Demi's POV

We arrived back in America on the Sunday, telling Michael we would seriously consider his proposition and let him know by the next weekend. When we unlocked the front door of our house there was a large pile of letters on the mat but we stepped over them to take the boys up to bed. I was carrying Lewis, Selena was carrying Harley. They were both confused over the times and had fell asleep in the car home at around midday. Bless them.

Once both of the boys were in bed and tucked in I went downstairs to grab the large pile of mail and sort through it.

Selena had five letters, I had seven and there were various spam leaflets which I just tossed straight into the trash.

One letter in particular caught my eye, it was handwritten but I didn't recognise the scrawly writing, it looked similar to mine but not quite so I went to sit on the couch and quickly ripped it open.

Just as I'd pulled the lined paper out Selena came and sat next to me, cuddling tiredly into my side.

Demetria,

You're probably wondering who I am and what this is about, probably confused right now. My name is Dianna. I got your address through an adoption agency. This isn't really something I want to put in a letter but you need to know;

I'm your mother. Your real mother. I know right now you're thinking I'm some psycho but I'm not. I was very young when I had you and my parents forced me into adoption. It was not my choice. I'm sure the family you have been living with were wonderful and thirty-one years later I know you've done well for yourself, I can just tell.

I know this is probably a lot to take in but please believe me when I say that I never wanted to give you up.

I know this isn't a lot of information to go on but I would really like to meet you. Please, if you could meet me at the park down the road from your house on Sunday at 1:30, I'd love to meet my daughter again.

I read it over and over, not quite comprehending what I was reading. Surely it was some kind of a joke, surely it was just a kid from the school or something, of course if I was to go to the park no one would be there, it would be deserted as usual.

"Baby, what's up?" Selena asked as she stroked my hair softly. I couldn't form any words, there was a huge lump in my throat so I just handed her the letter. After reading it she sat up straight and looked directly into my eyes. "Do you believe it?" She asked me as she put in on the coffee table in front of us. I shrugged my shoulders in confusion and looked over at her.

"I don't know. I don't think so, but who would be sick enough to make something like that up?" I asked her in disbelief.

"I think we should just get a wooden board over our mailbox, the last two letters you've received have been life changing!" Selena suggested jokingly. I forced a small smile and looked down at my watch, it was one o'clock now. "Are you going to meet her?" She asked me seriously.

"Yeah, I will. If it is a joke no one will show up, if it isn't then… well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." I told her as I looked at the mirror on the wall seeing my own tired reflection. Losing eight hours of sleep wasn't good for me, plus I can never sleep on planes so I'd been awake for around twenty-four hours.

"Okay, do you want me to come with you?" She offered as our eyes met in the mirror.

"No, it's fine. I think this is something I have to do on my own. I'll call you; let you know if this woman shows up. I… I have to go and change my clothes then I'll leave." I said quickly as I got up and headed upstairs. This couldn't be happening.

Once I'd changed my clothes I went back into the living room where Selena was sitting on the couch reading the letter again, probably trying to make sense of it all.

"I'm gonna go now. I love you." I whispered to her as I kissed her softly on the lips.

"I love you too." She breathed out as she leant back into the couch. I got to the front door and went to leave when she called me.

"And Demi?" She called. I went back to the living room and looked into Selena's eyes. "Please be careful." She told me worriedly. I smiled and nodded at her to reassure her.

"Aren't I always?" I asked her rhetorically before leaving. I got into my car and drove impatiently to the park down the road. I parked on the kerb and got out, heading over to the swings to sit on them.

The old park made completely from wood was deserted. I could remember coming here once with Selena shortly after her eighteenth, we'd made love under the climbing frame in the middle of the night for a different scene and lay under a picnic blanket watching the stars for hours.

I'd been sitting on the swings looking down at the floor as I swung through the air slowly for around five minutes when I felt someone sitting on the swing next to me. I stopped myself and looked at the woman. She looked like me in fifteen years time, the exact same hair colour, the dimple in the chin and the dark brown eyes. I was the complete spit of her, just from seeing our similarities I knew she wasn't lying in her letter.

"Mom?" I asked her cautiously. The woman stopped staring at me and nodded with a wide grin. I couldn't stop myself from hugging her, close to tears as I hugged my real mother, a mother who actually wanted to know me.

