"Abby, sometimes the amount of revenge behind your mind amazes me." Sarah said as they walked into Abby and Tim's apartment.
"Yeah, Tim really has no idea…" Abby said as she set down several bags. "We really should get to work, or else Tim will get home while I'm tattooing your arms." Abby said heading for the bathroom.
Sarah followed close behind with several black shopping bags. "I can't believe I'm doing this…" She said as she set the bags on the counter.
"But…" Abby interrupted. "It's for a good cause!" Abby said with a giggle. "I mean, why would anyone not tell their wife that their parents are coming for dinner, until that day?"
"Well actually Abby… Tim told you…" Sarah pointed out.
"NOT THE POINT!" Abby cut her off. "Now I'm thinking we should start with the hair."
"Okay, we have black base…" Sarah said pulling things out of one bag. "Then red or purple highlights."
"Why did we get both?" Abby asked.
"Because the cashiers were both cute… and we wanted to buy something from both of them!" Sarah said with a giggle.
"Right…" Abby said with a smirk on her face. "Okay… Base, lets spray it on." Abby said quickly remembering the mission.
After twenty minutes Sarah had black hair with bright red highlights, and an intimidating side bang sweep. "Well… how do I look?" Sarah asked with a grin.
"Sarah, I've already died and gone to heaven…" Abby said from her seat on the floor. "I'm gonna say clothes next, then we'll accessorize." Abby instructed pointing to the largest of the black bags.
Sarah grabbed the bag and dumped the contents onto the counter. She stripped her normal, slightly conservative clothes, and started to pull on the clothes Abby had picked out, starting with a black tank top with a bright red heart in the center. But this wasn't your normal Valentine's Day heart, no, it was a heart, with a dagger plunged into it. Over the top of that, she pulled on a black zip-up hoodie that was covered in rips and studs.
Abby nearly squealed with delight as Sarah pulled on the extremely dark red over dyed skinny jeans. "Let me grab you the shoes you're wearing…" Abby said and she rushed to her room.
She returned and handed Sarah a pair of black and white platform heels. "Abby how am I supposed to walk in these?" Sarah asked looking at the shoes with dismay.
"It's really not that hard… you just have to get used to them. So put them on now… Or else this will never work." Abby instructed. Sarah regretfully pulled on the heels and stood up, wobbling a bit. "Fabulous." Abby said with a grin. "Tats next?"
"How are we going to do that anyway…?" Sarah asked as Abby pulled open a bathroom drawer. Sarah gasped, the entire drawer was filled with different sharpies.
"The same way I did, before I was eighteen." Abby said with a grin. "Sharpie!"
"You sure this will work Abby?" Sarah asked as Abby uncapped a fine tip black pen.
"I'm positive! I've done this so many times, I can't even remember… I have a sealer we can use once I'm done, that will make it look like it's actually your skin, rather than sharpie." Abby said as she grabbed a tape measure from the back of the drawer. "Now I'm thinking about doing a Angel Devil thing on each arm, like I have going on… Only a bit more complex." Abby said.
"Whatever you say Abs. I've never exactly thought about getting a tattoo…" Sarah said holding still as Abby started to draw.
"Well… I can't do too many, or else Tim will know, so I'm going to do one on each of your arms and one on your ankle…" Abby said, as she bit her lip to concentrate.
After ten minutes Abby had completed a praying angel. It was clutching two crosses, and was topped off with a halo above her long flowing hair. Another ten minutes and Abby had finished a devil, complete with fire and a trident. "What do you think?" Abby asked sitting back to admire her work.
Sarah gasped. "Abby they're amazing!"
"Thanks! Let me seal them… then I'll do the ankle one…" Abby said reaching for the sealer. After sealing both arm tattoos she moved to Sarah's ankle, and took off her left shoe. "Okay I'm thinking a skull with barbed wire wrapping around your ankle going through it." Abby said as she started to sketch.
"Sure." Sarah said again. "I've never given any thought, so whatever you think is best." Sarah said sitting back to wait.
