-Author's POV-

It was Kimberley who aroused first from the peaceful sleep; she awakens with a smile plastered to her lips. Cheryl's scent invades her senses; the smile grows to the feel of her wife wrapped tightly in her arms.

Her blue-greys flutter open.

Reality has washed her dreams away, Cheryl's warmth trickles bliss through her. It was a feeling in the air, it was her wife lying back in her arms once again, and it was the need to kiss the Geordie good morning.

She does just that.

Shuffling down in bed, she readjusts their snug position. Ever so gently she rests Cheryl down and goes in for the kiss.

Desperate lips press gingerly to the motionless mouth. She closes her eyes, the sun seeps through the curtains as their lips connect. Like magic to the morning, it brings paradise to their world.

"Mm" Cheryl groggily wakes up to the kiss. "Kimba?" She breathes.

Brown orbs flutter to meet Kimberley's sparkling eyes.

"What are you doing?" The Geordie licks her lips and weakly smiles.

"Isn't it obvious?" Kimberley giggles, she swoops down and kisses her once more. "I'm kissing my beautiful wife."

Cheryl smiles into the kiss, it grows with passion, they're both desperate to feel their warm tongues make contact.

Their love awakens with the morning, it was a joy they could never contain when together. Cheryl was always patient with Kimberley's choices, the bad and good. She understands now, her wife was insecure with men and women constantly gazing there way to her.

Her mind wanders as the kiss deepens.

She was done with this industry, and yesterday's confessions from Kimberley only made her eager to put an end to it all.

Kimberley's hands begin to roam, she's missed her wife's skin; the sweet taste Cheryl would outflow was her favorite nectar. The blonde heals the troubles they were having, her hands grow urgent, it was supposed to be passionate and romantic, but here she is; removing Cheryl's clothes with a purpose.

"Kimba, baby," Cheryl pants, "Wait." She stops the blonde from removing the thin lace hiding her modesty.

"What?" Kimberley breathes, "Baby, what is it?"

Their eyes lock in a hazy expression.

"I," She gulps, "I need to have a shower-"

"You're fine, c'mere." Kimberley goes down for another kiss, but is promptly stopped.

"Kimba, please," Cheryl giggles nervously. "I want to shower-"

"Are you okay?" The blonde frowns and climbs off her wife, "What's the matter?" She can feel the sudden tension.

Something isn't right.

"I just want to have a shower," Cheryl shrugs, "Since when was it a crime to have a shower-"

"Cheryl." Kimberley warns her, "Tell me what's on your mind babe."

Brown orbs avert from the blue-greys, and she tries so desperately not to sound harsh.

"I don't want it." Cheryl whispers, resulting to Kimberley's frown. "I'm not ready.. Not after everything."

Kimberley shuffles off the bed, and without a single word, she changes into workout gear.

"Kimba?" She turns around, finding Cheryl leaning against the closet doorframe with an apologetic expression.

"Hm?" She fakes a smile, "Aren't you going to have that shower?" The tone in her voice was dry, and suddenly she needed to let her boiling anger out. So she forces herself not to shout, she was desperate to run out her fury.

"Y-Yeah.. I am." Cheryl clears her throat, "I'm sorry Kimba-"

"It's fine," She fakes another smile, "I'm going for a run-"

"Aren't you going to have breakfast with us?"

"Not hungry," She walks past the Geordie and looks through the nightstand for her iPod.

"I don't have rehearsals today, erm," Cheryl shifts in discomfort, "We can have lunch in the garden? Or.." She glances at the clock, "We can have breakfast once you come back?"

Kimberley untangles her headphones and pops them one. "Yeah," She smiles and walks over to a fidgety Cheryl. "Once I come back." She gives her a quick peck and leaves the Geordie alone in the bedroom.

Cheryl sighs sadly and walks into the ensuite to have that shower.

---

Kimberley raises her volume, but no matter how loud the music blared; her thoughts were louder. Her heart beats wildly, she's breathing deeply with each long stride. She's running away from her thoughts, but they always catch up and slam her with a million disputes of the unknown.

How could I be so stupid?! She mentally shouts at herself.

You're losing the best thing that's ever happened to you.

She wants to be the one to always do right, especially when it came to Cheryl. It was a necessity to constantly make her smile, the laugh Cheryl always sounded was her weakness; it was the natural music to tune into her crafted world.

