-Madison's POV-

Content.

A feeling I haven't felt in such a long time, the feeling of love mixing with old scars, healing them completely.. It was addicting. Each and every morning I wake up with a smile, it lasts to my expression throughout the day; it's been a while since I've genuinely smiled.

Christopher comes to mind.

My brother.

My heart.

My soul.

I've accepted his death, with Mam's words fixing to the back of my mind. An angel lives in thought, an angel forever resting in my heart.

I groan, waking up this morning with a smile. The sunrays stream through, seeping warmth within the massive duvet currently drowning me into bed. I mentally imagine the bedroom surrounded by windows, a skylight pouring more sunshine through.

I sigh. Missing my old bedroom.

Shaking the thought away, I slide out of bed and tiptoe around the large room. I did love the expansive space, giving me my own privacy that I loved more than anything.

The sunshine beaming outside gives me hope that today will play out well, a positive vibrancy glows throughout my entire bedroom. I take time on myself this morning, bathing with the curtains fully opened, soft music swaying throughout my large ensuite.

I needed time on myself this morning, and time was going to be given.

Mentally and emotionally.

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-Author's POV-

Madison didn't want to confess it; she didn't want to let Cheryl and Kimberley know that she was hoping for her day to be spent with Jamie. They did leave on a chaotic note, the rush of her heart and desire to get home was all that was left for Jamie, and the teen was hoping to change that today.

Madison shifts her eyes, forcing them back down to her overfilled breakfast plate.

"What's up with you this morning?" Kimberley asks, chewing the last of her toast and avocado.

"Hm?" The teen looks up, putting her best smile on.

"I said what's up with you? You've not said a single word - apart from a good morning."

She shrugs, "M'fine."

"Are we starting that again?" Cheryl smiles softly, hoping it would shed some light into her daughter's gloomy orbs.

Madison sighs, placing her cutlery down.

"I want to see Jamie today."

Silence.

Kimberley clears her throat, "Are you asking or telling us?" She asks, putting the remaining of her toast down.

"Does it matter?" Madison folds her arms, giving her mother a cocked eyebrow.

"If this is your way talking us into getting your way, you're doing a pretty sh*t job at it." Kimberley and Madison bicker back and forth.

"I don't need to, I'm going to see my dad."

Cheryl frowns, "Okay that's enough." She cuts in, the frown still evident.

"You guys are annoying." The moody teen stands to her feet and exits the dinning room, leaving both Kimberley and Cheryl to sigh at her attitude.

"Can't really stop her now, can we?" Kimberley mutters, relaxing back into her seat and puffing out another sigh.

"I knew it was going to get to this," The Geordie looks at her wife, a sad frown lingers. "I don't want her going over there."

"Haven't you seen her, she's like a brick wall. She needs a grounding." Kimberley tuts, "Discipline is what she needs."

"It's only going to push her away." Cheryl whispers, "She'll go over to Jamie's if so."

"Are we really going to let her control us just because we don't want to upset her?" The blonde's ready to shout, but soon softens her voice to her wife's vulnerable state. "C'mere." She opens her arms, "Come on." Cheryl reluctantly stands to her feet, and settles down into Kimberley's loving embrace.

"I don't like seeing you like this-"

"Then you should be thankful you were gone for three weeks." Cheryl mumbles, hiding her face into the crook of her wife's perfumed neck.

Kimberley decides against speaking about that topic.

"What do you think about Madison going to Jamie's?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

Cheryl looks up, fiddling with Kimberley's white t-shirt.

"Obviously I don't want her going.. But you know what she's like-"

"Like you-"

"Definitely not. I used to listen to me Mam."

Kimberley dissolves into laughter, "Come on babe, your Mam's told me too many stories to believe you right now."

Cheryl smirks, "Fcuk off." She giggles.

"Never," Kimberley giggles along, pushing her wife back and placing a sudden kiss to Cheryl's smiling lips.

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Kimberley asks, placing another kiss. "Or, do, you, want, to?" She never wanted to release the lip lock, forever entranced in the beautiful mouth belonging to Cheryl.

It was all she could receive from her wife, desperately dying for a taste of the Geordie's sweet nectar. But, she would be patient, because she's hurt her loving wife, and time was needed to be given.

"Could you," Cheryl pants, "Come up with us?" She licks her lips, savoring the taste.