"Done." Abby said happily as she rubbed in the sealer on Sarah's ankle.
"Wow… I never thought I'd be saying this… But I really love my tattoos Abby!" Sarah said with a giggle.
"Well wait until I put your piercings in!" Abby said with a wicked grin. It took about ten minutes to apply several earrings per ear and a nose ring.
"And She does it again." Sarah said with a smile, fingering the nose ring. "It feels so real!"
Abby glanced at the wall clock, 4:45. "I was going to have you do your own makeup…" Abby said rummaging through the contents of the last bag. "But we've only got fifteen minutes before Tim said he'd be home. And he'll probably be early…" Abby said pulling out an extremely light foundation.
"Okay, work your magic!" Sarah said with a smile.
Abby worked quickly and silently, after the foundation came a light pink blush, and bright red lipstick, then purple eye shadow, then liquid black eyeliner, all topped off with extremely liberal amounts of mascara. "Well…It's not the best…" Abby said as she finished.
Sarah cracked up as she looked into the mirror. "It's enough to make mom go ballistic!" Sarah said. "Man… I'm so happy I decided to do this…" Sarah said with a smile.
Suddenly the sound of Abby's phone blared through the house. "Hello?" Abby answered without checking the caller ID.
"Hey Abs." Tim greeted. "I have bad news."
"YOUR PARENTS ARENT COMING?" Abby asked horrified.
"No, they still are… But I'm going to be late. Which means they'll be there before I get home. And I have a favor to ask you." Tim explained.
"Okay." Abby replied, her body filled with relief.
"Wear something semi normal okay? Nothing too weird." Tim said which caused Abby to scowl.
"I promise Tim. I'll wear something semi-normal." She said at a normal volume. "I make no promises about anyone else…" She said under her breath.
"What was that honey?" Tim asked.
"Nothing." Abby replied immediately. "I'll see you when you get home, love you bye." Abby said hanging up the phone. "Oh this keeps getting better and better." Abby said with a laugh.
"Why? What happened?" Sarah questioned.
"Tim's gonna be late… Meaning your parents are getting here first." Abby explained with a smile. "Help up?" She requested holding out her arm. Sarah helped her off the floor. "Thanks… You wanna go make sure the apartment is guest acceptable?" Abby asked, looking sorry.
"Yeah Abs!" She said giving her an obviously needed hug. "I'm on it." She said as she wobbled from the bathroom tripping over her shoes.
Abby sighed as she picked up her clothing bags. It hadn't been easy going maternity clothes shopping, there aren't exactly a large amount of gothic maternity stores, but Abby did manage to find some clothes.
She pulled out a black tee shirt with two revolvers crossed at the right shoulder, along with a pair of grey jeans. After hastily getting dressed Abby went to find Sarah.
"How's everything?" Abby asked as she walked barefoot onto the kitchen tile.
"That's a loaded question, but I assume you mean is the house ready for my parents, and the answer would be yes." Sarah replied with a smile. Abby just stood there smiling at Sarah. "Uh… Abby?"
"Sorry… you just look… so… amazing." Abby said with a grin. "Your mother… is going to flip."
Just then, the doorbell rang. Abby and Sarah both looked at each other for a moment before Abby raced to open the door.
"Hi!" Abby said cheerfully. She was greeted by, not two, but three faces. "Rita, it's nice to see you." Abby said toward her mother-in-law. "And Taylor, it's nice to finally meet you." She directed toward the only man standing at the door. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are." She said to the elderly woman standing in the hall.
"This is my mother Eva." Rita said as she stepped inside. "I didn't mention I was bringing her… or else Tim would have suggested we didn't come."
"Why?" Abby asked, honestly curious, as she closed the door behind her guests.
Gloria was about to respond, when Sarah walked in. "Sarah Olivia Mcgee!" She shrieked, taking in her only daughter's appearance. "What in the world happened to you?"
"Do you like it?" Sarah asked grinning.
