Hey! Sorry for the long delay in updating my stories. I had 5 exams this week and I really needed to revise for them so this has taken a bit of a backseat. I still have two exams left but they are in two weeks so I thought I'd write this as I had a break!

Hope you are all still reading my stories and I thought this would just be a bit of a change for me to write before I attempt to write any more chapters for my other stories. It will either be three or four chapters long, depending on where this story takes its self!

It's set in August last year (2009) and Archie and Peggy's wedding took place without any interruption from Danielle. Ronnie doesn't know the truth and Danielle decided to keep her baby.

Danielle sat patiently in the lounge of the Vic, her eyes nervously darting across the room as she twiddled her fingers on her lap; her bulging belly making every position uncomfortable. She sighed loudly before placing one hand around the locket hung delicately around her neck and the other protectively on her bump. Her head was spinning, her thought confused and tangled as she sat there; today was the day she was going to tell Ronnie the truth. Even the thought made her feel queasy, this was Ronnie Mitchell – pristine, beautiful, sophisticated, and successful – everything Danielle wasn't.

Her cruel treatment of Danielle this past year was imprinted on Danielle's mind, her abandonment, her twisted and spiteful words and evil looks. Her mother was supposed to be everything, be her everything and she was supposed to be her mother's everything, but things were different with Ronnie Mitchell. Everything was supposed to be ok after the cancelled abortion but Ronnie had continued to let her down again and again, betraying the memory and hopes of her only child.

It was now the 18th August and Danielle had been in Walford for exactly a year, now having the courage to reveal her true identity. The plan was simple, yet effective. She would reveal the truth and abandon her mother, just like her mother had done all those times. She wanted, more than anything for her own child, to have a mother who cared, who actually loved her and held her – everything Ronnie hadn't been. Lizzie had taken that place, and although she had been wonderful, she never really was 'mum'.

Danielle swiftly moved her hand from her locket, before removing it from her neck and placing it into the pocket on her dress. She felt disgusting – Stacey had compared her to a whale, a beautiful whale, but a whale all the same – and even though she knew her best friend was joking, Danielle was a little too sensitive for jokes at the moment. She had 6 weeks left until her due date and with every hour that passed her situation was becoming more and more daunting and more uncomfortable.

She had decided to keep her baby – against Ronnie's best wishes but now she couldn't help but feel she had made a mistake. Ronnie wouldn't want her now – a baby to remind her of the one she disposed of all those years ago. The floorboard creaked outside the living room door and Danielle stood up, ready to finally face the mother that had let her down. Instead, she was surprised to see her granddad stood there, his look of shock slowly fading away when he saw his eldest granddaughter.

"Danielle," He whispered before closing the door behind him, "Shouldn't you be at home resting?"

"I…I came here to tell Ronnie," Danielle stumbled over her words despite her best efforts to try and remain confident. Something about Archie Mitchell always made her thoughts be doubted. Archie moved over to the sofa, sitting down beside Danielle, resting his head in his hands as he tried to persuade his granddaughter to keep the truth to herself and not ruin the father-daughter relationship he had just forged.

"I've told you before, Danni, Ronnie doesn't want to know. It will push her over the edge and with you being pregnant now – I just don't think she can handle it," He spoke softly and his voice was unrecognisable for a moment, almost as if her cared, but the last sentence was spat out. Ronnie's daughter, the baby she had longed for was here but she would ruin everything for him, he thought. Ronnie just wouldn't understand his need to protect them both from each other.

"But she needs to know…" Danielle begged, her voice cracking underneath her attempts to make it fade away, "My…my baby has a right to know her even if she doesn't want to know me,"

Archie raised his head from his hands, the girl had a point. But his needs came before hers, naturally, and he needed Ronnie. "That baby – your baby – will bring back too many bad memories for her Danielle; remind her of what she hasn't got. She doesn't think times moved on, she still thinks of you as a baby, not as an adult. It'll be too much for her,"

"But…I…I need her," Danielle whispered, the tears on the verge of spilling out of her eyes, "I need my mum,"

"Look, it's not good for you or the baby for you to get stressed Danielle," Archie attempted to soothe as her saw his granddaughter become worked up, desperately not wanting her to bring any more attention to them, "Why don't you go home and have a rest and I'll sort this out,"

