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Part 2

Part 1

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Cass placed the backpack down on the kitchen counter, unzipped it, and spread the opening purposefully.

Alfred looked from the bag to Cass, one pointed white brow raised. Keeping her eyes locked with Alfred, she took an apple from the fruit bowl and placed it inside the bag.

A moment later the brow lowered and a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Ah, looking for a picnic, Miss Cassandra?”

Pleased he had gotten it, Cass nodded eagerly and held up two fingers.

“A picnic for two? Is one of your siblings joining you?” He asked.

Cass shook her head.

“Ah. Are you off to see a friend?”

Cass nodded and scooted the bag a little closer towards Alfred.

“Well then,” Alfred said after a beat, “any allergies your friend has?”

She took a moment to think about and then shook her head. She’d always seen Danny eat everything that either of them could get their hands on.

“And is your friend human?”

That was an odd question. Cass’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“You would not believe the things that both Master Richard and Master Jason got up to,” Alfred answered, looking like a man who had been long suffering.

Cass gave a little giggle, which softened Alfred’s expression.

“If you will give me a small time, I will put together a meal for you and your friend. Perhaps, while I do so, you would go and let Master Bruce know that you are going out.”

That seemed odd, but Cass figured it was part of being in a family now. They often liked to know where she was or tell each other when they were going somewhere not the manor or would be be back to the manor. It was still taking time for Cass to be used to all of these rules that weren’t rules.

Knocking she understood now, it was apparently polite and sneaking through the shadows was not. To that end, she knocked on the door to Bruce’s study and waited for the slightly distracted ‘come in’ to enter.

“Cass,” Bruce said with a smile when he looked up from his work. “How are you doing today, honey?”

Cass gave him a thumbs up as he turned on the tablet on his desk and spun it around for her. Her tongue stuck out just slightly as she looked for the right images.

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Bruce watched her put in the images. “Ah… Alfred is putting food in a bag for you and you’re going into the city?”

Cass nodded.

“Alright…,” Bruce said slowly. He tapped the edge of the tablet in a soft rhythm. “Thank you for letting me know. First off, do you have your phone with you?”

Cass pulled it out of her back pocket.

“Good. Do you remember what we talked about with the emergency button? How even if you don’t think you need the help, you should press it if there’s any trouble?”

Cass swiped over to the left screen and the large button on it before locking the phone again.

“Alright. Are you willing to wear an alert bracelet too?” Bruce asked and purposeful leaned back into his chair and forced himself to relax. “That way if your phone is taken or breaks you can still press the bracelet. It has a tracker in it, but we won’t use it unless we need to or you tell us too.”

It didn’t really mater to her, she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t trust them, so Cass gave a little shrug and help out her wrist.

Bruce gave an amused snort and opened up one of his drawers. “If you’re any example, daughters really are easier than sons.”

The bracelet, black of course, was a little snug, but it was low profile enough not to get in the way. Cass adjusted it just slightly before she was satisfied. She was confused though when Bruce stood.

He gave her a soft smile. “I’ll drive you into the city. I have some paperwork there I should get anyways.”

That was a little bit of a lie, but Cass decided not to call him on it and simple held out her hand for Bruce to take.

-

“You aren’t supposed to come out here anymore,” Danny said. He’s trying to look mad— arms crossed with a wide stance, but the way he looked at her from under his black bangs gave him away.

Cass patted the spot on the roof next to her. It’s one of their favorite spots to watch the sunset together. Not only was the view of the sunset over the waters amazing, but when there was a breeze they could hear all the bits of metal tied to the bridge next to them clink in the wind. It made Cass sad to think of Danny watching it up here alone now.

He gave an aggrieved sigh but took the indicated spot. Once he’s seated, Cass starts pulling out the food. There are bulging sandwiches, fresh fruit, salty chips, and best of all cookies.

“Wow,” Danny said. His hand twitched like he wanted to just reach out and start eating before the food disappeared.

Cass handed him a sandwich.

“You still shouldn’t be out here,” Danny protested, but the words were muffled by the large bite of food.

Cass just smiled and started on her own.

Part 3

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The path to us - chapter 8 ➡️Masterlist

--January 12, 2023--

Beth stands at the counter, humming softly as she spreads butter on toast. Her movements are automatic, routine. The smell of coffee begins to waft from the machine, and she breathes it in, her shoulders relaxing slightly. 