Cheryl is her world.

In the moment of breathless pants, the sweat to her forehead and chest; she makes a promise to herself.

I promise to make her feel nothing but special.

I promise to make her feel like the only girl in the world.

I promise her everything and more.

She reroutes her trail and sprints the rest of the way back home. She's never ran so fast; trainers dig into the graveled ground, fists tighten with clenched teeth.

Kimberley tears off her headphones, with deep breaths she slows down her pace and climbs the front steps; leading to the front door.

Her smile fades to shouting screams booming through the house.

She's quick to follow the sound of Cheryl screaming.

"What kind of fcuking clinic are you's running?!" The Geordie growls, "I will sue every single one of you fcukers!!"

"Che-"

"No you listen to me you god damn fcuking moron!" Cheryl interrupts her wife from speaking, and continues her angered words. "I will fcuking sue every one of your fcuking asses! You're fcuking screwed!" The furious Geordie ends the call and launches her phone with a loud roar.

"Baby what the fcuk-"

"I need.. I need to go-"

"What?" Kimberley stops her from walking out, "Baby where are you going?"

"Let go.. Please, please baby, I need to go-"

"You're not going anywhere until you fcuking explain." She demands.

Cheryl is unable to keep her sanity for much longer, the tears stream; relaxing Kimberley's grip.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

The Geordie shakes her head.

"Baby." She tries again, "Talk to me." Gently, Kimberley moves in and takes the distraught woman into her arms.

Cheryl breaks down to the sincere touch.

"Baby," The blonde's eyes water along with her wife's, "What's going on?" She sniffs.

Cheryl shakes her head and clings onto her, with gentle care; Kimberley walks them to the sofa and pulls her down, it was needed to be one with Cheryl.

"What did I just hear babe?" Kimberley speaks sweetly, "Whatever it is, you can tell me sweetheart." Cheryl continues to cry, her face buries deep into the blondes neck.

Kimberley lies them back, her arms grow tighter around the Geordie's waist.

"Sh-She, he-he." Cheryl is unable to stop the emotions, they're pouring out of her.

"Come on baby, deep breaths." Cheryl nods, and repeats Kimberley's breathing exercises.

She speaks up after calming herself down.

"She," Cheryl sniffs, "They, Kimba they messed up." She releases a few tears.

Kimberley frowns, and grasps Cheryl's face with compassion, "Who messed up?" She asks, her voice always sweet and soft.

"They d-did Kimba," She hiccups. "They messed up-"

"I need more than that baby, who did? What happened? You're scaring me now." Cheryl nods and composes herself.

"She's ours Kimba." The words Cheryl whispers put a stop to Kimberley's world. She can no longer grasp of what's reality, and what her mind was processing.

She's ours Kimba.

My Madison.

Their heavy eyes meet with tearful smiles.

"She's ours?" Kimberley sniffs, "She-She's really ours?"

Cheryl nods, a choked laugh releases her lips as she falls into Kimberley's open arms.

"She's ours baby." They cry in the tight lock, their hearts beat wildly with just the thought of Madison becoming part of their little family.

Their Madison.

"K-Kimba?" Cheryl pulls back and takes a look into the sparkling blues-greys.

Kimberley smiles, "Yeah Baby?"

"I want to go see her," The blonde goes to stand, but Cheryl instantly stops her. "Alone."

The once sparkling smile fades away to the Geordie's request.

"Wha- Why?" She breathes; her frown deepens with her question.

"I have to do this alone, I want to have a proper conversation with her.. And answer all the questions I know she will have-"

"But, I want to be there for you.. For the both of you." Cheryl smiles at how adorable her wife was being.

"You're always there for me baby, but right now I have to do this alone."

Kimberley gulps and gives Cheryl a timid nod.

"I love you for caring so much," She gently lifts the blondes chin, "I love you for always understanding."

Again, Kimberley lightly smiles and gives her a nod.

"I love you too." She whispers, accepting with defeat.

Cheryl fusses her lips with Kimberley's beautiful mouth.

---

Madison say's her last goodbyes to Chris that early afternoon; she's smiling once again. The sun was beaming down on her, silently, she believed Chris was looking down on her, shining his rays into her world of sadness. It was the light she needed, he was her constant light, he kept her sane when everything was going to sh*t.