"Of course, get your booty up." Kimberley pats her backside, getting them both to simultaneously stand up and exit the dinning space.

"If she tries kills us, you'll stop her right?"

Kimberley splutters into a fit of giggles, "Are you mad?"

"Swear she'll kill us.. She's half Geordie ya'no." Cheryl giggles along.

"Think highly of your crazy self, do ya?" Kimberley tickles her wife, nearly toppling them both down the towering stairs.

"Kimba!" Cheryl shouts, screeching in pure agony.

"What?" Kimberley giggles, continuing her tickles, grabbing her wife close. "You don't like to be tickled? But you like to be cheeky don't you?"

"S-Stop!" Cheryl howls, "F-Fcuking stop!" She thrashes, trying to get out of her wife's tight hold.

"Give me a kiss and I might-"

"Let go!"

"Kiss."

Cheryl groans, whining and turning into Kimberley's arms.

"I, hate you," She pants. "So, much."

The blonde grins, "Hate you too, now kiss me."

They share a sweet kiss, standing atop of the stairs, forever melting to their love being exchanged through a tongue swirling sensation.

"Are you satisfied?" Cheryl grins, taking in her wife's dazed expression.

"Is that a serious question?" Kimberley pulls a face, finally letting go of the petite Geordie.

"Hm." Cheryl walks ahead, "Guess you'll never know." She gives the grinning blonde a wink, and knocks against the white bedroom door until she gets a shout from the teen.

"WHAT?"

"Don't be rude." Cheryl rolls her eyes, opening the door regardless to her daughter's tone.

Madison rests her foot on top of her thigh, sitting in the armchair with a scowl still plastered to her expression.

"You know," Kimberley begins, falling down to the grey sofa. "If you don't change your face it'll permanently stay that way."

Madison's expression wavers, but she forces it into place. "Whatever."

"Alright, don't come to me all whiney and moody because you're looking like you've smelt sh*t forever."

Cheryl giggles, quickly catching her laughs and clearing her throat. "What's the issue here Maddy?" She takes a serious tone.

"The issue is that you both never let me do anything I want." The teen throws her hands up, "Mum and Dad never cared, why are youse always forcing me to ask for permission with everything?"

Kimberley scoffs, "First of all don't bring those idiots up ever again-"

"Don't talk about that like that." Madison scowls further.

"Right, of course, don't talk about them, because they loved you so much, you know.. More than we ever will. I'll definitely NOT talk about them because Clara-Tit-Bag didn't say anything bad towards you - oh sorry, behind your back and you just happened to overhear it. Of course I wont." Kimberley's eyes rage in anger, she's angry that her daughter has forgiven Clara and Connor so quickly.

Madison remains silent, completely in the wrong.

"Can we have a civil conversation without arguing for once?" Cheryl asks, running her fingers through her tangled brown locks. She was hoping for a relaxing Saturday, both her girls to remain in their pajamas and snuggle up with a film playing.

Not today.

"She's the one that's always taking it to the extreme." The teen shoots, her eyes daggering at the blonde.

"Just because you're wrong doesn't mean I've taken it to the extreme." Kimberley rolls her blue-greys, unimpressed with her daughter at the moment.

Cheryl sits up, tying her hair, ready to give the girls a piece of her mind.

"Stop disrespecting your Mum," She begins, pointing a finger at the impolite teen. "Kimberley, please try and keep Clara and Connor out of this, I'm not in the mood to talk about them."

"I don't want you talking about them anyways-"

"Madison! What'd I just tell ya!?"

The teen crumbles into the teal blue armchair.

"Is this going to be an issue?" Cheryl asks, "Every time you want to see Jamie, are we going to have a dispute every single time?"

"Youse are the ones making it into a big deal. All I said was I wanted to see him."

"Fine. Just go." Cheryl abruptly stands to her feet and exits the bedroom, leaving both Kimberley and Madison a loss for words.

"Nice one Einstein."

"Shut up." Madison rolls her eyes, ready to walk away but Kimberley is quick to stand and grab a hold of her.

"That's it." She drags her over to the sofa and forces her across her lap, ready to give her backside a rough spanking.

"Do you want me to give you a whack?!" She shouts completely serious, having fed up with the teen's attitude.

"Touch me and I'll scream so loud the fcuking neighbors miles away will FCUKING HEAR ME!" Madison shouts at the top of her lungs, ripping her vocal chords instantly.

