#madelainecole

[bellabby]

~snapchat  ~

madelainecole: the early bird always gets the worm 

madelainecole: I heard this really cute waitress is working at your favorite diner this morning

madelainecole: definitely think you should come by and see her

madelainecole: she won’t shut up about your cute little butt

@mapharp

[bellabby]

She was running late and how she hated herself for it. Blake was late picking up Blair, and she wanted to strangle him. It was his weekend with her, and he already managed to fuck it up somehow. she didn’t even know that was possible. he was kind of a shit person, and even a shittier father, but he was trying. she used trying very loosely. so here she was speeding down the freeway, trying not miss any of Liam’s actual performance. she sent Liam a quick text that she was running late, how sorry she was, and that’d she explain once she got there. Madelaine knew this performance was important to him. they all were, and she loved that about him. how passionate he was, and how blessed she felt to be with a guy like him. a guy who had dreams and ambition. she found it extremely attractive.  she desired to be like him, strived really. she looked up to him. he was such a genuine person, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. she ran her fingers through her straight, yet messy hair as she whipped into the parking lot. stumbling out of her car, she ran the best she could in her heels. her new dress snugged tightly to her body. she hadn’t needed anything like this until she started dating Liam. She had a reason to go out and buy herself something nice when money allowed for it. Which was hardly never. Most of it went to bills and supporting Blair. She chewed on her bottom lip, pushing past the crowd of people forming to listen to him. he was always so popular, not that she expected any different. he was the best. special even. she quickly caught him before he made it up stage. “Hey there handsome,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, while pressing her lips against his. god she loved the way his aftershave consumed her. oh he was her drug. something she couldn’t live without. “so sorry I’m late. blake was 20 minutes late..but we can talk about it later...” chewing on her bottom lip, she ran her fingers over his collar fixing it, before making their way down his shirt. “break a leg, good lookin’.”

@writingwithkc

[bellabby]

If there was one thing Madelaine had learned since spending time with Liam, was that he was too gentle and kind for his own good. Which granted she loved, especially when he showed such admiration towards her daughter. If you didn’t know, some would even say he was her father. her biological one at that. he was a blessing in both of their lives. since their coffee shop adventure they had exchanged texts more often than not. Madelaine was quickly developing her own sort of attachment to the boy, who had her own daughter swooning after him. she could hear Moana playing in the background as she finished cleaning up tonight’s dishes. she had insisted even if she knew Liam would rather her not. She looked over her shoulder noticing Liam carrying a very sleepy Blair down the hallway. After dinner had ended, blair had practically dragged Liam to his couch, shoving Moana towards his chest. The vibrant young girl was persistent, much to her mother’s dismay from time to time. She had a sneaked a peek of them from time to time. Madelaine found her daughter curled into the boy’s chest, with her thumb in her mouth. a habit she was struggling to beat before she started school. The brunette tucked her a piece of hair behind her ear as she put away the last of the clean dishes. she wiped her hands on her jeans before finding herself following him down the hallway. she couldn’t help the smile on her face as she noticed him tucking her into his bed. his gentleness and compassionate he held for her daughter, was something remarkable. how a young man, like himself, with so much to live for, wanted to do this. spend time with a single mom and her daughter. yet, love her daughter as much as she did. the sight was enough to make Madelaine cry, if she was being honest. She had never had this, and last thing she wanted for Blair, was for this to end. “You know...you didn’t have to do all of this,” she whispered quietly, not being able to help her fingers that scanned his back gently. 

@writingwithkc

[bellabby]

Madelaine was exhausted. She been up all night writing a paper she had procrastinated on for months, along with trying to get her daughter to sleep. Her daughter often insisted that she sleep in the same bed with her, and if she wasn't there, she didn't sleep. She wouldn't sleep. She refused. So here she was for her daily 7 am shift, running on nothing but one hour of sleep and 3 cups of coffee. She was wired or it was complete exhaustion that was coursing through her veins. She was thankful for the couple who owned the small dinner. Since had been working here they had been more than gracious and kind to allow Blair to stay there with her while she worked. Even if she often colored on most of their tables and their walls. Madelaine squeezed past the crowd of people who came in for the daily breakfast. It was a dinner in a decently small town and she knew most of her customer's names. Especially if they were regulars. She checked in on her tables, refilling more coffee cups than she could remember. Yet her final stop before heading back behind the counter was checking up on her daughter. Yet, he was there. Every morning some how Blair convinced him to sit with her. He was sweet, had a kind small, and was utterly and completely handsome. Madelaine often felt bad for the young man. He probably just wanted to come in for a nice breakfast and be on his way. Yet here he was, having his morning sucked away by a 5 year old. "Blair...please sit down," she mumbled as she noticed her daughter standing up and peeking at the booth behind her. She was too curious for her own good. "I seriously can't thank you enough for sitting with her...." she said kindly to Liam, as her fingers brushed through her daughters hair. "If I didn't know better, I would say she had a crush on you," she teased, chewing on her lip softly, before letting a genuine smile creep through. @writingwithkc