"Like it? Sarah you look like you work on the street as a…" Rita started.
"Why Sarah?" Taylor asked as he fingered at her hair.
"Well, I look up to Abby as a role model, so I figured, why not dress like her!" Sarah replied.
Rita gave Abby a death glare. "You let her PIERCE HER NOSE?" She started to scream.
Abby, who was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable standing looked for any excuse to be able to sit down. "Why don't we go discuss this in the…" She started.
"No we're discussing this right here!" Rita insisted.
Suddenly Eva, who had been awfully quiet, piped up. "I like it!"
"You like it? HOW CAN YOU LIKE IT! SHE LOOKS LIKE A…" Rita was obviously steaming.
"Rita, I really think we should go sit down…" Abby tried again, her hand rubbing her lower back.
"No! Abigail, you're a horrible influence on Sarah. I'm not going to just do what you want. You're not her mother, I am! Which is a good thing, since you're not fit to be a mother!" Rita said as she fussed over Sarah's appearance, trying to find some trace of her daughter underneath all the makeup.
Abby's jaw locked closed, and tears came to her eyes. Sarah, who knew exactly what Abby was thinking was trying to get away from her mother to comfort her, but couldn't.
"Abigail, what do you have to say for yourself?" Rita asked angrily.
Abby remained silent. Sarah, with the silence filling the room finally managed to break away from her mother's grip and go to comfort Abby.
"Abby, it's okay…" She said quietly.
"WHAT ABOUT THIS IS OKAY!" Rita screamed as the front door flew open, revealing a rather alarmed Timothy Mcgee.
"What happened?" He asked, viewing the scene in front of him. If he weren't related to everyone in the room, it would seem rather comical. His parents both livid, and staring at, not one, but two Goth women, one trying to console the other, along with his grandmother observing the scene with a dreamy expression.
"Your wife, destroyed my daughter." Rita said through clenched teeth.
Tim taking in Sarah's appearance, snorted. "What? This? I'm sure this is just Abby's way at getting back at me for earlier today." Tim said with a smile.
"Timothy, how on earth would she convince Sarah to get TATTOOS?" Rita was screaming again.
"Mom, calm down." He said sliding to the floor to wrap his arms around Abby. "Now what happened?" He asked again.
Sarah leaned over and whispered something into Tim's ear. His once curious expression turned into one of anger as he rose from the floor. "Why on earth would you do that?" He asked angrily.
"Do what?" Rita asked, appearing confused.
"Tell Abby she's unfit to be a mother!" Tim yelled, which caused Abby to break into sobs.
"Look what she did to your sister Tim. Abby's not the type of person…" Rita tried to reason.
"She's pregnant mom!" He yelled, interrupting her.
Rita looked taken aback. "Excuse me?"
Sarah stood up next to Tim, who was close to throwing something. "Abby's pregnant… as in she's going to have a baby soon." Sarah said calmly.
Rita couldn't think of anything to say, so she just stood there, silent. The silence filled the room for several minutes before Abby broke out into sobs. Tim quickly sat on the floor and pulled her into his arms.
"Shhh… She didn't mean it Abby… It's okay…" He tried to comfort her.
"What's going on?" Eva asked, suddenly snapping back to reality. "Why is that girl crying?"
Sarah decided it was time to get her parents out of the front hall and spoke up. "Why don't we go to the living room?" She said to her parents and grandmother, who followed her easily.
"Abby… What happened?" He asked quietly.
Abby after several moments of recomposing herself spoke. "Well, you're right, Sarah is dressed Goth as payback."
"That's not what I wanted to know about." He said with a smile. "What did my mom say that upset you so much."
"Well… she was saying how I wasn't her mother, and that she was, and that it was a good thing because I'm… not…" Abby found herself unable to finish.
"Okay… I get the general idea." Tim said wrapping his arms around her slightly tighter than before.
"Ow." Abby said harshly.
"Huh?" Tim asked absent-mindedly.
"My shoulder still hurts Timmy." Abby said quietly.