"Demetria my darling, the last time I held you in my arms you were twelve and a half inches long, you weight eight pounds, three ounces and you had so much less hair." She whispered into my ear as she stroked my hair.

"You really are my mother." I stated what I'd realised. She just nodded and pulled away from me.

"I am so sorry. I never wanted to give you up, I fought so hard to keep you but it was always a losing battle. I've been trying to find you since I turned eighteen but I've had no luck. Your adoptive parents didn't want me around; they didn't want you to be involved with me. It's taken twenty-eight years for me to finally get your address, and those years were so worth it just to see you now." She told me thoughtfully. It only took that small speech to make a tear roll down my cheek which the woman in front of me quickly wiped away. "Don't cry, I've found you now and I won't let you go this time unless you tell me to."

"Please don't." I mumbled to her. "Why weren't you allowed to keep me?" I asked her the question which had been playing on my mind. She sighed and stood up.

"Shall we go for a walk?" She asked. I nodded and stood up as well, walking along-side her to nowhere in particular. "I was fifteen, my parents reacted so badly to finding out that I was pregnant. I didn't tell them until I was twenty-four weeks gone; I managed to hide it from them until it was too late for them to force me into an abortion. I held you in my arms for a whole ten minutes after you were born, you screamed a lot but once I was holding you, you went quiet. I took one photo before my father took you from me and handed you over to a couple in their twenties who he'd arranged an adoption with. This was the only memory I had of you." She said as she reached down under her shirt and pulled out a battered golden locket. She opened it to reveal a photo of me as a baby, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"You still have it after all this time?" I questioned her shocked. She nodded and closed the locket, tucking it safely back under her shirt.

"Of course I do, you're my baby girl and you always have been. If you don't want to see me I completely understand, I wouldn't blame you."

"It wasn't your fault." I told her quickly, almost too eagerly. "I do want to see you." I added on to assure her.

"I'm glad."

We walked and talked for a while about nothing in particular, she mainly just apologised to me for giving me up and I kept repeating that it was okay and all that mattered was that she was here now. We walked in circles around the lake for forty-five minutes talking about nothing in particular, similar likes and dislikes. I knew where I got my tidiness from, my mom hated messy houses.

"I know your adoptive parents probably won't be too happy about this, I'm sure they've given you more of a life than I possibly ever could but I want to try." She told me as we sat down next to each other on a bench overlooking the lake.

"Not exactly, they were great but they kicked me out when I turned eighteen." I told her nervously. I knew exactly what was coming next.

"What? Why?" She asked me in shock. I shrugged my shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"You know what you said earlier about wanting me?" I asked her, which caused her to nod in response. "Nothing can change that, right?" I asked her quietly. She nodded again and I took a shaky breath. "I'm… I uh… I like girls." I told her in just above a whisper. She didn't say anything for a few seconds but quickly wrapped her arms around me.

"That's okay." She mumbled into my hair. "That's fine, it doesn't bother me, what bothers me is building up a relationship with you."

"Honestly?" I asked her.

"Cross my heart."

"Do you want to meet my family?" I offered her with a smile.

"I would love that, but don't you want to talk some more first?" She asked as we stood up again.

"I don't think there's anything to talk about, you're my mother, there's nothing I can think of to ask right now but if I think of something I'll ask. Is there anything you want to know?"

"Loads, but it can wait." She said as we started the short walk back to the park. "I plan on seeing you a lot if you'd like that?" She asked me shyly. I nodded eagerly and unlocked my silver Porsche. "Wow, nice car. You must have done well for yourself." She said as she punched me playfully in the arm. "I'll follow behind you, if you can lead the way?" She asked me as she unlocked a red truck that was parked next to my Porsche.

"Sure, I don't live far from here anyway. It only takes like five minutes to drive. I'll see you in a minute." I told her as I got into the car and led us down the road to our house. I was shaking with excitement and could barely get my key in the front door as I stood on the doorstep with my real mom.

"Honey, I'm home!" I called to Selena excitedly. I heard her jump up and run to the front door wrapping her arms around me quickly, not noticing or not acknowledging my mother standing behind me.

"Sel, this is my mom, Dianna. Mom this is…" I trailed off but Selena cut me off by shaking my mom's hand and introducing herself.

"I'm Selena, Demi's wife." She said happily.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Selena nodded in response then looked at the stairs when we both heard Harley should about bears.

