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Madison was a very complex teen; no one could ever understand her. She was a puzzle, with pieces far too lost for anyone to find and complete. She was a mystery. She was adventure. She was deep and she was a soul now set free.

The teen awakes that morning, after finally forcing herself to sleep, with her parent's moans echoing and left behind into the night. She awoke with a sigh, the winter sunrays creeping into her bedroom, just like they always have. She never slept with the curtains closed; it was her way of keeping Christopher alive, like the warmth of the morning light.

"Mmm." She groans, rolling over to her side and yawning in the process. Her smile slowly creeps to the shape of her naturally pouty lips, sleepy eyes half opened, with a deep inhale of lavender lingering in the air.

She really did love this home.

It was almost like yesterday, when she entered those doors alongside the x-factor contestants. The first time she felt her heart melt, her soul liquefying into a puddle of liquid gold.

She really did love this home.

Maybe all this time of hoping and praying to finally meet her biological parents was worth it. Of course, she will always love Connor and Clara, they will always be her parents no matter what they have all endured. She wasn't the best daughter, she'd thought, I was always far too busy getting into trouble, trying to run free and faraway from everyone.

Now.. Now she never wanted to leave.

She loved Kimberley and Cheryl.

She loved her father, Jamie.

Her life was strange to most, but it was just her kind of perfect.

"MADISON!" Kimberley shouts, just outside her daughters' bedroom.

"A little louder, mother." Her voice cracks to life, "Lord knows we're the only fcuking ones miles away from the fcuking city." She mumbles under her breath.

"You know," The blonde lets herself in. "For someone that says she wanted to decorate today, you know, in case you forgot," Kimberley settles down on the edge of the bed, reaching out and stroking her daughters hair. "You sure are doing a hell of a job, princess." She winks, playfully.

"It's still early—"

"It's nearly noon," Kimberley raises an eyebrow, lowering her head down and whispering the last of her sentence. "You know, if your Mam wasn't the one who pushed you out of her kooka I'd think you were my daughter."

"Eh?" Madison pulls a face, "Kooka?" She snorts.

"Yeah.. Vagina if you wish to call it, I know you kids and your—"

"Ewww—"

"Dramatic nature," Kimberley stands up. "Up you get, we've got a day of—"

"HURRY YOUR ARSES UP!"

"Decorating." The blonde rolls her eyes, "You've unleashed a monster I'll have you know."

Madison giggles, allowing her mother to drag her out of bed. "What do you mean?" She asks.

"Oh you just wait and see, your Mam? You know her? Yeah, well she's long gone now.. You've got a fcuking elf downstairs decorating up and down, hell even side-to-side, fcuking everywhere." She sighs, "I've already got a headache. Is it too early to drink?" She asks, hypothetically.

Madison could do nothing but laugh, finding all this too comical. It was then she noticed Christmas tunes blaring out of the house speakers, and soon enough Cheryl came into her line of vision, just as she stepped down from the last step. Wearing her little elf hat, and necklace.. That seemed to be lighting repeatedly in Christmas colors.

"Erm....." Madison clears her throat, "It's not actually Christmas, Mam."

"It will be – here put this on." The Geordie forces a Santa hat atop of her daughters head and smacks a kiss to her cheek, "Morningggggg."

"What in the.. Hell." Madison breathes, watching her Mam skip away whilst humming some Christmas tunes.

"Your fault—"

"Mine? What?" Madison gasps, catching up with the blonde.

"She's been like this all morning," Kimberley groans, "What do you want for breakfast?" She huffs, taking a look at her daughter in the red hat. "You still look cute in that hat, so I'll give you that."

Madison rolls her eyes, "Can you make me pancakes?" She asks, pouting.

"Sure, I'll see what I can do.. How many Mado's do I have anyways?"

"I would hope only one." The teen giggles, hopping onto the counter, swinging her legs childishly as her eyes follow the blonde around the kitchen.

"Alright you lot," Cheryl sashays her way back into the kitchen, a grin worth a Kodak moment. "I've taken out all the Christmas boxes and set them in the living room."

"Okay but can we eat first?" Madison asks, accepting the jammed toast handed to her by Kimberley.