"Oh… right. I forgot." Tim said, looking ashamed.
"Timmy…?" Abby asked quietly.
"What Abs?" Tim asked just as quietly.
"Do you think I'm a bad person?"
"Abby! No I don't! I think you're wonderful! And you'll be a wonderful mother." He said and he gently kissed her forehead.
"Thanks." Abby said and she snuggled into his arms.
"Abby we really should go eat…" Tim said after a few minutes.
"Hurpmh." Abby replied.
"Come on, I know you're hungry." Tim said.
"Wait food?" Abby asked quickly, realizing she had totally missed what he had said.
"Come on." He said as he gently helped her up.
"Oh Abigail! I'm so sorry!" Rita said rushing to hug her.
"Gerrof me!" Abby cried, pain searing through her shoulder.
"Oh honestly Abigail, I am sorry!" Rita protested.
"Mom, leave her… it's not you, well… it might be… but It's mainly her shoulder.
"Oh you poor dear!" She said eying the bandage on her left shoulder. "What happened?"
"I got shot." Abby replied simply, yet honestly,
"WHAT?" Rita screeched. "Oh you poor thing!" She said as she pushed her into a chair. "You should sit down…"
"Uh mom. Abby can take care of herself." Tim said as he brought dinner to the table.
"Of course, of course." Rita said as she took her place at the table next to Sarah and Taylor.
"So Abigail, when are you due?" Rita asked once they had started eating.
Abby who felt less than enthusiastic about talking to the woman who had insulted her just moments before glanced at Tim, signaling for him to answer questions directed toward her. "February." Tim replied, taking a bite of his roll.
"Do you know what it is?" Rita tried again.
"Not yet." Tim replied.
"I remember…" Came a voice from the end of the table. Eva, had looked up and was looking completely coherent. "When Rita was pregnant with Timothy."
Abby looked up from her plate, unable to decide whether or not to be amused. After checking Sarah and Tim's expressions she knew this had to be good. "And she didn't want to tell anybody. So she didn't. She insisted throughout the entire pregnancy she was just gaining weight. Of course none of us believed her, so we treated her like she was pregnant. Then when Timothy was due, she complained all day long, about her back hurting, refusing to go to the hospital." Eva continued.
"I want to tell this part." Taylor piped in, earning him a glare from Rita, but he didn't seem to care. "So eventually we dragged her, kicking and screaming to the hospital, where she delivered Timothy. Even after the 13 hours of labor she insisted that she hadn't been pregnant."
"My turn." Tim interjected. "And so she tried to get up and leave, insisting nothing was wrong with her. But when a nurse came to take the other woman who she was sharing a room with's baby away to do shots and such, she screamed because they were taking 'her baby'. It took a DNA test to convince her I was actually her child."
Abby choked on her water. She looked at Rita in awe. "You think I'm unfit to be a mother and you refused to believe he was your son!" Abby was nearly screaming.
"I HAD NO REASON TO!" Rita protested.
"You had…" Abby started.
"Mom, Abby!" Tim cried. "STOP!"
Both women slouched back into their chairs with a hearty "Humph."
They continued dinner in silence for several minutes, until the small voice from the end of the table piped up again.
"So Tim, are you and Abby thinking about having kids?"
Abby nearly choked on her carrots as she tried to control her laughter. Tim's eyes danced, as he listened to his loving grandma ask a question, she didn't understand. "Uh… We've thought about it yes." Tim said holding back a laugh.
"Well. I think you kids should get a move on." Eva said simply before turning back to her plate.
That was the last straw, Abby lost it. Tim and Sarah shortly followed suit, trailed by Taylor. After several moments of laughter, Rita seemed to give up all hope of trying and joined in on the laughter.
Eva looked up from her plate. "What's so funny?"
The reply chimed through fits of giggles down the table. "Nothing."
Author's Note: Oh yes… In-laws… So much fun! I'm looking for ideas, so if you have any let me know! PLEASE REVIEW!