Danielle stood up, slowly, as she shook her head allowing the tears to gently fall down her checks, "No," she said adamantly as she protected her baby bump as best she could. Ronnie needed to know now so that she could move on, so they both could move on, "Ronnie needs to know, she has to know who I am,"

Archie sighed loudly, adamant that his plan was going to work albeit Danielle's reluctance, "Danielle it isn't good for you or the baby. Telling Ronnie will just make everything worse and add extra stress,"

"But Ronnie needs to know!" Danielle said, slightly louder than she expected as the door was pushed open. A small draught made its way around Danielle's swollen ankles, feeling like heaven as they stood in the sweaty room, reliving Danielle from the heat, but also causing her body to freeze as her eyes caught those of Ronnie.

"I need to know what?" Ronnie asked suspiciously, as she folded her arms whilst remaining on the raised step in the lounge. Her eyes moved from her father to Danielle, the daughter she didn't know, and back again. She transfixed them onto Danielle's growing bump, her thought whirling around what could have been and how she wished she could go back twenty years and fight more to keep her baby, her little daughter Amy. "Go on," she pushed again when she received no reply.

"Danielle was just going, weren't you?" Archie spoke quietly, as he indicated for his granddaughter to leave, however Danielle remained adamant and kept her ground, refusing to move from where she was currently stood. Unable to keep eye contact with Ronnie, she lowered her head and her eyes forced their way onto the floor.

"No…I…need to tell you something Ronnie," Danielle whispered, instantly regretting her words as she saw Ronnie's face of thunder, staring at her and then to her bump and back.

"Go on then Danielle," Ronnie replied, weary of what this girl had to say to her. She had dragged up memories Ronnie had wished she wouldn't have to replay in her mind. As time went on, they became harder for her to recall, almost as if she were afraid of forgetting her little girl's face. If she tried she could remember her daughter's musky baby smell and the touch of her soft skin on hers, as her little baby wrapped her hand around Ronnie's thumb. A magical moment which had been ripped away by her father.

Ronnie felt her breath hitch in her throat as the nurse passed her, her little daughter. Never in her life had she felt so much love for another human, but this baby, this perfect little bundle of joy was her Amy, her baby, all hers…

Her eyes filled with happy tears as she felt her daughter in her arms for the first time, Ronnie treasuring every second with her baby. "Hello Amy," Ronnie whispered as she saw her baby's big blue eyes meet with hers, her daughter was perfect, absolutely perfect. She ruffled her daughter's blonde tufts of hair before smiling back down at her daughter, "I'm your mummy,"

She moved her hand back down to her daughter's side as she closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the wonderful moment. A second later, she felt the small touch of her daughter's skin against hers, pulling her eyes open with excitement. She looked down and saw her daughter staring at the gold ring Joel had given her.

Her baby's eyes lit up as it shone in the different light when Ronnie flexed her hand; as Ronnie felt the butterflies in her stomach. The love for her daughter was beyond anything she had experienced before. Ronnie moved her hand closer to Amy's face, as Amy moved her little arms up and wrapped her whole hand around Ronnie's thumb, fascination once again fading across her face.

The tears were unable to be controlled as Ronnie fought to hold them back, her daughter – her Amy – it was more than she could have ever imagined. "I love you so much Amy," she whispered.

"I…I…" Danielle stuttered, unsure of how to break the news to her unbemused mother. Archie had warned her that Ronnie was mentally unstable, and now she had finally decided to tell her, words failed her.

"Danielle, I don't have all day!" Ronnie replied, as she sighed loudly, raising her eyebrows at this girl in front of her. Archie, still remained seated, cautiously watched the exchange between the pair. "What is it Danielle?" Ronnie raised her voice, unintentionally, but scaring her daughter all the same. She hated it when Ronnie shouted.

Upon seeing Danielle's reluctance, Archie stepped in, as he stood up from the sofa, "I think you should go home Danielle,"

"No!" Danielle shouted, "You keep telling me to not tell her but I can't – not this time. She needs to know," The anger inside her, that had built up these past 12 months, had finally escaped – the anger for Ronnie, for Archie and even for herself.