An unfazed Kimberley smacks her backside, getting another scream in return.

"Are you gonna stop with your fcuking attitude!?"

"FCUK YOU!" The teen cries out, "DON'T FCUKING TOUCH ME!"

Cheryl rushes back to the bedroom, the screaming from her daughter alarms her.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing!?" She shouts, forcing Kimberley to stop her assault. Cheryl drags the teen out of her wife's hold, hugging her closely.

Madison pushes the Geordie back, "Leave me alone! Both of you!" She rushes to her closet, and slams the door deafeningly.

"What was that?!" Cheryl hisses.

"Exactly what it was," Kimberley stands. "She needs more than that, wait until she comes back from Jason's. You just wait."

"Are you insane!?" The Geordie follows her wife out of the room, boiling with rage.

"Oh don't even," Kimebrely stops, "Don't tell me your Mam's never given you a spanking for misbehaving. It's the only thing that will stop her from disrespecting us."

Cheryl grits her teeth, "Didn't I just fcuking tell ya not to upset her?" Her fists clench in anger. "You see what I mean?! Do you see?! You never listen to us!"

"I've not done anything wrong," Kimberley sighs. "What am I supposed to do? Just let her tell me to shut up and whatever the fcuk else she wants?"

"Why can't you just ignore it?"

"That's not how you raise a child, that's not how you raise them at all."

"Oh and you would know?" Cheryl fires back.

Kimberley is ready to spit spiteful words, but catches herself before the words slip past her lips. "No.. No I wouldn't know." She mutters, walking away and leaving her wife behind.

Cheryl's expression softens, expecting to have been verbally abused by her wife. She turns around, storming back into Madison's bedroom.

She knocks on the closet door, "Open!" She demands.

"Fcuk off!"

"Open this fcuking door!" She decides against giving in and allowing her daughter to speak as she pleased.

"I. Said. Fcuk. Off."

Cheryl continues her knocking until Madison's annoyance grows, getting her to swing the door open.

"Do you not understand English?!"

"All dressed are ya?" Cheryl folds her arms across her chest, looking the teen up and down.

"Yeah? Problem?" She walks past her mother, routing to the ensuite with the Geordie right behind her.

"You're not allowed to be there longer than two hours," She begins, setting rules. "And if you think you'll be allowed in this house one minute passed those two hours you're having a laugh.

Madison stills her makeup brush, turning to look her Mam with a twisted expression. "Are you okay....?" She rolls her eyes, turning back around and finishing her makeup.

"I've said what I said. You're also not allowed to leave until an apology is given to your Mum."

"So give it to her then." The teen shoots back.

"Madison-"

"If you think I'm going to say sorry to her, then YOU are having a laugh. She just bloody hit me, and you don't seem to care!" She slams her makeup brush down; a mirroring image of Cheryl's anger is erupted.

"Of course I care-"

"No you obviously don't."

Cheryl sighs, "She had a right to give you a spanking."

"Eh? Are you mentally ill? Who hits their child?" She walks past the Geordie, slipping on her white trainers and tying her hair up into a messy bun.

"Baby-"

"No. Don't talk to me." Madison swiftly exits the bedroom, stubborn and uninterested in whatever her mother had to say.

Cheryl quickly rushes down the stairs behind her moody daughter, needing to make sure she didn't leave the house upset.

"Babe let us just talk before you go-"

"I don't care. Dad's already here." Madison runs out of the house, leaving Cheryl to force back her tears.

She was always a sensitive soul. She felt every word, every sound, every heartbeat from anyone she loved, and it hit her hard, it hit her because she cared so deeply.

"Just ignore it, remember?" Kimberley leans against the kitchen entrance, repeating her wife's words.

"Not now." Cheryl sighs, walking away as her mind begins to work frantically.

Madison's smile beams, she slams the gate door shut and hurries to the black sports car.

"Hey!" She smiles further, reaching across and giving her father a hug.

"Hey!" He returns the smile, "What're you doing wearing shorts? It's freezing outside."

"I'm not bothered." She giggles, "How are you?"

"Alright. Much better since you messaged me this morning." Jamie begins their car journey, "I was wondering when you were going to text me next."