The rustic white box is still held in her hands, she'd found herself collecting flowers along the way home. A smile that outshined the sun; a sparkle in her eyes that would put every star to shame. She's never felt this way before, and she'd believed today was going to be a day filled with joy.

She skips up the grand staircase of her home, her voice sings a low hum as she unlocks the door and walks in.

Madison doesn't notice Cheryl's car parked in their driveway, and it wasn't until she heard the familiar Geordie accent that made her stop in her tracks.

Clara calls her daughter.

"Madison, please come into the front room." She is unable to move, she's unable to speak.

Her hands grow tighter to the box she protected with everything in her.

"Champ," Connor speaks up this time, "Come through here."

With a deep breath, she timidly walks into the front room. She never looks at the Geordie sitting nervously in the armchair; her eyes only lock with the parents that cared for her at the early start of her youth years.

"Yes?" She speaks clearly, "Was there something you needed?"

Connor clears his throat, "Cheryl would like to-"

"Mum," Madison addresses her mother, "Can I have a word with you?" She doesn't give Clara a chance to reply; she walks out of the front room and waits for her Mum to follow.

She hears Clara apologizing to Cheryl before following her out.

"What the fcuk is she doing here!?" Madison hisses.

"Lower you voice." Clara tells her daughter off, she grabs the teen by the forearm and drags her into the kitchen.

"Why is she here!?" Madison repeats her question; she slams her box onto the granite top and folds her arms in protection of herself.

"Listen," Clara sighs, "She's got some things to tell you-"

"I don't want to talk to her-"

"I really think you should give her a chance to explain.. She's been here for hours, we've been waiting for you-" Madison cuts her Mum off again.

"Mummy," She whimpers, "I don't want to talk to her." Madison is desperate not to speak; she was never one to cave to her mother's words. She was always a Daddy's girl. But, here she was, desperate to get into Clara's stern mind.

"Just listen to what she has to say-"

"Please," Madison howls, her tears pour out with sadness. "I don't want to-"

Cheryl stands at the kitchen entrance, with Madison's back to her, she listens to her daughter cry out in agony of speaking with her.

"Madison," Clara laughs lightly, and glances at the Geordie.

"I don't wanna-"

"Maddy please." The teen chokes on her sob, and quickly stands beside her mother. She's desperate for human contact; her arms cling to the unimpressed mother.

I've raised her better.

"Just five minutes-"

"Wh-Why are you here?" Madison sniffs, "Why wont you leave me alone?" She releases a sob.

"I'll leave you two alone-"

"No Mummy please.. Don't go." She pleads with desperate green orbs.

"Madison," Clara chuckles, "Stop acting like a child, and just listen to what she has to say."

Madison's heart breaks, she releases her arms from her Mum and steps back.

Cheryl mentally scowls at the woman's choice of words to her daughter. She had no right to stand up for the teen, she'd neglected her for years; her words would be irrelevant to Madison.

"I'll be in the front room with your father." Clara smiles at the teen and exits the kitchen.

They're left in silence.

Madison's sniffs sound every so often, their eyes never meet.

"Would you rather us talk in your room?" Cheryl whispers.

"Why're you here?" Madison boldly asks, she walks over to the fridge and grabs herself a water bottle. She's desperate to get her emotions back in control.

"Can we have a seat?" Cheryl nods towards the breakfast booth built into the corner.

Madison wordlessly walks over to the round booth and sits herself down. Her hands fiddle with the bottle, distracting herself as she attempts to keep her sanity grasped.

Cheryl gingerly sits across from her.

"The doctor called us this morning," She begins with a whisper. "There was a mix up." Cheryl gulps.

Madison's hands still.

"Maddy," The Geordies voice is soft, "Baby, look at us."

The teen shakes her head, and keeps her eyes focused on the bottle in hand.

"I told your parents." And that's when the green orbs shoot up to look into the brown orbs.

"How could you do that?" She gasps, her anger boils. "Who gave you the fcuking right to come here and tell them!?"

"Madison please-"

"You don't have the fcuking right to come here and ruin everything.. Y-You're trying to r-ruin everything!" The teen stands to her feet; Cheryl stops her from running out. She grasps her by the forearms, making her stay in place.

"Let me go!" The teen tries to fight the tight hold.

