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Forgive me.
I'll be better.
-ArtistWriter

-Madison's POV-

I've never started a day with calmness settling within me.

It's a strange feeling.

Of course, being with my parents has helped me find pieces of myself that were missing; that I never even knew existed. I never knew the strength I held; I realized I got that from Mam. She's given me so much. Maybe her giving me away at birth would never have allowed me to appreciate just how much a mothers love means. Love to be exact, but I never truly understood love.

Christopher has taught me courage, he's taught me friendship, and boldness.. But love like this? Never. I love Christopher, I always will.. I have learned to accept that he will forever be a part of me.

Today felt strange, but it wasn't a bad strange. I feel myself smiling from my heart when my mouth forms happiness. I can see Mum and Mam knowing exactly what they've done.. They've healed me.

"I think," I begin, setting my orange juice down that morning. "I've decided." I clear my throat.

"Decided what, sweets?" Mam looks at me with worry, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," I giggle. "You said you'd give me time?"

"I'm not on the same boat here.." Mum shifts her eyes around, going from my eyes to Mams.

"My surname?" I remind them, instantly getting them to perk up in their seats.

"Oh?" Mam clears her throat.

"Yeah.. I know you two really want me to be a—"

"Now you know that's not what we said." Mum defends them, "We said we'd give you time to choose what you want. It doesn't matter what we want. This is your life at the end of the day."

I smile to her words, she was crazy, but always so sincere.

"Of course I know that." I take a deep breath, "You two have done so much for me.. More than I deserve. Remember when we first met and what a devil I was?" We laugh unisonly, all agreeing what a headache I was. "Not saying I'm not any less troubnle—"

"Sweets, you know that's not true. You are perfect to us.. Even if you think otherwise."

"That's why.. That's why I've decided I want to be a Tweedy-Walsh." Their smiles form from their hearts; I can see the happiness settling in their eyes that now wash in tears. "Please don't cry." My eyes tearing up along with theirs.

"Are you sure?" Mam sniffs, standing to her feet and coming around to my seat.

"Of course she's sure!" Mum squeals, standing up as well. "Oo! I'm so happy!" She shimmies her hips, doing a happy dance.

Mam and myself both share a giggle, already used to Mum's absurd behavior.

"I think this calls for a family day—"

"Aren't we already having that?" I ask, getting a raised eyebrow from Mum in return.

"Breakfast isn't a family day—"

"Well we are sitting together—"

"Hush up and go get your little bum dressed."

"Rude." I gasp, getting pulled off my seat and practically pushed out of the kitchen.

"GET DRESSED!"

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-Author's POV-

Kimberley smiles, everything was falling into place. Her wife had finally agreed to give life to another child, and her daughter has finally let them in to her world. She's longed for days like these, where Madison was running wild with her hair bouncing in a chocolate mess. Her wife, walking right beside her and an arm pulling her in closer because having her wife in her arms was heaven on earth.

"She's a weirdo." Cheryl whispers, releasing her giggles as she watches Madison run in front of them.

"She reminds me of you," Kimberley giggles back, pressing her lips to the side of her wifes face.

"And whats that supposed to mean?" Cheryl gasps, jokingly.

"Meaning you're both just as crazy as each other." They share a laugh.

"I'm so happy, Kimba." Cheryl sighs softly, resting her head onto the blondes shoulder, they follow the teens trail, making sure she doesn't have an epiphany for an unannounced adventure.

Kimberley smiles, giving her wife's side a squeeze, instantly getting Cheryl's attention.

"Hm?"

"Can I have a kiss?" she pouts.

Cheryl giggles, giving the blonde exactly what she requested. Their movement never stops, and their lips forever locked. They could never get enough of their love, and how the butterflies would release in one single action.

"MAM!" Madison shouts, breaking the contact.

"What?" Cheryl breathes, narrowing her eyes at the giggling teen.

"Can we?" She points, an ice ceram parlor in her line of vision.

"It's cold, you'll get sick—"

"It's not like I'm going to have it outside." Madison stomps her foot. "Please?" She pouts.

"Oh go on." Kimberley waves her off.

Cheryl waits until their daughter ran ahead.

"Don't do that." She tells her wife.

"Do what?"

"If I say no, that means no."

"It's just ice cream." Kimberley snorts. "It's not that deep."

Cheryl rolls her eyes, suddenly in a mood, she pushes herself away from her wife's touch and walks ahead.

"Oh you can't be serious?" Kimberley throws her hands up with a sigh. "Here I was going to offer to pay too." She makes a joke, catching up to her moody wife.