"You look adorable," Cheryl giggles, hopping up and sitting beside her daughter.

"Youse both look like idiots." Kimberley comments, "I wont—"

"Uh-ah, don't finish that sentence," Cheryl stops her wife, "You said that last year and the year before that and the year—"

"We get it." Kimberley huffs, "Here's your breakfast Mado," She stacks the pancakes into a plate and slides it over to her.

"Thanks," The teen accepts the plate, already shoveling the delicious pancakes down her throat. "So, what's, next?" She asks in-between chews.

"Well," Cheryl nearly squeals, fists clenched in excitement. "Tree—"

"We usually do the house before the trees, babe—"

"We're not doing the outside! Not after your fall last year—"

"You fell?" Madison asks, giggling slightly.

"No.. Not.. Not like that." Kimberley's cheeks blush, eyes shift, feet shuffle.

"You do that too?" Madison giggles, "You're a bad liar—"

"Am not!"

Cheryl giggles along with her daughter.

"She fell on her arse," The Geordie hops off the counter and makes her way over to the burning red blonde, wrapping an arm around her waist. "It's a good thing she's got all this tush padded back here." She gives the blondes plumped backside a squeeze.

"Hands off!" Kimberley squirms away, "You're not allowed to touch my arse when you're making fun!"

"I'm not!" Cheryl giggles, evidentially lying.

"Both of yous!" Kimberley narrows her eyes at the giggling fools, "Out, out, out – go do something productive!" She shoos them out, leaving her to catch a peaceful silence before the storm of today.

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"You know," Kimberley begins, throwing a bit of silver tinsel to the towering tree, placed in the far left corner of the large living room space. "It's usually me acting immature – Cheryl! Put her down!" The blonde yelps, dropping everything in hand and pulling Madison right off her Mam's shoulders.

"What?" The teen whines, huffing in her spot. "We have to put the star—"

"That goes at the end—"

"I didn't read the rule book," Madison rolls her eyes. "You're not making this fun – chill."

Cheryl bites her lower lip, "Baby, what's the big deal if we skip a few steps? She wants to put the star up now."

"Agh," The blonde groans. "Fine.. But let me help, I'm stronger than your Mam you know—"

"I'm strong enough I'll have you know!" Cheryl bites back, "Get on me back then." She squats down, Madison slotting her legs either side of her Mam's shoulders. "Told ya!" Cheryl adds, hoisting her right up, with the top of the tree in the teen's line of vision.

"Star." Madison holds a hand out, getting the large gold star placed in her hand.

"Careful," Kimberley breathes, placing her hand firmly to her daughters lower back and making sure she doesn't fall right off the unsteady Geordie.

"See!" Madison waves her hands, "Now we can work on this masterpiece."

"Okay now off you get." Kimberley grabs a hold of her, taking her right off once again.

"Sheesh," The teen huffs.

"Don't sheesh me, you could have fallen off—"

"But did I..." She challenges her Mother, "Did I though?"

"Fine, be that way. Last time I ever care." Kimberley rolls her eyes, going right back to her tinsel throwing.

"Don't be mean Sweets." Cheryl raises an eyebrow, helping her wife with the tinsel.

Madison sighs, "I'm sorry—"

"Wasn't looking for an apology." Kimberley says dryly, keeping her focus on the tree.

"Look I know you care – I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Come on.. Grab some tinsel and add your bit of decoration to the tree." Kimberley smiles, assuring the teen that everything was okay. "Come on you lump of potatoes—"

"Hey! What's is that supposed to mean—"

"That you should stop eating all them sugar cookies and start contributing."

"Fine.... One more and I'll really help..." Madison stuffs her mouth with the last sugar cookie without a single bit of shame.

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The ambiance was a different setting this year for the Tweedy-Walsh women. So maybe the tree didn't look all too perfect, or the decoration around the house wasn't their usual perfection. But it was perfect to them, because their daughter, although she's made a mess out of it, has given the place a touch of love.

The house didn't feel so lonely this year.

This year was different.

This year was special.

"So what's next?" Madison sits herself down into the Geordie's lap and wraps her arms around her Mam's shoulders tightly.

