Well, I go back to uni in about two 48 hours, so my posting is going to get more and more sparce. SO, here is my last update of summer 2018.
This is going to be a three part series!
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Jadelyn August West
July 26th, 1994
Jadelyn
Jeffery Oliver had a very specific life planned for his children. Blake, his oldest son, would take over the company. Jadelyn, his daughter, would be a valuable business tool, and would hopefully be a great face for PR. Jackson, the youngest, would probably lead in an executive position on the board of trustees.
None of this went as planned.
Blake, would have joined the company, if his father would have considered taking a less conservative political stance. He was a talented businessman, but he and his husband Stephen are too happy to work for someone who doesn't believe they should be recognized as a legal couple.
Jackson, he has about twenty years before he can be considered for any position. The seven-year-old has potential, Jeffery believes.
Jadelyn, though. She was even more disappointing than Blake. She dedicated herself to the arts- which is of no use. Jeffery always thought she was so intelligent, and had limitless potential. She was such a pretty face, like her mother. Until she pierced it of course.
Jadelyn had asked many times to be called Jade, and corrected him every time he introduced her as "his daughter, Jadelyn."
To which Jade would reply, "it's Jade, for the last time."
"Jadelyn is your given name, and it's how I will address you."
And that's how the conversation would end, every time.
Jeffery never came to accept his daughter and her passions. Not when she got cast in a TV series. Not when she had a few singles on the radio, or when she went on tour with Cat Valentine. Not when she won her first Oscar.
When she told him she was getting married, he told her she was finally being reasonable with her lifestyle.
Jadelyn West, never talked to her father after that day.
Jade, Baby Jade
Alexis West adored all her children. Her oldest son, who she was happy to attend the wedding of (even more so because it would spite his father). Her baby son, who was very much a baby still, in comparison to her 30-year-old oldest child.
And of course, Alexis adored her daughter. Her baby Jade.
Alexis showered her daughter with all the best things. Every dance lesson, every piano lesson, art classes, beautiful clothes, anything a little girl could want. This was until Jeffery left her for a younger version, leaving her with her three kids he would have visit once a month. Jeffery of course, blamed Alexis for Jade's passion in arts.
Now, Alexis was a sweet woman, but she was overwhelmed and overworked. She wasn't home often, leaving Jade to take care of Jackson while she was in high school.
"Jade, baby, I need you to get Jackson from school."
Despite Jade having rehearsals, homework, or her own life, she would get saddled with her three-year-old little brother, after preschool. Jade never grew to resent her brother, her mother on the other hand, was another story.
Jade rebelled specifically against her mother- dyeing her hair, piercing her face. She had ink embedded into her skin in rebellion against her mother.
Alexis supported her dreams, though. She came to her showcases, attended her premiers, and watched every episode of her series proudly. She told all her friends about her daughter, singing on the radio.
When Jade graduated, Alexis preached about all the beautiful things her baby Jade was going to do.
When Jade married Beck, Alexis West cried, happy that someone made her daughter a little less miserable.
When Alexis met her granddaughter, she flung her arms around Jade's shoulders, her blonde hair mixing with Jade's brown, and she cried into her neck.
"Baby Jade, I'm so proud of you."
Jadey
Cat valentine was very young when she met Jade West, when the older girl scared off some fellow kindergarteners who were bullying Cat on the playground. From that day forward, Cat declared Jade her best friend- Her Jadey.
It was a nickname Cat knew to never say in front of anyone- except Back. Jade allowed that between the two of them, just like she would call her Kitty when they were alone.
It was when Cat was particular emotional that 'Jadey' would slip out.
When Cat was particularly scared, for example. When her Nona got sent to the hospital, Sam got Jade on the phone for her immediately.
The only words she could get out were "Jadey..I'm really scared." And Jade was already at the hospital to meet here when she arrived.
When Cat was overly happy, too. When she got her record deal, Jade again was her first call. "Jadey! Guess what guess what guess what!"
The first time a boy broke her heart, then too. When she whimpered into the phone, "Am I not good enough, Jadey?" It took everything in Jade not to commit homicide that very night. There were tires slit with scissors, however.
Cat was the only one who got to call her Jadey.
Babe, Baby, Sweetheart
There wasn't another person on earth who could get away with 'pet names' for Jade. Beck Oliver had been getting away with it since he was fourteen years old.
Babe, was his favorite. Anytime he said it, he could feel Jade relax under his hands.
"Babe, calm down." Along with a few strokes of her hair, would be enough to calm Jade from any rampage she was feeling.
"Shh, Baby, you're okay," was enough, when she would wake up from any nightmare- which she was embarrassed enough from having in the first place. It would take ten years before she would admit that her favorite place in the world was with Beck, alone in the RV, in his arms.
Beck would be the only person who would ever be allowed to call Jade anything 'romantic.'
Her favorite, was when Beck couldn't remember her real name.
"Fuck, baby, " was probably her favorite.
She'll never admit how much she loves it, though.
Mama
"Shh, Piper, mama's got you." Jade cooed to her daughter, the one year old burying her face in Jade's dark hair.
The little girl whimpered softly into the side of her mother's neck, tears dripping off of her cheeks into black fabric of Jade's tshirt.
"Mama-"She whispered, patting Jade's hair in a way that soothed herself. "Mama."
It was one of her five words she knew, and to Beck's disappointment, it was definitely her favorite.
"Yeah, baby, I'm right here." She promised, glancing out of the window. It was dark, and a bit stormy out, which was likely the source of her daughter's tears. "Mama loves you." She whispered again, kissing the thick black hair on her head.
Of all the names people called her, Mama, was her favorite of all.
A little Jade-centric fic to wrap up the summer writing frenzy I've had!
Next update will be in the next week or so, and will be Beck's names.
Thank you again for reading!