"Hey." She giggles, walking behind the Geordie with her hands forcing themselves either side of Cheryl's waist.

"Go away."

"Never." She nuzzles her face into the crook of her wife's neck, "Never. Never." She places smacking kisses.

"Go away!" Cheryl giggles, failing to push her away.

"I'll make it up and get you two scoops."

"I want three." Cheryl puts her nose up into the air and stops outside of the ice cream parlor, "And get me door will ya?"

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It was in her eyes, the way they gleamed with love for the teen. Kimberley could see the happiness taking over Cheryl's being. Of course, she was happy with the blonde, but now.. Now she was complete.

Kimberley was in awe.

"You know," Kimberley whispers, "She's not going to look any different if you look away and give me some attention."

Cheryl giggles, taking her eyes off the teen for the first time and meeting the lovesick blue-greys.

"You jealous?"

"No.. Just don't like not being talked to."

They share a cute giggle.

"How much longer do you think she'll make us stay here for?" Kimberley asks, sighing softly in boredom.

"Aw," Cheryl pouts, snuggling further into her wife's side; the open land giving the winds freedom to invade their space. "She's having fun," Cheryl hums. "Let her fly that kite—"

"I shouldn't have won that damn thing for her—"

"Kimba," The Geordie sits up, pouting cutely at her wife. "Don't be such an ass."

"I'll stop being an ass when you kiss me—"

Cheryl kisses her, forcing her down to the grassed land. They giggle into the lock, both knowing how foolish they must look.

"That's better," Kimberley mumbles into the kiss, arms wrapping tightly around the Geordie with need.

Cheryl begins her endless giggles, breathless and full of love.

"What?" Kimberley tuts.

Cheryl giggles further.

"Are you ill?" Kimberley raises the palm of her hand, placing it to her wife forehead in playfulness. "I think she's losing it!"

"Kimba!" Cheryl giggles, "Stop talking shite!"

"I'll stop talking shite when you tell me what you're laughing at."

"Mum!" Madison shouts, getting them both to immediately jump to their feet. "Its stuck!" The teen points up to the tree, showing the kite tangled up in branches.

"Thank fcuk." The blonde whispers under her breath, earning her a nudge from Cheryl. "I mean.. Oh no." Kimberley sniggers, rushing over to her daughter.

"Can you get it?" Madison asks, looking closely at the red kite.

"It's stuck baby, I'll get you a new one—"

"So we're just going to leave it there?" The teen pouts, meeting eyes with the Geordie.

"Baby, if your Mum goes up there she'll fall and break something.. And then we'll never hear the end of her moans."

The mother and daughter share a giggle.

"Are you starting?" Kimberley widens her eyes, "Do you want a punch!? Both of youse?!"

Madison and Cheryl laugh further, unable to contain their laughter.

"Whatever. We're going home.. Come on." Kimberly walks away, followed by Madison and Cheryl still sniggering behind her.

"Shes bitter when she gets a taste of her own medicine," Cheryl whispers to her daughter, both giggling away.

"I can hear you!"

"No you can nottttt." The Geordie sings back, grabbing a hold of the teen's hand and catching up to a moody Kimberley. "Where we going now?" She had the nerve to ask.

"I'm dropping you both off in hell first,"

They gasp.

"Where the both of youse belong." Kimberley finishes, suppressing a smirk and climbing into the drivers seat.

"She's even funnier when she's moody." Madison giggles, climbing into the backseat with her giggles still very much sounding.

"Hey Mum," She clears her throat, "I was thinking."

Cheryl shuts her door, getting Kimberley to finally begin their journey back home.

"And what was it you were thinking?"

"Maybe we can put the Christmas lights up today?" She pouts, hoping to get the blonde to cave instantly.

"Not today Maddo—"

"But—"

"Tomorrow, I'm far too exhausted to be putting up the lights right now." Kimberley pauses, "But we can do it tomorrow, right in the morning and spend all day.. Okay?" She averts her eyes, glancing in the rearview mirror. "Okay?" She repeats, smiling.

"Aye.. Alright." Madison sighs softly, shuffling back into her seat and gently resting her head against the cool window. She watches the world pass, a light smile lingers to her lips with the thought of tomorrow's family affair.

Cheryl suppresses her excitement, because she too was excited, but wasn't in the mood to be teased by her wife. Although.. She knew it would be coming anytime soon.

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"Today was exhausting," Kimberley, yawns, climbing into bed and waiting for her wife to join.