"Please Madison," Cheryl desperately speaks, "Let us just explain."

Her eyes plead.

"Why?" Madison whispers, "What gives you the right? You don't even care.. Stop trying to act like you do." The words break Cheryl further.

"I-I do, I promise you I care." She cries, "I promise I do."

The teen steps back from the Geordie and takes her original seat in the boot.

"A-Are you g-going to listen?"

Madison timidly nods, and refocuses her vision to the abandoned water bottle.

Cheryl intakes a deep breath and sits across the teen once again. She forces herself not to take Madison's hands into her own, she's desperate not to take her daughter into a warmth filled with longing.

"Where do I begin," The Geordie laughs lightly, "I've only ever told this story to Kimba.. And well, now you." Madison's eyes meet Cheryl's. She searches for regret, sorrow, and pain of the past.

She sees it all.

"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" Cheryl asks; the sound of the television blaring disturbs her deeply. This was a moment she'd be having with her daughter, and she didn't want another sound entering the bubble they soon would be creating.

Madison nods and timidly stands to her feet.

Cheryl smiles, she's grateful the teen was cooperating with her. Madison grabs the rustic white box as she leads them out of the kitchen, climbing up the stairs and over to her bedroom.

The bedroom is bright; the paneled windows built into the ceiling stream every bit of light from the outside world. Cheryl takes in the feminine bedroom, pastel colored walls, white bed set, a white linen sofa placed in front of the television, and a white-mirrored computer table positioned in the corner.

So un-Madison.

"Your room is.." Cheryl tries to think of the right word.

"Boring." Madison rolls her eyes, "I wanted to paint my room a dark color, but Mum wasn't having any of it.. Which resulted to a hospital theme in here." Cheryl giggles at her daughter's grumpy tone.

"Can I sit next to you?" She asks the teen; Madison nods and makes space for the Geordie.

With a deep, silent breath, Cheryl takes her seat beside Madison. They sit facing each other, both their legs folded; they mirror each other's positions.

"Why did you give me up?" Comes the bold question.

Cheryl wasn't expecting it, but she was glad Madison wasn't blowing off on her.

"I couldn't give you any of this," Cheryl waves her hands around, showing the lavish life Madison had.

"And what do you think this is?" The teen laughs dryly. "I don't want any of this, whatever the fcuk it is." She rolls her eyes, sudden annoyance courses through her. "Who's my dad?" Madison shoots another question.

Cheryl is suddenly stuck, and she regrets not bringing her wife along.

"Your dad," The Geordie clears her throat, "He's erm.. He was.." She trails off, her words are being chosen with caution.

"He was me boyfriend of two years, erm, he was much older.. Much, much older." Cheryl laughs lightly, "Erm, he was me manager as well."

Madison frowns, "Your manager? Weren't you sixteen when you got discovered?" She questions.

"Yeah, I was," Cheryl's body languages becomes fidgety and uncomfortable. "He was me boyfriend before he became a manager.. Erm, we'd slept together one night at the studio.. And I fell pregnant."

"Okay?" The teen's frown deepens, "So if he was a manager, it's not like he couldn't provide a good life for me?"

Cheryl shakes her head, regretfully releasing a few tears.

"In order for us to get me career, I had to let you go.. It wasn't easy-"

"You chose your fcuking career over your fcuking child?" Madison laughs evily, "That's a new fcuking low for you." She stands to her feet, the teen can no longer look at the woman that was supposed to be her mother. She's grown disgusted at the sight of her.

"That's not how it happened babe, honest-"

"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuse, you're disgusting." Madison scuffs.

"P-Please-" She cuts off the crying Geordie.

"I never want to speak to you again, leave me alone.. Just get the fcuk out!" The teen forces Cheryl to her feet and pushes her out of the bedroom.

"Don't come near me again!" She slams the bedroom shut, bursting their once crafting bubble. The teen breaks down as Cheryl disappears from her sight of vision, feeling stupid for ever letting that woman into her life.

Silly girl.

She'd given a little of her heart to Cheryl, and now, she wants it back. She's ashamed for ever trusting the Geordie, she regrets accepting such warmth from her.

Madison's mind speaks loudly, and all she could do was cry the pain away.

It plays on and on, a broken record that had no end point. The pianos play the sad tunes in her world, breaking her further to the ground of destruction.

Foolish girl.