Her phone vibrates, its screen lighting up with a series of notifications. Beth picks it up casually, expecting a couple of messages from Viv about their plans later. Viv is at school today, she has some obligations for her sports management studies. They had agreed to take Alfie to the petting zoo later this day. Beth expected this to be Viv messaging her about what time she would be there. But when she unlocks the phone, the flood of notifications is almost overwhelming.

The first one is from an app notification: "BREAKING NEWS: Mystery Father of Beth's Child Revealed!".

Beth’s heart skips a beat. Her fingers hover over the screen as the news article opens, and her stomach twists into a knot.

Sources have confirmed that Beth Mead’s son, Alfie, does indeed has a father—one whose identity has been deliberately kept under wraps until now. While nothing has been officially confirmed, rumours are gaining traction, and speculation is running wild. Whispers suggest that behind Alfie’s story lies a far more intriguing, possibly scandalous, love affair—one the public never saw coming.

Beth stares at the screen, her mind racing. How did they find out? Who had leaked this information? She swipes down, but every new headline feels like a punch to the gut. "Beth Mead’s hidden past exposed." "The father of Alfie is finally uncovered." The press had somehow managed to dig into her private life again, turning her world upside down.

What really stings, though, is that the truth—Alfie’s father—was never some great or spicy love story. He was a fleeting moment, a one-night stand from a chapter Beth had long since closed. And now, that brief encounter is being dragged into the spotlight, twisted into something it never was. The media’s version feels intrusive, almost fictional. The lack of control over her own story is suffocating.

Alfie’s father hadn’t been part of her life for long, and it wasn’t something she’d ever planned on revisiting, let alone publicizing. There had been no grand romance. No deep connection. Just a brief, chaotic moment in her life that had left her with Alfie—and that had been enough. She’d never wanted to share that story with the world.

Her pulse quickens, and she feels a wave of nausea wash over her. She swipes down to check another article, and it paints the same picture: "Beth Mead’s mystery past unearthed: Who is the father of Alfie?" They speculate about Alfie’s father—there are guesses, assumptions, all based on nothing but half-truths and invasive reporting. Some claim it’s an athlete, others a wealthy businessman. But all of them suggest that Beth has been hiding something.

Her fingers tremble as she scrolls, but her eyes are drawn to one comment that cuts deeper than all the others. “She’s just using the baby father story as a cover for her relationship with Viv Miedema, isn’t she?”

Beth shuts the phone with a sharp exhale, her hand shaking as she places it down on the counter. Her thoughts are a mess. This isn't just about Alfie's father anymore—it's about the fact that the media is distorting everything about her life, turning it into a narrative she doesn’t even recognize.

She doesn’t even notice the mug in her hand until the warm coffee spills over her fingers, scalding her skin. She yelps and drops the mug onto the counter. The coffee splashes everywhere, but it’s the least of her worries. She’s too rattled to care about the mess. All she can think about is the media storm that’s about to descend on her.

“Mommy?” a voice calls out from the hallway.

Alfie’s voice, still soft and sleepy. The sound of his little footsteps padding across the floor snaps her out of her daze. Beth quickly grabs a towel and wipes off the coffee before rushing to the living room. She doesn’t want him to see her like this.

Alfie stands in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. His hair is messy from sleep, and his small body is still draped in his favourite pyjamas. “Mommy?” He yawns and stumbles toward her, his little arms outstretched.

Beth crouches down, pulling him into her arms and burying her face in his hair, trying to calm herself. “Hey, baby,” she whispers, brushing his hair back. “You sleep well?”

Alfie nods sleepily, his face still a little flushed from sleep. “Where’s Vivi?” he asks, looking around.

She stands up and begins leading him toward his room to change his diaper, trying to put on a brave face. “She’s just busy, love. You know she’s always there when we need her. She will come later today.”

As she puts Alfie down on the changing table, changes his diaper and dresses him for the day, her mind continues to race. Her phone vibrates again. This time, it’s a notification from a social media app: “Beth Mead trending – fans question the identity of Alfie’s father”.

She glances at the phone but quickly looks away, unable to bring herself to open it. The weight of it all feels suffocating.

She takes a few slow, deep breaths, trying to collect herself. She can’t ignore it — this is her life, and the press has a way of making sure everyone knows all the details, whether they’re true or not. She checks her phone again, but this time she opens a direct message from Viv.

Viv: "Beth, are you okay? I saw the news. Let me know if you need anything. I’m here, I’m always here. Call me if you need. I can skip this lesson."

Beth lets out a shaky breath and types a quick response: "I’m fine. Just… overwhelmed."