"You didn't do anything," Cheryl steps out of their ensuite, brushing her teeth and waving her hands about. "The only person that should be exhausted is Maddy," She finishes brushing her teeth and quickly washes her face clean of makeup.

"I'm allowed to moan, it's how I'm feeling." Kimberley huffs, jealous her wife wasn't babying her.

Cheryl giggles, making her way over to join the grump blonde.

"Is it really how you're feeling?" She asks, "Are you exhausted, baby?"

"Yeah..." Kimberley narrows her eyes, "Why are you grinning like that?"

"Hm.. Just thought we would've done other things than sleep tonight," Cheryl sighs cheekily, "Well, better get to sleep then." She fakes a yawn and nuzzles her way beneath the duvet.

Kimberley pouts, "You did that on purpose."

"No.. Old grump Kimba is tired," She shuffles around, glad the darkness hid her grin.

"You little..." Kimberley huffs, turning over and molding herself into the cheeky Geordie, "Sexy time?" She giggles, placing a few kisses along Cheryl's exposed shoulder, trailing them to the nape of her soft neck.

"Kimba." Cheryl giggles, "You're exhausted—"

"Shut up." She shushes, her words muffling against the tasteful skin.

Cheryl gives in, flipping onto her back and claiming her wife's lips with her own.

"Mmm." They groan in unison, Kimberley seemingly finding comfort atop of the petite brunette. Their limbs tangle, their tongues swirl, and their taste becomes one. It was no surprise to both of them when Kimberley's hands began to grope down to her wife's ass; in fact, Cheryl loved a bit of rough touching.

"I love this," Kimberley breathes into the kiss, claiming the laced knickers covered ass, squeezing it along with her teeth nipping Cheryl's lower lip.

"Take this off," Cheryl pants, helping her wife remove the oversized shirt she threw on for bed. They both help each other, discarding each other's clothes until they were both fully naked, panting, hungry, and horny for each other.

The lost teenage girls found their way back into Cheryl and Kimberley. Their laughs and giggles, sweet kisses and mingles being exchanged between the two was innocent, and their love for one another could amount to mountains, shifting and cracking into avalanches.

Both of their hands roam along the skin of each other, the soft, silk, tasteful skin waters their mouths for a taste. It was Cheryl, to Kimberley's surprise who flipped them over, desperately needing to be on top, craving a taste.

"Well, well, well." Kimberley snorts breathlessly, "Look whose got balls—" Cheryl shuts her wife up with a tongue filled kiss, getting the blonde to nearly choke, but she wouldn't have this passion any other way.

Kimberley smirks into the kiss, reaching down and roughly grabbing at Cheryl's perfectly round, flawless backside. She wraps a leg around the Geordies upper thigh, Cheryl doing the same and slowly and ever so gradually, they create a rhythm, with their lips never parting.

"Mmm." Kimberley groans, rolling her tongue along with her wife's, their hips pick up speed and their clits grind against each other's strong thighs. Cheryl loses her breath, slipping her tongue out and resting her face against Kimberley's neck as the speed picks up, her lips work against Kimberley's neck. Both not wanting to be too loud, but the passion was just too fcuking intense.

"Yes.. Yes.. Mmm.. Fcuk baby, fcuk." Kimberley repeats, her hands firmly grabbing Cheryl's arse, it wasn't long until they've reached their peak, both going over and coming undone in each other's arms, a fast pace slows down, and soon enough, they were riding sensually. They remain in each other's arms, breathless and not a single word but a few exchanged groans.

"Mm." Cheryl groans, rolling off the sweating blonde, both glistening in sexual perspiration. "That was good."

"Of course.. It always is with me."

Cheryl reaches over and swats her wife's bare chest, "Smug b*tch."

Kimberley giggles, rolling onto her side and catching her wife's pout.

"You're beautiful, you know." She whispers, smiling softly to the Geordie.

"Eh? How'd you get there?"

"What?" Kimberley pouts, "Can I not look at my wife and admire her—"

"Well, if you've got a wife like us." Cheryl winks, her tongue hanging out from the corner of her mouth. "Eh? Eh?" She winks.

"You're ugly, actually. I take it back."

They share soft giggles, naturally shuffling closer to each other.

"Thank you." Cheryl yawns, resting her head against the blonde's chest, taking comfort in her wife's arms.

"For what?" Kimberley whispers, placing a kiss to Cheryl's head.

"For everything.. For bringing life into this house—"

"Trust me," The blonde snorts, "Without you, there would be no life."

They remain silent, their hearts wandering back to the not-so-sleeping teen, currently traumatized from overhearing her parents having sex.