The day that she had dreaded had finally arrived. She knew that this day was inevitable; the day was destined to arrive after the incidents that changed her life forever. Today was going to be torture. Today was her daughter's funeral.

Ronnie had to physically drag herself from her bed, a look of gloom and sadness etched across her face as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Why did that have to happen to her? Why had this had to happen to her and her daughter? Her Amy?

She sniffed back tears as she thought about the day ahead. It made her feel physically sick, thinking about her daughter going into the ground alone. Danielle should be with her, they should be together – having fun.

Ronnie brushed Danielle's hair back from her face as she vomited into the toilet once again. She rubbed her daughter's back and handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth as Danielle gratefully smiled at her; Ronnie instantly grinned back.

It had just gone past seven in the morning and Danielle was now nursing a torturing hangover. She had awoken to find herself in the arms of Ronnie and on the floor of the bathroom, and confusion had set in. Asking Ronnie what they were doing here, Ronnie had simply laughed before Danielle felt the need to vomit once more.

Murmuring thanks, Danielle attempted to stand up before falling back down onto an amused Ronnie, who aided her daughter to stand up. The room was silent, and after a night of staring and cuddling her baby girl, Ronnie was determined now was the time to tell her daughter, who she really was. She was ready to forge the relationship she desperately craved.

"Hey, it's ok – I've got you," She spoke motherly like to her daughter as she held Danielle's arms whilst raising herself of the ground at the same time. Danielle, unsure what to say simply smiled and patted down her clothes once she had stood up.

Danielle wasn't sure what to make of Ronnie – she was always there, always seemed to be watching exactly what Danielle was doing. Yesterday's admission had shaken Danielle slightly and she felt uncomfortable in this woman's company. Yet, there was some connection between them, some past that Danielle couldn't seem to remember, every memory slipping away before she had chance to recall it.

"So, what exactly happened last night?" Danielle cleared her throat before she spoke, her voice slightly weary of what Ronnie was going to tell her. Her head was pounding and her stomach empty but she knew she couldn't eat anything – not yet.

Ronnie smiled as she tilted her head to the side, allowing her now slightly greasy and matted hair fall across her shoulder, "Roxy let you have a bit too much to drink." How could she be angry at such a perfect being? Such a perfect daughter? She simply took her breath away.

"Sorry," Danielle apologized as she felt her face flush red with embarrassment.

"It's ok," Ronnie replied, relishing at how cute her daughter looked when she was embarrassed. Crossing her arms, Ronnie let her eyes drift across the small bathroom before settling once again on her daughter. She saw Danielle bite her lip with nerves as the two women stood there in their silence. "Do you want some breakfast?" Ronnie asked after a few moments, the nerves building up inside her as she thought about telling her daughter the truth. It was such a big task, something she was sure would drag up painful memories for her darling daughter; and she wasn't prepared to hurt her baby more than she had already.

It was such a large momentous task, a position she never thought she'd be in and here she was, cowering away from telling the truth for the fear of rejection, yet that was what she had put her precious daughter through again and again.

"Sorry, stupid question," Ronnie mumbled as she Danielle's face grimace at the mention of food. Her daughter had obviously inherited her definition of a hangover; Ronnie smiled at the similarity.

Danielle shrugged, "I could do with a drink though," Staying in the bathroom with this woman who had only come into her life the day before didn't seem very appealing; a bit more space was needed between them to ease the tension forming.

In the kitchen, Ronnie was searching every cupboard for something to have to drink, determined to do this right. She had to prove to herself that she was up for the job she had longed for since she had been fourteen years of age. Nineteen years of waiting and she was finally here, with her baby.

"Sorry we don't have anything else," Ronnie apologized after placing a selection of drinks on the table, watching carefully as Danielle's eyes glanced to each drink and back again. Ronnie stared in awe as Danielle poured herself a cup of orange juice; how could she have been alive all this time? How could she have been living here all by herself?

"Ronnie?" Danielle wearily spoke out as she latched onto Ronnie staring at her. This blonde woman was starting to scare her, always staring at her like she was something special. She wasn't, she was just plain old Danielle.

"Sorry," Ronnie apologized, shaking her head and tucking her hair behind her ear. She felt embarrassed that her daughter had caught her staring but she couldn't help it; she needed to know every little thing about her daughter. "How are you feeling now?" Ronnie eagerly requested.

"Still like death," Danielle giggled, bemused at the aspect of Ronnie asking mere moments after the last time. She was acting like a mother!

Ronnie grinned as she heard Danielle's laugh – she had waited for so long to hear that sound and it was so much better than she had anticipated. She dreamed of times like this in the future, with Danielle lying in her arms knowing who she was and wanting and loving her. She dreamed of having her daughter around every moment and sharing her secrets and fears.

Danielle laughing grew quieter and Ronnie knew she had to reveal her identity, she knew she had to tell Danielle the truth.

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