"What do you mean.." Kimberley trails off, completely shattered from today.

"So, we decorated—"

"If you can call it that." Kimberley mumbles under her breath.

"What's that?" the teen asks, a smile remaining to her lips.

"Nothing..." The blonde trails off, catching a glimpse of her wife's scowl.

"What are we going to eat?" Madison asks, unfazed with her mother's rudeness. "I'm so hungry—"

"We just had some biscuits and—"

"I want like actual food," The teen cuts her Mam off, "I want a burger and chips." She hops off the Geordie's lap, clapping her hands together. "Can we go out?"

"Well I mean," Kimberley clears her throat, "We can always stay in and order a takeaway."

"Why would we do that? It's still early—"

"It's nearly ten—"

"You're so bloody old – Mam you wanna go just us two?"

Cheryl goes to speak but is cut off by her wife.

"What? Am I not invited anymore?" She asks, an eyebrow rose in question.

"Well you're the one moaning about going out at godly hours." The teen rolls her eyes, suppressing a smirk.

"Moaning??" The blonde gasps, "I was only suggesting for us to stay in, watch a nice film and turn on the fire."

Madison's eyes meet Cheryls, both holding back a laugh.

"If the both of youse are going to laugh at me – I swear to god!" Kimberley stands up, annoyed with the two. "Fine I don't want to go anyways." She stomps her way out of the front room, just in time for Cheryl and Maddy to burst into giggles.

"You're," Cheryl giggles, "A little sh*t." She finishes with a snort.

"She's so easy to wind up." They giggle in unison.

"I CAN HEAR YOU C*NTS!" Kimberley shouts from the kitchen, storming back in with a pint of ice cream in hand, spoon in the other and a mouth ready to devour the entire thing. "I don't appreciate the both of youse." She splatters her words, uncaring of the mess of ice cream she's creating.

"We didn't even say anything Mrs. Sensitive Sally," Maddy rolls her eyes, although desperate to burst into laughter at her Mum's behavior.

"I don't understand," Kimberley swallows the frozen treat, "The bullying with youse today."

"Mum—"

"Mado—"

"Mum—"

"Mado—"

"Will you both shut your pie-holes!" Cheryl cuts in, instantly getting both of them to instantly shut up. "Kimberley. Go get dressed we're going out for dinner, and throw that ice cream out—"

"But—"

"No buts. I said go."

"Hmph." The blonde stomps her foot and childishly storms out of the living room.

"That was funny." Madison laughs.

"What're you laughing at?" Cheryl furrows her eyebrows, "Get up and get dressed too."

"But—"

"No buts. I said go."

"Hmph." Madison's attitude mirrored Kimberley's and it's almost as if she was biologically related to both women. Life had gifted them with the teen, even if she was too cheeky for her own damn good.

Before time had begun to tick too late, they were driving to a nice restaurant in the city.

"You know," Madison breaks the silence. "I've never been out for dinner so late – well not with my parents at least. We always used to have dinner at six o'clock sharp," She takes a breath. "Dessert was usually an hour after dinner.." She remembers, "And well.. Then we'd split up."

Cheryl and Kimberley share a look.

"Well you don't have to worry about dumb times to be at the dinner table—"

"Kimberley." Cheryl whispers.

"What?" She shrugs, "I think it's really silly to have a schedule to sit with your family for dinner." She shrugs once more, catching her daughters light smile in the rearview mirror.

"My friend.. Well, not really my friend.. Well, she was my friend but then she didn't want to be my friend and then.. well, she is-was sorta my friend—"

"Get to the point Mado."

Madison takes a deep breath, "Her family never used to really sit at the dinner table together. The food would be made and everyone goes about their business."

"Is that.. Something you prefer?" Cheryl asks, hesitantly.

"No.. No not really." Madison shrugs, "Although she really liked her own space, I mean.. Everyone likes space from time-to-time, but sitting around a table with the people who you love and love you the same if not more is really rewarding for me."

Before either Mother had a chance to reply to the rambling teen the car came to a stop outside the valet parking. It was typical of the couple, fine dining, and five star restaurants. Every once and awhile Kimberley would take Cheryl somewhere out of their element, on very rare.. Rare occasions. Today wasn't one of those rare occasions.

