-Madison's POV-

I couldn't process the words that freely flew from this mans mouth.

I'm your father.

I'm your father.

It's almost as if Mr – what's his face Blackwood had been practicing that sentence every night, day, and any chance he could possibly get.

Was he really my father?

As I tried to think of the right response, the only thing that seemed to fly out of my mouth was:

"You're pretty fcuking old," I scoffed.

Damn it Madison. I have always been one to never filter my thoughts, unable to keep the words locked in side.

"I'm not that old," He averts his eyes, catching his grey-haired reflection in the glassed window.

"So what was this then? Eh Emma?" I turn to her, noticing the quiet shell she's kept herself hidden behind. "Was this some kind of fcuking trick? Huh?" The anger inside of me was now bubbling over, spilling, and erupting past my lips. I could feel my cheeks flushing with pure and utter fury.

"No.. That's not—"

"Fcuk you!" I grit, "I was this fcuking close to actually trusting you," My fingers rise up to her line of vision, showing the uncomfortable woman just how close I was to giving the trust card.

"You're just like her you know—"

"Fcuk you, you don't get to compare me to anyone—" I cut Jamie off, looking him dead in the eyes. His green orbs reflect my own, and I could see a few similar features we shared.

"Would you get that temper under control," He sighs, standing to his feet and fixing that god awful tight jumper.

"What are you seventy?" He laughs loudly.

"Em, do you mind leaving us alone for a minute—"

"What makes you think I'm staying here for another fcuking second!" I go to storm out, but his masculine hands grab a hold of me, instantly stopping me. I squirm and release a few screams, but it's no use, he's locked me in his firm arms.

"Watch my fcuking wrist - Fcuk you Emma!" I shout, watching her walk out of the studio and shut the clear glass door behind her.

"Are you going to listen—"

"Fcuk you too! Fcuking grandpa." I mumble, hissing my words in breathless pants.

He sighs, wobbling us over to a sofa, and practically throwing me right on.

I shuffle around, sliding myself to one end, and Jamie perching on the other end.

"The second I saw Cheryl's announcement I tried everything to figure out how to get you here," He begins, I take no interest in what he's saying, keeping my eyes gazed off to the distance. "I knew you'd be stubborn like her, and no way in hell would you come here with a call or a letter.. Or anything else but the way I planned it with Emma—"

"I don't give a sh*t about your story! I already know everything there is to know about you—"

"What has Cheryl said about me?" He raises an eyebrow, "Hm? Has she drawn me out to be the bad guy?" He chuckles dryly, "I'm sure that's exactly what she fcuking did." I can hear he's upset, taking notice of the once sparkling green eyes turning dark.

"It doesn't matter what she's said," I groan, running my fingers through my hair. I'm frustrated with the way my life has been rolling out, everything is a mess, and this is the cherry on the fcuking cake.

"It matters to me." Jamie stands to his feet, walking over to a chair, and taking a seat to face me. "I want you to understand something," His gaze falls upon his clasped hands, taking a deep sigh and continuing. "I care about you—"

I laugh loudly, unsure why I found this so humorous.

"Look pal," I chuckle, standing to my feet. "I'm over this—"

"Just give me ten minutes—that's all I ask." He begs, his eyes nearly watering at the request.

"Why? Why should I give you a fcuking second of my time?"

"Because at the end of the day I'm still your father—"

"By fcuking title—"

"Would you stop cursing—"

"You've got eight minutes," I stubbornly sit back down. "Go on." My hand rolls in motion, getting him to smile brightly.

"I imagined you to be feisty you know—"

"And I didn't imagine you to be an old bag." He chuckles at my words, shaking his head with a remaining smile.

"How old are you?" I ask, feeling myself relax around his presence.

"Forty-Five—"

"You're fifteen years older than Mam!?" I'm baffled, unable to close my hanging jaw. "Oh my god," I breathe. "You're classified as a pedophile I'll have you know – Mam told me you were older than her – BUT FIFTEEN YEARS!?" I screech, gulping at the thought of an older man loving me in such an intimate way.

"It wasn't like that," He sighs.

"So what was it like? I'm sure Mam didn't have tits at that age."

He laughs, "You'd be surprised."

"Ew," I close my eyes, "Okay.. I don't want to picture that – you've got seven minutes."

"You're the one that's been doing most of the talking," Jamie grins, "I haven't even said my part yet."

"Right," I sigh, "Go on." I shuffle in my seat, getting comfortable.

"I didn't ask for Cheryl's age.. She seemed so much older, and when we fell in love with each other, age became insignificant to us." He shrugs, licking his lips and smiling at a memory I'm sure. "Anyways, when she fell pregnant I did ask for her to get rid of it."

I scoff, shaking my head at his truthfulness.

"Only because she was so young," He justifies himself. "Could you imagine being pregnant right now?" His question sinks deep into my stomach, finding myself shaking my head in reply.