"I know, I'm sorry." The teen sighs. "I didn't mean to.. To just leave the way I did last time. Now we can hangout comfortably. Both Mam and Mum know." She shrugs, the smile still remaining.

"And they're okay with it?" He glances over, glad to see the smile his daughter was wearing so brightly.

"Mhm, yeah. They don't mind.. Anways it's not up for discussion."

"Oh? And whatever happened to 'I need to ask my parents first' has little Maz grown up?"

"Maz?" She giggles. "What even is that nickname."

"Well alright, Madison it is-"

"I'm joking."

"Aren't you always."

She giggles, "Loosen up old man." She gives him a jab to the shoulder, getting a smile in return.

"I want you to meet someone today." He speaks meekly.

"Oh?"

"Yeah.. I want you to meet my girlfriend.. If that's alright with you? I don't want to put you in a-"

"Chill." She stops him, "Breathe. I'm cool with that."

"Are you sure?" He stops at a red light, getting a chance to look into his daughter's mirroring green eyes.

"Yeah," She smiles. "Definitely. Maybe we can stop somewhere and pickup flowers? Gotta make a good impression."

"Yeah, of course. We can do that." He returns to driving, changing his route and speeding to the nearest flower shop.

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Cheryl finds herself cleaning up the teen's bedroom, folding all the clean clothes thrown to the closet floor. She hoped her daughter was going to listen to the rules she setout, but by the lashing out Madison did minutes prior looks like it was going to be a long night for her.

"Knock, knock." Kimberley enters the space, smiling at her distressed wife. "You know cleaning after her isn't going to make it any better."

"Well if I don't clean it then who will?"

Kimberley smirks, "Yeah guess you're right." She settles down onto the carpeted ground, leaning her back against the cream colored walls.

She takes in the Geordie with a smile.

"What?" Cheryl giggles, finally releasing a smile.

Kimberley shrugs.

"Weirdo." She returns to folding the pile of clothes, hanging, and putting them away.

Kimberley continues her watching, absorbing her wife's exposed legs. Loving the rose tattoo spiraled around her right upper thigh, forever drooling over it.

"I'm not so angry anymore." Cheryl brings the blonde back to reality, sitting in front of her on the carpeted ground.

"Yeah? Me too."

"Were you angry?"

"Sort of," Kimberley shrugs.

"Was it what I said? I'm sorry." Cheryl looks down, embarrassed with the words she'd said to her wife. 

"It's alright.. You've said worse." The blonde laughs it off, not really in the mood to talk about their dispute.

"That doesn't make it-"

"Let's not talk about that anymore. I'm not upset.. Let's not bring it up."

Cheryl nods, smiling at her beautiful wife.

"C'mere." Kimberley opens her arms, smiling once the Geordie crawls over to her.

Cheryl snuggles into her arms, placing a single kiss to her cheek.

Kimberley smiles, lowering her head down and kissing the lips she was dependent to. They gave her a spark of life within, bringing the beats to her heart back to life.

"You think she'll come on time?" Cheryl asks once the kiss came to an end.

"She's half Geordie, remember? What do you think?"

They giggle, "She did deserve that spanking."

"I know, that's why I gave it to her. Although I highly doubt it did much."

"Probably not." They laugh once more.

"How are you?" Kimberley asks, surprising the Geordie.

"Hm?"

"How are you?" She repeats, placing a fallen strand behind Cheryl's ear, lingering her fingers into place.

"I'm good, yeah. How are you?" Cheryl giggles, suddenly going shy.

"I'm good too, really good actually."

"And why is that?"

"Well," Kimberley begins, her smile growing. "I've got this beautiful wife you see."

"Yeah? What about her?"

"I don't know if she'd want me going around talking about her-"

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

Kimberley forces her giggles down, keeping a serious face. "She'll probably have my head, you don't know her...." She looks around; comically making sure nobody was in earshot. "She's a bit crazy-"

"You cheeky b*tch!" Cheryl smacks her chest, smiling nonetheless.

"Your fault."

"Your fault." Cheryl mimics her, pulling faces and surprising the blonde with a kiss to the lips. She winds her arms around the blonde's neck, bringing them closer if it were possible; Kimberley takes the opportunity to roam her hands along the exposed thighs. Silently glad Cheryl was in short-shorts.

Damn tease. She mentally thought.

"Mmm." Cheryl groans, rolling her tongue in rhythm with the blonde.