For a moment, she stares at the screen, not knowing what else to say. The weight of the world feels like it’s pressing down on her shoulders. She wants to reach out to Viv, wants to tell her everything, but there’s a part of her that’s still uncertain. This isn’t just about Alfie’s father — it’s about how the world is now seeing her.

She’s exposed.

She sighs deeply, wiping away the tear that’s suddenly escaped her eye. She doesn’t want to be weak. Not now. Not in front of Alfie.

As she sits down beside him, she feels the weight of the media storm pressing on her from all sides. It’s only a matter of time before it all blows up.

But for now, she holds her son, trying to give him the stability he needs. Even as everything else feels like it’s falling apart.

Beth’s fingers hesitate above her phone, the screen showing a slew of notifications. A surge of dread floods her chest. The world has already begun to turn its harsh gaze on her. It’s not the curiosity of the media she’s worried about, but the cruel comments that follow.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. With trembling fingers, she swipes through her messages. She doesn’t want to look, but she feels as if she must.

The first comment that catches her eye is on her Twitter feed. It’s from someone who doesn’t hold back:

“She’s just using that poor kid to distract everyone from the real question. Who’s the father? The ‘mystery’ is a joke.”

Beth feels her breath catch in her throat. Her stomach churns, the weight of the judgment sinking deep into her bones.

Then another comment, from a different user:

“Why hide the father? What are you covering up, Beth? Afraid of the truth coming out?”

Her heart beats faster. She knows she shouldn’t let the words of strangers affect her, but there’s a part of her that’s always sensitive to public opinion. The fear that people will look at her as something she’s not, the constant scrutiny—it’s like being trapped in a cage with no escape.

She scrolls down, each comment more brutal than the last.

“So, she’s a single mom. Big deal. But hiding the dad like it’s some scandal? What are you trying to hide, Beth?”

The words claw at her insides. They don’t understand. They don’t know the truth. They don’t know that she never wanted to hide Alfie’s father. It just… happened. She shakes her head, trying to push the thoughts away.

A notification from Instagram appears. It’s a post from an influencer she used to follow—someone with a large following. The caption reads:

“Does anyone else find it strange how Beth Mead’s baby daddy has been kept so secret? I wonder what she’s hiding. Maybe it’s time the truth comes out. Thoughts?”

The post is accompanied by an image of Beth and Alfie at a match, with a blurry background of Viv standing next to them. It’s an innocuous photo, but the way it’s been cropped and framed is deliberate—almost like an accusation. Like they’re trying to piece things together, to create their own narrative.

Beth’s thumb hovers over the screen, wanting to respond, but the words feel stuck in her throat. Her fingers curl into fists, frustration burning through her veins. What do they want from her? What does the world expect from her?

The comments under the post are a flood of assumptions and judgment. Some are supportive, but they’re drowned out by the wave of harsh opinions.

“She’s probably just ashamed of being a single mom. What else would explain the secrecy?”

“She’s probably embarrassed that she doesn’t know who the father is. Just admit it, Beth.”

A knot tightens in her chest. It feels as if everyone is looking at her, dissecting her every move. As if they’re watching her every decision, judging it from the outside, and twisting it into something it’s not.

Her phone buzzes in her hand. It’s another message, but this time, it’s from Viv again.

Viv: “I’m seeing all this. Don’t let them get to you. I’m here. Just breathe.”

Beth stares at the message for a moment, the words both comforting and painful. Viv is right—she shouldn’t let it get to her. But how can she not? It feels like an avalanche, each comment heavier than the last. They don’t know the truth. They don’t understand that Alfie’s father was never meant to be anything more than a brief encounter. They don’t know about her past, about the choices she had to make.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I know," she types back. "I just… I hate feeling like I have to explain myself to strangers. This isn’t who I am."

She hits send, then immediately regrets it. She feels exposed, vulnerable. Even her response feels like a defence, as though she’s begging for approval.

The silence in the apartment is thick with tension, and Beth sits there for a long moment, feeling as though the walls are closing in around her. Her thoughts are interrupted by Alfie’s voice.

“Mommy sad?”

Beth’s heart breaks at the question. “No, darling. I am alright, okay?”

He nods slowly, but there is concern lingering in his gaze. She forces a smile, but it feels weak.

“Why don’t we do something fun?” Beth suggests, trying to distract him. “How about we play with your trains?”

Alfie’s face lights up, and he jumps off the bed. “Yes! Trains!”