"Why is it so dark in here?" Madison asks, the dimly lit restaurant making it difficult to watch her step.

"Don't be so dramatic," Kimberley whispers.

"Here we are," The hostess shows them to their table and places the menus elegantly down.

"This restaurant is too romantic for a family meal." Madison comments, sitting herself down beside the Geordie and taking comfort against Cheryl's side.

"They have good food here—"

"Yeah well, I feel like I'm going to be proposed to any second now." The teen comments, head in the menu.

"You're too young to be thinking about marriage." Kimberley scolds her, "And that goes for dating too."

"Calm down." Madison sits up, "It's not like I'm sucking off the first guy that looks at me—"

"Watch your mouth," Kimberley hisses, looking around the restaurant, glad nobody is paying attention to them. "And lower your voice."

"What's so wrong with dating anyways?" Madison asks, her voice much lower. "Not that anyone takes much notice in me anyways – don't worry you have nothing to worry about."

"I'm sure that's not true sweets," Cheryl pouts, affectionately rubbing her daughters back.

"Not like anyone has ever asked me out though." She shrugs, giving the menu back her attention.

"Well, maybe boys have tried to—"

"Why do you always have to go straight to boys anyways?" Kimberley rolls her eyes at the Geordie, "Maybe she doesn't even like boys—"

"Maybe she does, I was just saying in general."

"Well maybe she's too young to know what she prefers—"

"You knew you were gay the second you were born, I don't know what you're talking about." Cheryl rolls her eyes.

"I like boys." Madison cuts in, "Can we stop talking about my sexual preference now?"

"Are you sure you like boys?" Kimberley asks, "Because you can tell me you prefer the V rather than the D."

"Mum!"

"Kimberley!"

"Are you all ready to order?"

Kimberley snorts, "I think I am—"

"Wait I didn't even see what I wanted—"

"You've practically had the menu glued to your face the entire time—"

"But I don't know what to get—"

"Would you like the kids menu?" The waitress asks, "We have some delicious chicken fingers on there."

Madison frowns, "No I don't want the kids menu."

"I'll order for us." Cheryl sighs softly, ordering the family various amounts of different food items off the menu, just incase little Maddy didn't like something, she could always try another.

"So, back to the V talk." Kimberley brings the topic back up, reaching over her plate for Madison's burger.

"Hey!"

"I just want a bite," She takes a generous amount with no shame. "This is really nice." She reaches back over and sets it down into her daughter's plate.

"Don't you know it's rude to eat from someone's plate before they've touched it?"

"Don't you know I'm your Mother so I can do whatever I want." Kimberley smirks devilishly, licking her fingers from any grease.

"You two are always down each other's throats," Cheryl comments, tucking into her pasta dish.

"That's not true," Kimberley disagrees, "We've gotten along plenty... Right Mado?"

"Yeah." The teen nods, eating away at her burger, "Remember when you sang to me—"

"You sang to her?" Cheryl nearly chokes, "Are you sure? Kimba? Singing? She didn't sing for us until we were enegaged! And I didn't even know she could sing!"

"What?" Madison frowns, "Really? I asked her to sing to me once – remember Mum?"

"You're putting me into sh*t I'll have you know." Kimberely breathes, "She had a bad dream and I just so happened to be in the paino room that night."

"Ya gonna sing for us then tonight."

"What? Come on. Is this my punichment?"

"Pretty much," They eat in unison, "Your voice is stunning, baby. You should always sing." Cheryl adds, her mouth filled with fettuccini Alfredo.

"Not as good as yours, baby."

"No yours."

"No yours."

They flirt back and forth.

"You both suck," Madison cuts in, "Now stop undressing each other and eat the damn food. I want to go home after this – no wait. I want to go get ice cream before going home and then youse are going to tuck me into bed and we're going to watch a nice long film—"

"Not—"

"Yes. We're going to watch the wild life documentary and that's that." Madison sticks her nose up.

"But I was thinking to have some sexy time with your Mam you see—"

"Not this time. Close your V for the night." Madison spurts out, getting everyone on the table to go quiet..... and then... Laughter.