"I need to know what Danielle?" Ronnie questioned again, this time quieter and more soothing as she realised the effect it could have on the baby.

"That you're my mother!" Danielle breathed, unable to summon any energy any more to be bothered about anything. Secretly, she cared, she cared so much, but she couldn't let Ronnie see and break it down. She had already broken Danielle's heart beyond repair.

Confusion flooded Ronnie's face, "What? You're lying, you're lying. You…my...my baby is dead Danielle, she's dead. She died 13 years ago," Ronnie said – her words quieting as she said the last words, as she felt her heart pain, the pain of losing her daughter so tragically once again ripping her heart open.

"No…no I'm not, I'm not Ronnie, you're my mum," Danielle begged as she saw flashes of anger across Ronnie's face. She couldn't deal with another rejection; she was too weak, too pathetic.

"Danielle look, I'm not your mother," Ronnie shrugged Danielle off as the pregnant teenager moved closer towards her, her pleading eyes causing Ronnie to tear her own away. "You…you are not my child,"

"Please Ronnie, I am…I am," Danielle pleaded with Ronnie to believe her, all she wanted was her mum. Her mum…Ronnie. She attempted to move closer but only ended up repelling Ronnie away even further. The stress wasn't good for the baby, Danielle knew that, but she just wanted to hear the words from her mother that she had longed for all her life, the love she craved from the successful blonde.

Keeping her arms crossed, and the anger flash across her face, Ronnie stared at her father, who had kept very quiet through out this exchange. She poised her lips as she saw him approach the distressed teenager, his hand outstretched; Ronnie unsure of what he was going to do.

"Danielle, I think you should go home," he said before approaching Danielle and whispering in her ear, "I told you, it was all too soon,"

Danielle's watery eyes moved to Archie's face, a look of desperation and rejection behind her eyes. The sun was still streaming through the window and the cold air that had entered the room when Ronnie had arrived had long disappeared, "I…I can't. I…I just, Ronnie…"

"Danielle, look. You leave it to me and I'll sort it out," He attempted to soothe, but Danielle had other ideas, as she attempted to reach into her pocket and pull out the golden chained locket, much to Archie's dismay as he attempted to stop her.

"Ronnie, please I have the locket. It has a picture of you when you were little inside it, please I am her, I'm Amy," Danielle sobbed as Archie opened the living room door, his arms tightly around Danielle's. She placed her hands around her bump as a shooting pain shot up through her body, her body screaming in agony, but yet no sound escaping from her mouth.

Ronnie followed the two down the stairs, as Danielle continued to whither in pain. She couldn't help but feel concerned for this teenager, as she saw flashes of hurt scream into her eyes. She had mentioned something about a locket, but Ronnie had no idea if she was telling the truth or if she was her Amy.

But her Amy was dead, her father had admitted it, Danielle couldn't be her. Her father wouldn't lie would he?

"Ronnie please, you're my mum," Danielle begged one last time as they reached the bottom of the stairs, cradling her bump as she attempted to block out the pain.

Ronnie couldn't stand this teenager hurting her more than she had already, the memories continuously being raked over and over, "I am not your mum!" she screeched into Danielle's face as she saw the youngster cower away from her, still tight under Achie's grip, "You –" she pointed at her daughter, the tears continuously falling down her cheeks, "You are not my daughter! I don't ever want to see you again! Your pathetic face or your baby!"

Danielle's breath hitched in her throat before her body cowered in pain once more – something was wrong with the baby, she could sense it. She wasn't due for another six weeks – her baby, her precious baby, the child she thought that would repair the rift between her and Ronnie, was in danger and Danielle didn't know what to do.

"Get out! Just get out!" Ronnie screeched once more as she opened the back door and practically forced the pregnant girl out of Archie's grip and out of the door. She couldn't feel guilty any more for hurting this girl; she had caused her more pain than anyone. She slammed the door shut as Danielle left the building in agonizing pain, sighing loudly as she leant against the door, her fathers smug smile smiling back at her.

Among all the commotion, a golden locket had fallen out of a teenager's pocket, waiting to be found by the woman who meant everything. But how long would it take for a mother and daughter, both longing for each other, to be reunited?