As he scurries off to grab his toys, Beth watches him go, the weight of the world still pressing heavily on her shoulders. She glances at her phone again, but then stops herself. No more. She can’t keep looking. She can’t let them define her.

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Viv’s thumb flicks across her screen, scrolling through the tidal wave of notifications. The media is relentless, the speculation growing by the minute. The screenshots, the relentless comments—they’re all there. The world is trying to piece together Beth’s life, to fill in the blanks, to assign blame. And as always, they want someone to point the finger at.

She stops at a post shared by a popular tabloid: “Who’s the Father? The Truth About Beth Mead’s Baby’s Mystery Man”

Viv frowns. She knows the story. Beth told her everything. She also she knows that the media loves a scandal. The headlines, the questions—they’re turning Beth’s life into something it’s not. Something they don’t understand.

A tap on her shoulder brings her back to the present. It’s her lecturer, pulling her attention away from the chaos on her phone.

“Vivianne, everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says with a worried expression.

Viv puts her phone away, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just a lot of noise today.”

The lecturer nods but doesn’t press further, moving on to speak with one of the other students.

Viv’s mind isn’t here. It’s with Beth—how she’s probably sitting at home, alone, feeling the weight of the media’s attack.

Viv’s heart aches as she thinks about how unfair it all is. Beth’s life is being picked apart, and Viv can’t stand the idea of her being alone in this. Especially with everything that’s happening between them. They may not be together officially, but Viv knows in her gut that she’s not about to let Beth carry this burden alone.

As the morning progresses, Viv can’t shake the feeling of helplessness. She wants to help, but what can she do? The media has a mind of its own, and once the storm has started, it’s hard to stop.

Then, in a split second, she knows what she has to do.

Viv takes a deep breath. She heads toward the canteen, determination in her step. She doesn’t hesitate. She opens her phone again, taps into her Twitter account, and begins typing. She knows the world will be watching, but this time, she’s not afraid to speak her truth.

@Viviannemiedema: “No one is ever truly alone if you have the right people by your side. Beth, you’re not alone in this. I am here for you. Always.”

She stares at the words for a moment, making sure they reflect exactly what she feels. It’s simple, but it’s heartfelt. It’s her way of telling the world that they are a team—not just as teammates, but in a deeper, more personal sense.

She hesitates for a moment, and then presses “Post.”

Immediately, the responses start flooding in. Supportive messages from teammates, friends, and fans who have watched them together. But Viv can already sense the backlash coming. The trolls, the critics, and the doubters—there’s no stopping them once they’ve latched onto something.

But Viv isn’t backing down. Not now. Not when Beth needs her the most.

She can feel her pulse quicken as the notifications continue. But she doesn’t care. She knows Beth will see this. And she knows it’s the right thing to do.

Her phone buzzes again, and this time, it’s a message from Beth. Viv hesitates before opening it, wondering what Beth will say.

Beth: “Viv… Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Viv’s heart softens, a mixture of warmth and something deeper—something she’s still figuring out.

Her phone buzzes again, but this time it’s from a journalist she knows from a previous interview. It’s a request for a comment, asking about her stance on the rumours surrounding Beth. She sighs, feeling the weight of the responsibility settling on her shoulders.

She types out a quick response:

Viv: “I’m not here to entertain speculation. Beth is a wonderful person. Anyone who has a problem with that can keep their opinions to themselves.”

She smiles at her own response, knowing it won’t stop the media frenzy. But it feels good to finally stand up, to speak her truth.

As she leaves the canteen, a stranger approaches her, giving her a supportive look.

“You did the right thing,” she says. “Don’t let the noise get to you.”

Viv nods, but her thoughts are still with Beth. She knows that this will only escalate, but at least she’s made her stance clear.

The day goes on, with the team’s usual training drills, but Viv’s mind remains occupied. Her thoughts keep drifting back to Beth and the storm she’s been thrust into.

As she heads home that afternoon, her phone buzzes again. It’s another message from Beth.

Beth: “You didn’t have to do that, but I’m glad you did. It means more than you know.”

Viv smiles, her heart swelling.

---

Beth’s fingers trace the rim of her coffee cup, the warmth comforting her as she stares out the window. The events of the day keep replaying in her mind—Viv’s tweet, the outpouring of support, and the constant speculation. It’s all so overwhelming. She never asked for any of this attention, but the world seems to think it’s entitled to it.

She glances over at her phone again, her eyes drawn to Viv’s tweet. “You’re not alone in this.” It’s simple, but it means everything.

