Author's Notes: I'll explain more about how they had the child in a later chapter. I'm not sure where I'll be going with this so I'm choosing the midline rating until I know for sure if it'll become a more adult story. I'll always warn about possible triggers, uncomfortable situations, whether I'm changing the rating, etc. in the notes. If Mr. Burns seems out of character, it's because I feel he'd act differently around his family. If anyone else seems ooc, that may simply be because I don't know their character very well.

So let's see how this goes!

-Warnings-

Bullying, swearing, and homophobic language at the beginning of this chapter.

*Adelaide's POV*

Adelaide Smithers-Burns was not a stupid child. Having been born of two extremely intelligent men (the first child ever conceived from two males-modern science was wondrous at times), she had the wit and cunning of her older father and the inquisitiveness of the younger. But she had also inherited the latter's timidness. It was this mixture of traits that allowed her to know when she was being bullied, but be too scared to stop it from happening.

She had just exited her 5th grade classroom and was heading towards the pick up area when she heard footsteps approaching. She turned around to meet the eyes of a group of kids a grade or so older than her. They must have been from the middle school a block or so away.

"Where's your mommy?" One of the bullies said as they formed a circle around her.

"No, remember! She doesn't have a mum because she's a freak with two fag dads!"

"Yeah! And I'll bet she's a stupid fucking queer just like her old men!"

She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, trying to slow down her racing heart. 'Please don't hit me too hard.' she thought. 'Its hard to hide the bruises sometimes.' she opened them again to see the largest of the bullies in her face.

"Grab her!" he shouted. "We gotta get her before that fairy Smithers comes to pick his dyke daughter up!"

Two of the other bullies, a boy and a girl, complied. Addy tried to get free. "Let go of me!" she shouted.

The leader's fists were pounding her stomach before she could get another word out. Instead, she gasped as he beat the breath out of her. He hit her harder until a few tears slid down her face. Apparently satisfied, he high fived the other bullies, who dropped Addy to the ground, and they all walked away, leaving Addy gathering herself on the concrete.

After a minute of recovery, she got up, brushed herself off and headed to where Smithers always picked her up, trying not to pay too much attention to her hurting abdomen. He was there, waiting, and unlocked the doors when he saw her. Jumping in and setting her bag on the floor, she leaned over and hugged him, glad he couldn't see her wince as she did so.

"Hey, Sweetie." He said as they embraced. He sat back and started driving. "How was your day?"

"Fine." she lied, "I ate lunch with Milhouse today."

"Really? How was that?"

"It was alright. He's sorta slow, but nice, so that made up for it."

"Good." He knew she would enjoy his next words. "So, there's a surprise for you when you get home." he said with a grin.

Her mood was lifted slightly with her curiosity. "Really? Okay!" She clutched her school book as they drove towards Burns Manor. Once they pulled in and parked, they started walking towards the door, holding hands. Waylon unlocked it and threw it open, and Addy's face lit up as she saw Monty standing in the foyer.

"Daddy! You're home!" she ran to him and hugged him tenderly, and he hugged her back.

"Hello, my dear." he said, patting her head.

"How was the trip?" she asked. A week ago he had left for some business involving the plant. Usually Waylon would never let Monty go without him, but they decided that with a child at home, at least one of them needed to be there when the other was away.

"Oh, it was fine, my dear. I got some good manufacturer deals. Those business partners could never fool me. They'd be too scared to." Addy giggled. She loved how her father could be so intimidating to other people. It let him protect her and Smithers, who were the softer personalities of the family. "Oh! And I got you something." he said with a grin. He reached in his pocket and handed her a tiny stuffed dog.

She happily took it and pet its soft fur several times.

"There's more, dearie. Squeeze it."

She nodded and momentarily tightened her grip around the puppy's middle. It spoke in a high, cheery voice. "I wuf you! Bark bark!" She smiled and hugged Burns again. "Thank you, Dad!"

"You're welcome, my dear."

"Alright, now," Waylon said, stepping over and giving Monty a quick kiss. "I'm gonna go make dinner, I'll call you when its ready."

"Okay, Daddy." She went up the stairs to her room and added the puppy to her collection of stuffed toys. Her fathers knew she loved stuffed toys, and so bought her one whenever they went somewhere far away or new. She had every size and kind, from a tiny keychain koala to a giant singing bear.

She admired her collection for a moment, then sat down and began playing with legos and a Malibu Stacy (the latter of which she had inherited her younger father's love for).

After about an hour, Waylon was calling for his husband and child to come down and eat. Addy went into the bathroom and washed her hands, then lifted up her shirt. The bruises were starting to form. She sighed and put her shirt back down, then went down to the dining room.

Monty sat at the head of the table, as always, and Addy and Waylon sat on either side of him. As Addy accidentally scooted her chair in too far, she let out the tiniest twitch of pain as she felt the pressure against her stomach, and quickly adjusted the seat. Waylon noticed this. "Are you all right, Sweetie?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Both he and Monty looked at her inquisitively.

She waved her hand nonchalantly. "Yes, father, I'm fine." The two men nodded, Waylon looking dissatisfied with her answer, and they began eating the lovely fish and bread he had prepared for them.

Once they finished, she helped Waylon clean up while Monty went to he and Smithers' room. She then went upstairs and changed into her pajamas.

After playing with Stacy a few minutes more, a familiar loneliness set in, and she felt the need for her fathers' company. She took the little dog with her as she went downstairs to find her parents. She found them watching TV in the main sitting room, snuggling on the large couch. She walked over to them and crawled onto Smithers' lap, resting her head against his muscular chest.

Her fathers smiled, and they sat comfortably as she feel asleep.