Surviving Ricky (A Ricky Horror/ MIW fan fic)

Black Damask

It's been about a week and the house is painted, renovated and just waiting to be filled with furniture.

The guys really know how to work fast!

Ricky and I were currently at the grocery store, shopping for everyone since the kitchen was the only room actually complete in the house, and we didn't want to starve the people who were helping us.

"I'm going to grab some coffee, I'll be right back." I said to Ricky who was self-debating on which cereal to buy for everyone.

"Okay." He said as he pick up a box of cereal.

I wandered off and found where the coffee was, trying to find a whole bunch of different flavours.

I grabbed a couple and started making my way back to where Ricky was with the cart.

Only when I found him, he wasn't alone.

With him was a girl, roughly around the same height as Ricky. She had long, auburn hair and was drop dead gorgeous.

They were both in a deep conversation, with smiles on both of their faces. I thought at first she might've been a fan, but that clearly wasn't the case when she pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheek in the process.

It was safe to say that I was actually a bit hurt by the small gesture. I mean, this is my husband.

I walked up calmly and slowly to the two of them and placed the coffee in the cart without saying anything.

"There you are." Ricky said once he actually noticed me. He was still giving a small smile.

"Who's this, Ricky?" The girl asked.

"This is Abby." He said while pulling me from behind him.

The girls eyebrows were pulled together before she spoke. "Abby as in Abigail Grey?" She asked.

Who the fuck was this chick and why does she know my name? Or at least my maiden name now.

I nodded slowly at the girl.

"So you're the girl who took my Ricky away from me, huh?" She ask with a humourless laugh. She looked me up and down, making me even more uncomfortable than I already was.

Her eyes landed on my stomach and stopped.

"I see you two have been busy." She said, nodding her head towards my swollen tummy.

"I don't really think that's any of your business." I said, finally saying something. "Who are you exactly?"

"I don't really think that's any of your business." She mocked me. Wow this girl was a bitch.

I looked to Ricky who seemed completely shocked at the conversation being taken before him.

"Ricky, I think it's time for us to go." I said while taking his hand. "Come on."

"Excuse you, we were in the middle of a conversation!" The girl raised her voice, stopping us from walking away.

I let go of Ricky and slowly walked back towards the girl. "I don't know who the fuck you are, but I'm pretty sure my husbands priorities are revolving around the health and safety of his child and wife, and definitely not revolving around you. Now, if I say that we're leaving, that's what's happening. Got that?"

"Wow, Ricky. You're just going to let this bitch talk to me like that?" The girl asked, angrily.

"No, Abby's right. Don't you dare call my wife a bitch, you have no right. This conversation is done." Ricky said while taking my hand again and leaving the girl in the middle of the aisle as we pushed out cart towards the checkout.