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Gale had told Madge to wait until he arrived, but she couldn't. She couldn't let her father explode with Gale there, so she slipped out the news quickly. And just as planned, her father exploded.

"Pregnant?" His voice boomed off every wall in their house. "How could you be pregnant? You aren't married! Who's the father? Margret Undersee," his voice hissed question after question that she was too timid to answer.

"G-Gale," she finally choked out. "Gale Hawthorne."

That was the final straw, the fact that the baby happened to be one of the Seam. Her father didn't hesitate to push her out the door, slamming it behind her. His fit of rage could be heard from the streets, the broken vases and smashing of plates.

She didn't get to say goodbye to her mother, her nanny, Madge sat on the porch and wept, unsure of where to go next. Gale lumbered upon the scene and quickened his pace when he heard her crying.

"Madge?" Gale rushed to her side, lowering himself on the porch next to her. "What's wrong?" She winced when she heard a plate crash inside, and then let out another sob. "Did you tell him?" She nodded weakly, and he wrapped his arm around her.

"He k-kicked me out," she stuttered into his chest, pulling herself closer. "I knew he w-would I just kept hoping…"

"Shhh," he stroked her hair gently. Once they heard another plate break he helped her up. "Let's go to my house." She nodded slowly, clinging to his arm. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"What if your mom…" she trailed off and kept her mouth shut, wondering if Hazelle would just kick them out too. Gale knew what Madge was asking but decided not to answer, knowing he couldn't predict how his mother would react.

Their walk to the Seam was quiet; Madge bit back every sob she wanted to release. Thoughts raced through her mind, who was she now that she wasn't the mayor's daughter? Could she be just Madge Undersee? All on her own?

They pushed open the door and Madge's chin started to quiver when she saw Hazelle. "Madge," she nodded politely at the blonde. "It's late," she turned to her son, "what's wrong?"

"Madge got kicked out," he replied quietly. "Can she stay here?" Hazelle raised an eyebrow but tipped her head yes.

She asked, "What happened?" Madge's eyes filled with tears and she turned away, only to have Gale pull her back gently.

"Madge is…" Gale trailed off, taking a deep breath. "Madge is pregnant." Now both of Hazelle's eyebrows rose but she kept her mouth shut. "We… we didn't plan for it to happen, we were going to get married first, but…"

"I'm so sorry," Madge choked out. "I'm so ashamed…" Hazelle shook her head and crossed the room to the blonde, pulling her into her arms.

"Don't worry sweetie," Hazelle said quietly. "You're always welcome here. My son loves you, I love you, it's okay." Madge nodded but still continued to cry in her arms. Hazelle turned to her son who was watching with pained eyes before mouthing it's okay. He nodded once, pulling his hand through his hair.

"You p-probably think that I'm," Madge started, but Hazelle cut her off.

"I don't think anything less of you, Madge," she cupped her cheek and forced Madge to look into her eyes. "Nothing. Do you understand? You're supposed to be happy, you're having a baby." Still, Madge nodded weakly. "It's going to be a stunner, that one," Hazelle said lightly. "You and Gale combined?" Madge let out a watery laugh and hugged the woman again.

Gale led Madge back to his room and glanced over his shoulder at his mother who now wore a gentle smile. "Thanks, Mom." Hazelle tipped her head once and then let the two carry on into his room. Gale sat Madge on his bed and brought her chin up. "We're going to be okay," he said quietly. She nodded, allowing him to press his lips against hers.