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Matt looked at her, biting his lip hard. "I, uh . . . I'm not upset," he said. And it was true. He wasn't upset. Completely, at least. "It just feels really awkward for me, I guess." He guessed that he should be completely honest with her. Because he really didn't want to skirt around this. "Honestly, I don't want to think about you going on a date with anyone else. I only want to think about you being the mother to our son, not being with anyone else." He wasn't even sure if he was making sense, but he wasn't sure how else to describe the way he was feeling to her. What exactly was he feeling? Jealousy? No. He'd told himself he'd never had any feelings for her. He basically threw that in her face when she'd mentioned something about it to him.

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Madison frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well you can't expect me to be alone forever," she murmured, sighing. "You have Val, Matt. Who do I have? I know Chase could be the only little guy I need in my life but... I want love. I want grown up love," she said with a small frown, running her fingers through her hair. Honestly she'll never forget how much Matt hurt her in the heart on that tour. Chase was a reminder of that every day. She could probably tell someone about the exact night Chase was conceived, how her and Matt stayed up the entire night talking and cuddling in that hotel room stop. They had only one more show to play before they went home, he and Val had been fighting that night so he said he was going to bunk with someone else. Madison thought for sure that there was something, anything between them. But boy was she fooled. She felt something warm and wet slide down her cheek and she reached up, quickly wiping away a stray tear. She didn't even realize that she was starting to cry. She quickly regained her composure and turned back to chase, needing to put some clothes on him and get him out of the tub before he turned into a wrinkly prune.