"Sorry, I should go and sort him out, he's been having nightmares recently about bears after reading the bear-hunt book with nursery." Selena explained before disappearing upstairs, coming back down a few minutes later with Harley resting on her hip.

"Mom, this is Harley, our youngest son, your youngest grandson." I told my mom who looked at Harley in awe.

"I'm a grandmother?" She asked in disbelief. I nodded proudly as Harley rubbed his eyes and looked between the three of us. "What shall I tell him to call me?" She whispered to me.

"Whatever you want, if you're serious about sticking around and being here then introduce yourself as nanny, if you want a relationship with me you automatically get one with my family." I told her as I took Harley from Selena and rested him on my own hip. He nuzzled his head into my neck and stared at my mom, waiting for her to explain who she was expectantly.

"Hi, Harley! I'm your Nanna Di." My mom said happily to Harley who smiled and whispered back to her shyly.

"Hello, my 'arley yovalo." He said, he'd been taught his full name at nursery, he wasn't just 'arley' now, he was 'arley yovalo'. My mom chucked at him and reached out to stoke his head softly.

"He's beautiful. He's definitely got our chin." She said happily.

The four of us went into the living room, Selena made coffee and gave Harley a strawberry milkshake, who took it happily into his downstairs toyroom.

We spoke for about an hour between the three of us, I explained to my mom about my adoptive parents reactions to me being gay, I told her in detail about how beautiful mine and Selena's wedding was, we told her about Lewis and Harley, our jobs as teachers, Selena's parents and how supportive they were and about how we had both been offered jobs in England and were considering taking them, which saddened her quite a lot.

She told us about how she'd ended up pregnant at such a young age, how my father had died a few years ago and she'd found out through Facebook (so sad) and that I had a younger brother who was doing time for kidnapping, which I didn't take kindly to after Harley's incident.

After an hour of talking Lewis came downstairs tiredly.

"Mornin' son." I said jokingly to him. He smiled weakly and came to sit next to me on the couch. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head against my chest. I knew instantly that there was something not quite right about him.

"I don't feel too good mom." He told me as he pointed at his tummy. "I have a tummy ache and my head's pounding." He explained as I softly rubbed his stomach.

"Oh babe, go back to bed and I'll bring you a drink up and some medicine." I told him. He shook his head and lay down on the couch on his stomach.

"I don't want to, can you scratch my back?" He asked me hopefully. I shook my head and looked down at him.

"No babe, I'm a little busy right now. I'll do it later if you're still poorly though." I told him.

"Okay," he said getting up, he looked over at the other couch where my mom was sitting and smiled. "You look just like my mom!" He pointed out as he looked at my mom seriously.

"She's my mom, Lewis."

"I thought that other lady was your mom, the mean one?" He asked me confusedly.

"So did I, but she isn't. I'll explain a bit more later but this lady here is my mom, she's your Nanna Di." I told him as I patted his shoulder. He smiled and looked at me. "Come on, up to bed, we don't want to catch your nasty germs." I told his returning his smile. He nodded and went to leave, quickly wrapping his arms around my mom's neck on the way.

"Oh, what a cutie!" My mom exclaimed after hugging Lewis back. "I should go, I have my nightshift in a few hours and I need to get some sleep in before I go. It has been the most amazing thing meeting you and your family today. I would love so much to see you all again soon, if I leave you my number could you call me please?" She asked me hopefully.

"Yeah, absolutely. We could all go for dinner tomorrow night if you'd like; our treat. We could bring Selena's parents as well if they're up for it and not busy, you could meet them and we could all go out as a proper family." I rushed out hopefully. My mom grinned at me and nodded, pulling a notepad and pen out of her purse and scribbling her number down. We had the same scrawly handwriting which amused me.

"Absolutely, name a time and a place and I'll be there. I can't wait." My mom said with a smile. I grinned back at her and hugged her tightly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I whispered into her ear. She nodded against my shoulder then took Selena in an embrace.

We took her up to Lewis' room, he was half asleep but managed to give her a kiss on the cheek goodbye and a loose hug and then we took her to Harley in the play room.

"Bye bye Nanna Di." He said as he wrapped his arms around her neck lovingly and kissed her on the lips with childish innocence.

After she left Selena and I went to the couch, we sat down and cuddled watching The Notebook, our all-time favourite movie. All that was running through my head was how happy I was that I'd finally got a mother who actually wanted me.

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