Their tongues move in a sensual pace; both never wanting to lose the taste and touch of one another.

Cheryl bites down on Kimberley's lower lip, tugging on it gently, and pulling back slowly.

"Why would you do that?" The blonde asks with lustful eyes.

"Do what?" She asks.

"Bite down on my lip like that?" Kimberley speaks in a whisper, "You know what that does to me."

"What does it do?" Cheryl asks, a smirk playing to her lips.

"You know.. Don't go playing all innocent now." Kimberley smirks in return.

"Well," Cheryl fiddles with her wife's rimmed collar, "Maybe.. You can show us, like?"

"What?"

"You know.. Don't go playing all innocent now." She repeats her wife's words, grinning boldly.

Kimberley slams their lips back together, her hands resuming their roaming, much more urgent this time.

"Wait." Cheryl pants, instantly getting her wife to stop.

"What? You okay?"

She smiles, "Yeah, I'm fine baby." She reassures her, stroking her flushed cheeks. "I just don't want to have sex on our daughter's closet floor." She giggles, blushing slightly.

"Say no more." Kimberley pulls them up to their feet, and swiftly carries the Geordie off the ground and into her arms. 

"Hey remember when we first got married and I carried you all the way to our hotel room like this?" Kimberley reminds her, giggling to Cheryl's kisses being placed against her neck.

"Mhm." She hums, continuing her assault alongside the tasteful skin.

Kimberley grins, suppressing a moan as she kicks open their bedroom door and tosses the Geordie onto their bed.

Cheryl squeals, "Alright there tiger." She giggles, watching Kimberley tear off her clothes.

The blonde crawls onto the bed, left in nothing but the black underwear set.

Cheryl giggles, crawling back until her back hit the cushioned headboard.

"Oh? Looks like you've got nowhere to go." Kimberley smirks, tiptoeing her fingers along the exposed thighs and stopping at the button stitched to the shorts.

"I don't really want to go anywhere." Cheryl replies, allowing her wife to take off her minimal clothing.

Both left in matching underwear.

The fire shoots through their eyes, ready to devour each other.

Kimberley giggles, pulling her wife into her. Rolling them both around in a kissing mess, it was such a euphoric moment for them both, desire and hunger has been put off long enough.

The feeling of their skin pressing together as one ignites a throbbing sensation in the pit of their stomachs, but there was no rush needed, time was going to be taken by the ticks and given to each other.

"Is it me or have you gotten sexier?" Kimberley growls, latching her mouth to the side of Cheryl's neck.

"Uh.. Ooh, I-I don't know." Her words are jumbled, lost in the touch. She places her hand to back the blondes head, silently begging her to stay in place, throwing her own head back, jaw opened and gripped eyes shut.

Kimberley's lips happily roam around, her tongue slipping out and circling in tease.

"Fcuk." Cheryl gasps, hips beginning to rock against her wife's thigh. Their legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other almost as if they'd lose touch, sealing themselves in a bubble of need.

"If you cum now I'll only make you cum again, and again, and again." She emphasizes each word with a kiss, trailing her lips back up to reconnect their mouths together.

"Mmm.. That's all I want." Cheryl moans out just before shoving her tongue down the blonde's throat, sloppily kissing her in a heated touch.

Kimberley is loving it all, slipping her hand down and grabbing a hold of her wife's backside, and stroking the Geordie's inner thigh.

Cheryl bites down on the blonde's lower lip, loving the moans she's getting off her.

"You're absolutely, the most fcuking sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life."

Cheryl giggles to her wife's words, "Nothing I haven't heard before." She winks, connecting their lips back together.

Kimberley groans into the heated kiss, now rubbing the urgent Geordies clit over the silk material.

"Keep up with that and -uh and I'm going t-to cum.. mmmm." She arches her back, needing more contact.

"You wanna cum now baby?" Kimberley teases, kissing down to the heaving chest. Loving the way her wife breathed for her, panted, and gasped to every touch she gave.

"Please.. mmm please - no baby, please." Cheryl nearly cries, whining once Kimberley stops her stroking and gives all her attention to the beautiful mounds ready to be smothered with her mouth.

"What's the rush?" Kimberley smirks, reaching back and unfastening the clasp, revealing the erect nipples.

She grins, lowering her head and sealing her lips around one, "Mmmm." She groans, having missed the taste, grasping the other with a needed hold.

