~In my stories Sarah will always be a lesbian M.E. cause well, it's fanfiction, Sarah hasn't on Days for decades and I CAN! ~

"Good morning, Victor," Julie said as she read the paper.

"Hello," Victor realized how ridiculous he looked, with his shoes in one hand and his jacket in the other.


"Ah, o.k." Victor knew Julie had an agenda.

"Did you have a good night?"

"I didn't get much sleep, actually," Victor said.

Julie's lips curved up. "Maggie's wearing you out already?"

"Julie!" Maggie chastised her friend, entering the kitchen.

"Aww, Maggie you never let me any fun," Julie complained.

"You forgot your wallet," Maggie said, handing it to Victor.

"Thank you," Victor kissed Maggie lightly.

"I'll see you later," Maggie said.

"Definitely. Julie." Victor nodded and left.

Julie smirked.

"So, nice to see the tradition of sneaking your boyfriend into Grandma's house still lives on."

"Mmm-mmm. I'm happy we didn't get caught. Although…" Maggie blushed.

"You didn't! Maggie, you vixen!"

"Aunt Maggie, why is Julie calling you a vixen?" Hope asked, sleepily.

"Because she's insane," Maggie said, pointedly.

"Oh, tell me I'm wrong," Julie said.

"You're wrong. I…it didn't happen. Didn't feel right," Maggie sipped her coffee.

"Well, maybe later," Julie said.

"I swear, I never realize how much you two talk about sex," Hope groaned.

"What? Just because we might be…" Julie paused, searching for the right word.

"Wiser," Maggie supplied.

"Wiser, right, it doesn't mean we don't enjoy sex," Julie said.

"Julie…you know I hate to acknowledge the fact you and Daddy…." Hope wrinkled her nose.

"Well, darling, would you rather your father and I not have sex?"

Hope was silent for a moment. "There's no good answer to that."

"I love you, darling," Julie laughed, kissing Hope.

"Coffee," Sarah grumbled.

"Good morning, princess," Maggie said.

"Still not a morning person?" Hope asked.

"You, of all people, know what's like working third shift," Sarah said.

"Oh, poor baby on the farm, doing her dream job," Hope mocked.

"When do you have to go back?" Maggie asked, getting juice out of fridge. Her t-shirt rode up revealing a spot of red on her lower back. Sarah noticed the spot.

"In three days. Sorry, Mom," Sarah said.

"Are you missing the smell of formaldehyde?"Julie asked.

"I do, actually," Sarah said, sheepishly. "Mom? What's on your back?"

"Um…" Maggie felt all eyes on her.

"Because it looks like a tattoo. But my mother, who lectured my sister for five hours when she got a tattoo in college, would never get a tattoo," Sarah exclaimed.

Julie and Maggie exchanged a look. Hope's eyes widened.


"We were bored and Chelsea was visiting," Julie shrugged.

"Chelsea went with you? Please don't tell me my daughter has a tattoo."

"It's tasteful," Julie said.

"Uh-huh. What is it?" Hope asked.

"Honey, just call her and ask," Julie said, not wanting betray Chelsea, who had Zack's name over her heart. She wasn't sure how Bo and Hope would react. Billie loved it.

Hope looked suspicious. "So what did you and Aunt Maggie get?"

"Really, is this relevant?" Maggie asked.

"Oh, just show us," Jennifer said.

"If you insisted," Maggie lifted the back of her shirt to reveal a red shoe on her lower back.

"Mom…." Sarah choke up.

"That's amazing," Jennifer said.

"What's yours, Julie?" Hope asked.

"Oh, she wimped out when she heard the needle on my skin," Maggie said.

Hope, Jennifer, and Sarah cracked up. Julie pouted.

"Well, what are the plans for today?" Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking of a spa day," Julie said.

"You buying?"Maggie asked.

"Yes, but actually to tell the truth you look exhausted," Julie said, raising an eyebrow.

"I am tired. I think I'm going home and crashing," Maggie said, getting Julie's signal.

"Well, then we'll catch up later, " Sarah said.

Maggie walked in the Kiriakis mansion.

"Victor?" She called.

"He's at the office, Mrs. Horton," Henderson said.

"Right," Maggie paused and then pulled out her phone. She dialed a number. "Hello, honey. I'm home alone and so lonely…Ten minutes? See you then."

"You know you cost me a couple thousand dollars, by making me take the afternoon off," Victor chuckled. Maggie raised her head from Victor's chest.

"Are you complaining?" She kissed Victor.

"Mmm, never. In fact, we should do this more often."

"Taking the afternoon off or what we did this afternoon?" Maggie traced letters that formed 'Isabella' on Victor's chest.

"Both. Did you get any sleep last night after I left?"

"Not really. But I feel like I can sleep now," Maggie snuggled closer to Victor.

"I love you, my Maggie."

"I love you, too."

"Sleep, sweetheart. I'm here." Victor kissed Maggie's head.