Chapter one

Time. There goes a major source of stress for some people. There goes the minutes we've all been waiting for to end. There goes the minutes we've all wished we could have more. Four fifty five. In some place of the world, people are going to bed. In others, people are waking up. In this room, the sound of the clock was surrounding the quiet work place. Four fifty five p.m. Five minutes left. Five minutes left of work until the end of the end. Five minutes left of work until the weekend.

The woman in the room couldn't concentrate anymore, just like every two Friday, five minutes before leaving the building. Now if people were in her mind, they would think she hates her job. If her clients were in her head at this very moment, they wouldn't trust her with their most intimate problems. But, she loved her job. She loved everything about it. She was passionate about analyzing but, that doesn't mean she couldn't be anxious about the weekend. She didn't have much to come home to, in fact, one on two weekends; she didn't have anything to come home to. But this weekend, she had her daughter and just like every Friday after work, they would go eat dinner and then go to the movies, shopping or do something else. That was their day. Her daughter was her best friend. The woman, Miley, had her daughter at the age of eighteen. Unfortunately, things didn't work out between her and her boyfriend, Nick. Of course, they were both so young.

Miley never saw her daughter as a mistake. In fact, it was the total opposite, she loved her so much. She always wanted a daughter. She always loved trying different hair styles and every possible way to wear makeup. When she found out she was going to have a daughter, she was so happy to finally apply and share all those things with her little girl, even though she was a bit young to have a daughter. Hers and Nick's parents helped a lot which gave them the chance to go to University and get a job.

Five. She smiled to herself in her office and gathered her things together. She took her coat and put it on walking out of her office. "I'm out of here!" She smiled while throwing her hands in the air. "Have fun with Haylie-Grace." Taylor, her receptionist smiled. "Thank you! Have a Nice weekend, see you on Monday!" Miley smiled and walked out of the building and to her car. Then she started driving to Nick's house to pick her daughter up.

Nick wasn't angry when he found out Miley was pregnant either. He was shocked, just like her, but he loves her. Unlike Miley though, when they broke up, he started a new life. Miley and Nick stayed together for a year after they had Haylie-Grace. Fifteen years later, he's married and has two kids with another woman. But even though he's not with Miley anymore, that doesn't change the fact that he loves his first child. When they broke up, they decided to have their daughter one week each. At first, it was hard for both of them, and it still was, a bit more for Miley since Haylie-Grace is the only one she has.

"Hi, Miley," Nick said opening the door with his son in his arms. No one could denied that Nick was an amazing father. That's probably what saddens Miley the most. She wished their daughter could have spent her life with both her parents.

"Hi. Is Haylie ready?" She smiled. They manage to stay on good term after the break up, they had too. They weren't best friend of anything but they weren't enemies for sure, either.

"Um, she's still with one of her friend. I'll text her to come downstairs." Nick replied and took his phone out with one hand, still holding his son with the other arm.

"Really? Can't you just yell at her?" Miley laughed.

"Nicole and Sophia are sleeping." Nick replied referring to his wife and his daughter.

"Oh, sorry," Miley replied but Nick didn't have the time to say anything back, their daughter and her friend were already at the door. Miley smiled immediately and gave a hug to her daughter. She then smiled at the unknown girl next to her.

"Hi, I'm Miley. Haylie-Grace's mother." She smiled and extends her arm to the other girl. The girl, who was about the same age as her daughter, smiled back and shook Miley's arm, "Emily." She replied.

"Nice to meet you." Miley smiled and turn her look to her daughter. "Ready for tonight Grace? I thought we could go eat and then go to the salon and get a mani and a pedicure!"

"Actually, mom, I'd like to talk with you and dad…" Haylie-Grace replied. Miley looked at her daughter, then at Nick and back to her daughter. "Eum, Okay." She finally replied.

"Why don't you come in?" Nick proposed. Miley nodded and walked in his house. As she did, she couldn't help but notice Haylie's style. It was so different from the clothes she was wearing at home, she thought. They all went to the living room, Emily included. Nick had put Gavin, his son away with his toys as they all sit in the living room.

"Okay, um…" Haylie-Grace started while playing with her hands. There's a sign of stress, Miley thought. She knew them all; after all, it was her job to analyze human's acts. "It's not easy for me to say this… I know you might be disappointed and you might hate me—"

"We could never hate you, Haylie." Nick interrupted. Miley on her side, was too busy analyzing each and every moves of Haylie.

"Okay… Well, um, you see… " She continued. "I, what I want to say is, I'm… I'm … gay." She almost whispered with tears filling in her eyes. Nick immediately rushed to her side, he always had his doubts, and this wasn't news to him. "It's okay, sweetheart. You know we're open. Don't be so scared, you're not weird because of that. And we won't hate you because of that. You know we love you." He hugged his daughter tightly. To him, it was a relief. At first, when he first started having his doubts, he found it a bit hard but all he wanted was his daughter happiness. They both turned to Miley. On her side, her brain completely stopped. She couldn't analyze, at all anymore. She wasn't homophobic, far from it. She wouldn't be doing her job if she was. She had gay's friends too. But hearing her daughter say it, it was a total shock. Like she thought before, Haylie wasn't dressing the same way at Nick's than at her house. Probably because Miley always wanted to have the perfect girly girl and her daughter felt the pressure to be one.

"Mom, say something…" Haylie said. No words came out of Miley's mouth. She wasn't that hurt because her daughter was gay, she was hurt that she didn't tell her before. She was her best friend. How come she didn't say anything? She didn't trust her enough? Then Miley thought, she was my best friend but I wasn't hers.

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I'm trying this new story, the characters are older but I feel like it'll give a whole new perspective. Please give me your thoughts.