl's hand this time, and to the Geordie's surprise, the teen clings to her side.

"Welcome back," The doctor greets them, they sit in a posh office. No hospital equipment or gadgets.

They take their seat on the large leather sofa.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

"Are you all ready?" It was the tone in his voice, it affected the teen to feel uneasy.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

"Well, I can start off by saying you two are very healthy," He chuckles, nervousness lace in his sound.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

"But," He begins on a much more serious note, "I'm sorry to say this.. The results came out negative in all aspects, not a single blood cell matched."