It was pink.
Pink...how could it be pink? Sarah absolutely hated pink, but this was beyond loathing the ultra-perky, overly preppy color pink and more about the implications beyond the pink.
She blinked a few times. Pink. Tickle-me pink. Carnation pink. Bubblegum pink. Pink pizzazz. Sarah shook the small device in her hands as she would a Magic-8 ball and hoped it would read another color.
Still pink.
"Oh, my God!"
Sarah abruptly stood in the cramped bathroom stall and dropped the pregnancy test at her feet. It scattered across the floor's pink geometric tiles, and she took a deep breath and pondered how she would tell Karen.
How would she tell Karen? She could go about it the quickest way, which would involve telling her outright and as matter-of-fact as she could, like pulling a particularly sticky band-aid off a scab. She could tearfully sit her down on the couch and beg her to understand her predicament and reassure her stepmother that, indeed, the father would be an important component of the baby's life. She could write a note, or a letter, or an e-mail...heck, she could even write a song for that miserable woman to admit she was pregnant.
After the obstacle of Karen, Sarah would have to tell her father. Poor Robert Williams would blink his froggy eyes in disbelief and stutter how his precious only daughter could be tainted by some boy. While Sarah could not predict the magnitude of Karen's volatile temper in this sort of strange situation, Robert was sure to go into complete and utter denial.
As for Toby, how was Sarah going to explain to him that his nephew's father was the strange singing and dancing man of his memories in those too-tight tights and the wild mane?
"JARETH!"
From nowhere at all, Jareth landed in the already-tight bathroom stall and grabbed Sarah before she fell backwards on top of the toilet.
Sarah reached down, rubbed the glitter out of her eyes, and handed the small plastic device over to her babydaddy. For a moment, Jareth blinked in surprise. A sly, slow grin spread across his face.
"I suppose we have some explaining to do?"
"They'll certainly wig out over this, that's for certain. Whether or not they buy that you're a king of goblins...well, we'll just get it all over with right away."
There was some odd shuffling before Jareth finally got the latch open, and the two embarrassed lovers hobbled out of the bathroom stall.
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A/N: I've been meaning to do this sort of thing for a while, but I've never gotten around to it until now. It started off as a really short drabble, but as you can see it elongated itself. :) Written when it was late night (sorry for the mistakes!) and I had too many things to do (this not one of them!).
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