"Fcuk.. Oh." Cheryl's body throbs, needing a release. Right. Now.

"Okay.. Mmm.. Okay that's enough.. Baby, Baby I need you.." She begs, pushing her wife down by the shoulders, forcing Kimberley to release the nipple with a pop.

"Alright, alright." She giggles, kissing her way down and placing a kiss over the throbbing clit, biting down in tease.

"Now!" Cheryl shouts.

The blonde smirks, taking off her wife's underwear and giving her the contact she was desperate for.

"FCUK!" The Geordie shouts, instantly wrapping her legs around the hungry blondes shoulders, grinding herself against Kimberley's face.

"Yes! Uh.. Right there.. Mmm fcuk." Her hand grasps a fistful of the honey locks, ready to come undone, never before getting worked up so quickly.

"Oh fcuk.. Baby, b-baby." She pants, forcing her words to sound. "I-I'm UH!"

Kimberley sucks down on the roused clit, pumping her digits deeper into Cheryl's clenching center, knowing she was close to the edge.

"FCUK!" Cheryl shouts one last time, a spark of pleasure shoots through the core of her being, spilling her sweet taste straight into Kimberley's awaiting mouth.

"Fcuk." She repeats, falling back into the pillows in a sweating mess. Her legs remain opened, giving Kimberley the opportunity to clean her up, taking time to swallow up the sweet taste.

"That.. Ah.. Mmm that feels good." She grins, a dazed expression lingers to her face.

Kimberley groans, never stopping the laping of her tongue.

"Oo." Cheryl giggles, twitching as her wife laps over her clit. "I'm still sensitive baby."

"Good," The blonde breathes, looking up and locking their eyes together.

"You ready to cum again?"

"Do I have much of a choice?"

Kimberley wiggles her eyebrows, placing a kiss against Cheryl's clit.

"No not really." She giggles.

"I'm still very horny, guess you'll have to fix me situation."

Kimberley grins, kissing her way up and sealing their lips together. The taste of Cheryl lingers on her tongue, giving the Geordie a taste of the sweetness.

"Never a problem," She breathes, keeping their lips connected. "I say we take turns.. Because I've missed you so much," She confesses, placing a single kiss, "And I need to feel you inside of me."

Cheryl getting her energy back swiftly rolls Kimberley onto her back, taking position on top.

"I've missed you too." The Geordie begins to discard her wife's underwear, kissing down to the soaking center, ready to hear Kimberley cry out in pleasure.

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Madison's nervous, and it surprises her. She was never one to care about anyone's opinion of her, apart from Clara and Connor once upon a time. Everything was different now, her life was different, and having Jamie in her life has made her feel different.

Strange. She'd thought.

"Okay she's here, you ready?" Jamie asks, giving his little girl a smile.

"Yeah," She smiles, "I'll wait here."

He nods, and hurries to the front door to answer his girlfriend's knocks.

The teen remains still, mindlessly rearranging the white tulips in hand.

"She's here?" Madison hears the faint whisper, getting her to stop her fiddling. She sets the tulip bouquet down onto the kitchen granite top, the house layout opened, making her visible as the blonde walks hand-in-hand with her father.

Madison's eyes nearly bulge out, "Your girlfriend is Rita Ora?" She breathes.

"Hiya!" The pop-star waves, a beaming smile grows to the teens flustered state.

"Hi.." Madison shifts her eyes.

"Why don't you give Rita the flowers you got for her?" Jamie suggests, ready to burst into laughter at his daughter.

"Oh, right, I erm.. We got you these." Madison holds out the flowers, getting Rita to drag her into a hug, nearly breaking the tulips from the bone-crushing hug.

The teen smiles, already feeling comfortable around the blonde.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you." Rita confesses, pulling back and accepting the flowers. "Thank you for these."

"You're welcome," Madison smiles. "Dad's told you a lot then?" She asks, unknowing she'd just slipped out the word Jamie has been dying to hear.

He nearly cries to the sound of the word.

"He never shuts up, come on." Rita wraps an arm around the teen, "Babe, go make us some tea, we've got a girly catch up to do." She waves her boyfriend off and walks Madison and herself to the living space.

Jamie's smile has never spread so wide, his heart has never beaten so fast, and his love has never grown so big.

Dad.

She called me Dad.