Rekindle

                                    

                                          
G!P Angelina 
"Hey, Mom? I know it's probably a sore subject, but um- who's my Dad?" Your daughter asks you. 
You pause stirring the sauce for a moment and let your daughters words sink in. You chuckle. "Now that is a long story."
Shiloh jumps onto the counter next to you with a grin. You roll your eyes amusedly. 
"Ok, I'll tell you." You sigh playfully and grab her a can of coke from the fridge, passing it to her. "Honey, you don't have a Dad so to say."
"What do you mean? Am I a test tube baby?" She asks. 
"No, you have another Mom. Your other Mom is different to other women, she's what we call intersex. She was born with the looks as a female, but she has the reproductive system of a male." You explain. 
"So she has a penis?" Shiloh asks. 
"Yes, but she's very secretive about it. Anyways, I met her about a year before you were born. We were friends for a couple months, and then we got really drunk one night and slept together. When I woke up, she was gone and all she left was a note asking me not to tell anyone about her secret and to stay away from her. I left town as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I didn't want to give her another reason to hate me." You tell her, scooping the tagliatelle into the frying pan with the chicken and sauce. 
"She told you to stay away?" Shiloh asks with a frown. 
"Yeah, but it's complicated. She had a family, she had two adopted children, I believe she has another one now as well. I couldn't be with get anyways, she lives a very complicated life." You say, seasoning the food then holding up a fork with some of the food on it for Shiloh to taste. 
Shiloh eats the food off the fork and nods approvingly. "Who is she?"
You sigh and scoop the food onto two plates before turning the stove off. 
"Mom? Who is she?" Shiloh repeats with a frown. 
"She's a celebrity." Is all you tell her. "Sit. Eat." 
"That's all I get? 'She's a celebrity'! You're not gonna tell me?" She asks in shock. 
You groan. "Stay here." You demand before leaving the room. 
Shiloh shrugs but sits at the table and digs into her food. 
You come back a couple minutes later with a piece of paper in your hand. 
"What's that?" Shiloh asks. 
"Your birth certificate." You answer and hand it to her. 
Shiloh takes it and scans over it, her eyes widening in shock. "Is this a joke?"
"No, baby, it's not. She's your other mother." You sigh and fall into your chair, gulping down your wine. 
Shiloh is quiet for a few minutes, sitting there in shock. "My Mom is...Angelina Jolie?"
"Yup. The one and only. You are Shiloh Nouvel Y/L/N-Jolie." You tell her tiredly. "I'm sorry I kept it from you."
"It's okay, Mom, I'm not mad." Your daughter reassures. "Could I...meet her?"
"You want to meet her?" You ask which makes her nod. "Ok. I'll see what I can do." 
"Thanks, Mom." 
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"Shi, I've got you something." You call up the stairs. 
"Food?" She calls back hopefully. 
You laugh and roll your eyes. "Get down here."