"Exactly, I was looking out for her.. She said she wanted to at least carry the child.. She did want to keep you," He smiles. "She did.. But we started having problems, and eventually Cheryl decided to give you to the orphanage." He shrugs, "And look at you, you turned out alright didn't you?"

I nod, unable to keep my eyes locked with his.

"I wanted us to get to know each other—"

"And this is the part where I leave," I stand up; Jamie is quick to mirror my actions and stop me from walking out.

"Please just hear me out—"

"I did," I retreat my hand out of his hold, "I don't care what you have to say—"

"How come you've forgiven her then?" He challenges me; I turn around to his words. "Why her? Why have you given her the right to love you and not me? I'm a god damn good person!" His voice rises.

My eyes soften to his words.

"All I ask is for you to let me be a father, I wont ever do you wrong—"

"It's complicated—"

"It's only complicated if you make it complicated," His hands run through his grey hair, sighing loudly in frustration. "I will be the best fcuking father you've ever dreamed of having."

I smile sadly, "I already have two great parents."

"What? You think having two Mum's will ever come close to a father?" He shakes his head, "I understand Kimberley and Cheryl are great people.. But, I need to be in your life, please, just give me a chance."

"Don't you have a family?" I ask, watching as his facial expression crumbles.

"No I don't—"

"See," I laugh lightly, "You haven't even got your life together. What makes you think having a teenager in your life will change it?"

"Because you are my family."

I'm trying everything in me not to fall for his words, but I've never seen so many emotions in a grown man. The way his eyes express, I could practically feel his heart beating against his chest. It was strange, I could feel myself nodding and allowing him in.

"Is that a yes?" He laughs, a few tears prickle to his green eyes.

"I'll give this a go.. But—" I stop him from getting any closer, "We'll go at my pace and I have to speak to my parents about this."

"Yes," He sniffs. "Of course anything – let me give you my number."

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-Author's POV-

It was a never-ending car journey home, or so it felt for Madison. She never acknowledges Emma's presence, not sure whether to be angry with her, or simply understand where the older woman was coming from.

"How did youse plan this then?" She asks, clearing her throat in discomfort.

Emma bites her lower lip, taking a deep breath and speaking her part.

"I really am a homeschool teacher," Emma begins, "It was fate really.. I got asked from my supervisor to seek this interview your Mam had privately asked for the best homeschooling companies.. And here we are. Jamie was so happy, he was crying for a good hour or so – don't tell him that though."

They laugh; Madison tries her best to see the good in all of this.

"He kept saying it's fate, it's fate. Poor thing had been trying to find the perfect way to meet you.. And this was it." She shrugs, leaving her words hanging in the peaceful car ride.

Madison sighs, unbuckling her seatbelt as they near the Mansion.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She whispers, getting Emma to smile widely.

"See you tomorrow."

The teen climbs out of the car and walks up the grand stairs, taking her time as she collects the speeding thoughts rushing through every corner of her mind.

Cheryl emerges from the kitchen, drying her hands and smiling as Madison strolls through the front door.

"Hey you," She beams, walking over to her daughter. "Did you enjoy yourself?" She asks, embracing the teen into her arms.

Madison holds onto her mother, tightly, never giving the Geordie a chance to unravel this much-needed comfort.

"What's the matter?" Cheryl frowns, trying to pull back and look into her daughter's distraught eyes. She fails; the teen hides her face against the Geordie's chest, forcing Cheryl to stay in place.

"Baby, you're scaring us."

"Just.. Hold me." With a gentle action, Cheryl swiftly lifts her daughter into her arms, allowing Madison to wrap her legs around the Geordie's waist.

"Hang on to us babe." She speaks softly, walking into the living room and sitting them both down on the cream colored sofa.

They settle in a warm embrace, no words sounding from either of them. It's peaceful, and that's exactly what Madison was craving in this moment, her mother's love and warmth was all she desired.

Cheryl strokes the teens back, placing kisses to her head every few seconds.

"Baby—"

"Not yet Mam," Madison breathes. "Just hold me."

An eruption of love shoots through Cheryl's heart, she holds the teen closer, allowing Madison to take comfort in the crook of her neck. She's never loved so much in her life, a heart that now belonged to the teen currently melting in her arms.

"Is Mum home?" Comes the soft whisper.

"No sweets," Cheryl places a kiss to the teens jumper covered shoulder. "She'll be home in an hour or so.. Or that's what she said at least."

Madison's green orbs flutter shut, a relaxed motion streams through her system.

Another sigh escapes Madison's full lips, she trails the un-sprained hand up to Cheryl's neck, playing with the new piece of jewelry clasped around the flawless collar.

"Mum get you this?" She asks, whizzing the diamond heart piece back and forth.