The sound of the doorbell rings through the apartment, pulling Beth out of her thoughts. She’s been expecting this. Viv had texted earlier, asking if she still wanted to go to the petting zoo with Alfie, or if she would rather just stay home. No matter what Beth answer was, Viv would come anyway. She simply could not leave her alone today.

Beth opens the door, and there she is—Viv, standing in the doorway with a small, genuine smile, as if nothing had happened.

“Hey,” Viv says softly as she steps inside, giving Beth a quick kiss and then pulling her into the tightest hug they've ever shared.

“Hey,” Beth replies, her voice quieter than usual.

Viv sets down her bag by the door and glances toward the kitchen. “You still drinking that coffee? I could use one.”

Beth chuckles softly, more to herself than to Viv. “Yeah, it’s my fourth cup today.” She motions to the counter where a fresh pot sits, still steaming. “Help yourself.”

Viv walks into the kitchen, taking a mug from the cabinet. She fills it and takes a sip before sitting down at the small dining table. There’s a sense of familiarity here—the kind that comes when two people know each other too well, but still haven't put words to it. Viv places her cup down and looks at Beth.

“So,” Viv begins, her eyes meeting Beth’s, “how are you doing?”

Beth exhales slowly, leaning back against the counter. “I don’t know, Viv. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Just... start somewhere,” Viv says, her tone soft, encouraging.

Beth glances at her phone again. The tabloid articles. The fans—half of them supportive, half of them critical. The constant guessing about her life. It’s all too much. But here, in this moment, she feels a small piece of peace simply by having Viv in the same room.

“I don’t get why people care so much,” Beth admits, looking down at her hands. “I’m just trying to be a good mom to Alfie. That’s all I’m doing. But now, it’s like I’m being pulled into something bigger than me, and I... I don’t know if I can keep up with it.”

Viv nods, understanding the depth of her frustration. “I get it. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t ask for Alfie’s dad to be a mystery, or for your life to be under a microscope. It’s a lot. But you’re not in it alone, Beth. You never have to be.”

Beth’s gaze flicks to Viv. Viv isn’t backing down. She’s here, just like she said she would be.

Beth’s throat tightens, emotion catching her off guard. She hadn’t planned to cry—had promised herself she wouldn’t—but the warmth in Viv’s voice, the quiet steadiness of her presence, begins to unravel something inside her.

“I hate that it affects Alfie,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “He doesn’t even know yet, but one day he will. One day he’ll see all of this, the headlines, the gossip. And I’m scared of how that’s going to shape him.”

Viv takes a slow step forward, her hands resting gently on the edge of the counter beside Beth’s. “You’re doing everything you can to protect him,” she says. “And when that day comes, when he starts asking questions, you’ll tell him the truth. In your way. With love. That’s what he’ll remember—not the noise.”

Beth presses her lips together, holding back a trembling breath. “And what if the truth isn’t enough?” she asks. “What if it hurts him anyway?”

Viv shakes her head. “The truth, coming from someone who loves him, is always better than silence wrapped in fear. You’re not perfect, Beth. None of us are. But you’re brave. And Alfie—he’s got you. That’s a damn good start.”

Silence stretches between them for a moment, not heavy, but full. Full of things that don’t need to be said out loud.

Then Beth lets out a shaky laugh, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I didn’t expect to cry today.”

Viv smiles, soft and genuine. “That’s kind of our thing though, isn’t it?”

Beth chuckles. “Yeah... maybe it is.”

Viv reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind Beth’s ear with practiced ease. “You’ve got people, Beth. Not just me. Leah, Steph, all the girls. No matter what the headlines say, you’re not alone in this.”

Beth leans into the touch for just a second, grounding herself. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Really.”

Viv just nods. “Always.”

As the quiet settled around them, Viv glanced at the clock, then down at her empty mug. She gave a small sigh and stood, stretching slightly before smoothing out her hoodie. Beth watched her, not quite ready for the moment to end, but understanding that it had to.

Viv moved toward the door slowly, as if reluctant to break the calm that had settled between them. Just before she stepped out, she turned back. Her hand lingered on the doorframe, and her voice was quiet, sincere.

“If it ever gets too loud, or too heavy... you don’t have to carry it by yourself. Call me. Anytime.”

Beth nodded, her throat tightening again—not from sadness this time, but from the simple steadiness of being seen. “I know,” she said softly. “And I will.”

Viv held her gaze a moment longer, then crossed the short distance between them. She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on Beth’s lips before she went to go home—brief, warm, familiar. Not rushed. Not uncertain. Just real.

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