"Mhm," Cheryl hums, trying her best not to force the teen to speak about her emotions.

Silence. That's one way to describe the sound currently lingering in the air; it was a silence one could never write out. The breathing they were each inhaling and exhaling was set in harmony, only to be heard between the two loving souls.

A sigh of love.

A sigh of need.

A sigh of forever.

"Emma," She begins, hearing Cheryl's heartbeat pick up. "She's.. She's related to Jamie."

Silence.

"Did you hear me Mam?" Madison looks up to meet the Geordie's frowning expression.

"Okay?" Cheryl breathes, "And?"

The teen shuffles around her mother's lap, getting comfortable before speaking once again.

"When she took me out for ice cream.. She also took me.. Took me to see him—"

"Did you ask her to?" Cheryl asks, trying her best not to shout at her daughter.

"No, no," Madison shakes her head, sitting up and looking into the hurt brown orbs. "She asked if I would want to go to her cousins studio—"

"And you just go around saying yes to every opportunity."

"What—"

"Haven't you ever heard the expression don't talk to strangers?!" Madison frowns, sliding off her Mam's lap and shuffling across the large sofa.

"I'm not talking to you when you're like this." The teen looks away from her upset mother. "You're not even listening to anything I'm saying—"

"What did he have to say for himself then?" Cheryl grits, "Oh I swear to god—"

"He was quite nice actually—"

"Oh is that so?" The Geordie laughs loudly, finding the whole situation comical. "What did he tell you?"

Madison frowns, "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Well too fcuking late." Cheryl stands up, pacing back and forth in front of the large fireplace. "Well go on then! Tell us what he's said to you. I'd like to hear his charm working on me daughter."

The teen sighs, "Will you calm down?"

"Tell us."

"He just explained the situation and said he's been waiting for the right opportunity to meet me like." She shrugs, looking down at her perfectly manicured nails.

"And what do you think of all this?" Cheryl asks, settling down from her angry high. She cautiously returns to the teen's side, and hesitantly sets her hand atop of Madison's.

"He's alright," She shrugs. "It's not like we're going to be buddies or somethin'" She shrugs again.

"What's he like these days—"

"Super old," They laugh. "He looks like he's having some type of midlife crises." Madison looks over to her laughing mother. "Has he always dressed in skintight cashmere jumpers?"

"That's Jamie."

"He's a pedophile if you ask me."

Cheryl shakes her head with a smile, "It wasn't like that—"

"You can deny it all you like," She smiles. "He's still a pedophile to me."

"Come here," Cheryl opens up her arms and invites the teen in for a cuddle. Madison doesn't protest, already lying in the comfort of the Geordie's love.

"I'm not going to lie and say I'm okay with this," She begins. "But.. I do want you to be happy, and if this is what you want – you know for you and Jamie to get to know each other, then that's fine with us.." Cheryl's heart was a raging mess, of course she wasn't okay with this, but it wasn't fair for the teen. It was only reasonable for Madison to know her father, and for Jamie to know his beautiful daughter.

Madison smiles against her mother's chest, now playing with her own diamond necklace the Geordie had put around her neck.

"You'll always be my number one Mam," She whispers, nuzzling her head further.

Cheryl's brown orbs water in happiness, "Is that so?" She asks, wrapping her arms tighter in a conveying love.

"Mhm," The teen hums. "And Mum of course."

The front door sounds, followed with Kimberley's low hums escaping her lips harmoniously.

"Honey," She sings, "I'm home!"

Cheryl giggles, shaking her head at the blonde.

"Front room!" She replies, shuffling around and holding the teen closer into her.

Kimberley walks through the large living room doors, tuting at the loved up scene happening right before her eyes.

"Look atchu two cuddling away," She teases, taking a seat on the armchair. "What's the usual arrangement?"

The teen giggles at her Mother's evident jealousy.

"Wait for big old Kimberley to leave the house – wham bam cuddle time?" She shakes her head. "No, no—" Kimberley puts her hand up, stopping the teen from getting any closer to her. "I don't want any off you."

Nonetheless, Madison climbs right onto Kimberley's lap, wrapping her arms around the unimpressed blondes neck.

"God you're so needy," Kimberley sighs, winking at her wife as she catches Cheryl smiling widely at them.

"Say's you—"

"Say's me." They giggle in unison, "Hey you." She smiles, placing a kiss to Madison's cheek. "Good day in school?"

"Yeah perfect." Madison clears her throat, shuffling around in Kimberley's lap.

"...Did something happen?" The blonde frowns, gazing over to her nervous looking wife.

"No.. Well," Cheryl glances at the teen hoping she'd speak up, but gets nothing. "Madison," She widens her eyes. "Madison has something to tell you—"

"No I don't—"

"Yes you do—"

"No—"

"How's about you two cut to the chase?!" Kimberley snaps, pushing the teen back to get a better look at her. "What has happened?"

Madison sighs, climbing off her mother's lap and standing in front of her parents.

"See the thing is," She begins, not wanting to hurt the blondes feelings. "I.. Well.. Emma took me out for ice cream right?"

"Right..."

"And well, we got to talking right?"

"Right.." Kimberley replies, beginning to grow impatient with her daughter.

"And.. She once told me her cousin owns a record label.. Right?"

"Right – get to it!"

"Okay relax," Madison huffs, looking over to the smirking Geordie. She takes a deep breath, ready to ramble it all out in one sentence.

"She took me to her cousins studio and her cousin just so happens to be Jamie – you know Jamie that just so happens to be my father and I met him and now he wants to see me again."

Silence.

And then, "Emma is fcuking sacked!" Kimberley snaps, standing to her feet. "And what are you doing going around agreeing to see men in their studios huh!?"

"It wasn't like that—"

"I don't care how it bloody was. I am not okay with this—"

"But I kind of maybe—"

"I don't give a flying sh*t what you 'kind of maybe'!" She hisses, becoming enraged at the thought of her daughter and Jamie spending time together.

"Kimberley—"

"You stay out of it!" She points a finger to the Geordie.

"Madison, sweets go upstairs for a bit." Cheryl stands to her feet, and waits for the teen to exit the living room.

"Don't you dare speak to us like that in front of our daughter—"

"You're okay with this aren't you?" Kimberley laughs dryly, "What? You give her up when she's born and now you're willing to give her away again—"

"Fcuk you." Cheryl grits, "I can't fcuking believe you would say something like that!"

"I can't fcuking believe you'd allow him into her life without fcuking asking me!"

"I didn't fcuking know he'd come back!" She snaps, fighting every urge not to slap the blonde across the face.

"You sure as hell aren't fighting for him to stay out of it—"

"He's her father at the end of the day—"

"And I'm her fcuking mother at the end of the day. I get a fcuking say with who she sees and who she doesn't." She walks out of the living room, leaving Cheryl in a flood of tears.

Kimberley marches up the stairs, routing to her daughter's bedroom in rage. She was ready to give the teen a piece of her mind, definitely not approving of this little arrangement that took place behind her back.

Madison remains seated in the teal-blue armchair, watching her fumed mother storming into her bedroom.

"I'm not allowing this—"

"Why are you shouting?" Madison rolls her eyes, "Just hear me out—"

"You're a child, you don't know right from wrong. Let alone a fcuking father who can't give two sh*ts about you! He's just going to hurt you at the end of the day."

"I told him we'd go at my pace!" The teen shouts, getting Kimberley to crumble under her tone. "I'm not a fcuking idiot! I obviously know he didn't give a sh*t about me.. I gave Cheryl a chance didn't I? Why not him? He deserves it too."

Kimberley sighs softly, flopping down on the grey sofa. She takes a deep breath, running her fingers through the short blonde locks as she grasps her rambling mind.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," She begins, speaking softer and calmer than before.

"It's a chance worth taking.. And if I do get hurt, I'll still have you and Mam." She looks up to the confident teen, smiling with sudden tears in her eyes.

"C'mere," Kimberley opens her arms, getting a smile from Madison's flawless face. The teen walks over, and allows her mother to cradle her into a warm cuddle.

"I just want the best for you," Kimberley whispers; lacing her fingers through the teens brown locks. "I know this will all end up in sh*t."

"It's worth a shot."

"Yeah.. Yeah I guess it is." They share a smile.

"I think you should go apologize to Mam," Madison whispers, looking into the now calm blue-greys. "That was mean what you said."

Kimberley sighs, nodding in agreement. "I say stupid sh*t when I'm angry."

"She doesn't deserve it."

"I know.. I know.. I'll go down and talk to her." Madison shifts off her mother's lap, and sighs happily with her mother agreeing to this little arrangement.

Kimberley hesitates walking back into the living room, her heart shatters to a million pieces at the sight of Cheryl crying her heart out, curled up into a ball on the large sofa.

Damn it. She scolds herself.

"Hey.. Hey baby—"

"L-Leave us a-alone." Cheryl hiccups, covering her face with a pillow.

Kimberley clenches her jaw, completely furious with her actions. She slowly approaches the distraught Geordie, perching on the edge of the sofa occupied by her wife.

"Look," She begins. "I know I'm an idiot and I say sh*t I don't mean when I'm upset—"

"I said leave us the f-fcuk alone!" Cheryl snaps, throwing a pillow directly at the blonde.

Kimberley dodges it.

"Alright," She stands up. "I deserved that.. I'll leave you alone." She walks out of the room, giving her wife all the space she desired. Kimberley finds herself walking out of their home, through the garden and visiting their dead unborn child's grave.

"Hey you."

She begins to spill all her regrets and secrets to the unliving soul.