Hiya! Sorry I haven't updated for about a week but I've been busy with school, blah blah blah. Anyway, this chapter is for Melissa. Most of you have probably read her fics but if you haven't, her names xomelxo , you should read them, they're amazing!

It had been 4 months since Gill lost her baby and she was still grieving but was slowing coming to terms with it. She had returned to work after only two weeks, she'd used the excuse that everyone would be lost without her, and to be honest, it was true. Julie was an amazing copper and a lovely boss but no one compared to Gill. Everyone in the office liked Julie, even Kevin was warming to her, but they all agreed that Gill was better. She was so kind and understanding. She had been quite nice to Rachel when she had her miscarriage and when she understood properly what she went through, she was lovely to her young detective. They could have a laugh with Gill, share a joke, you could do no such thing with Julie. Although Gill was terrible with the opposite sex, all of the detectives agreed that she is amazing.

Melissa was 7 months pregnant and due to marry Sammy in a month. They agreed that it would be better if they were married when the baby was born.

Melissa walked into the kitchen to find Gill baking cakes.

"Gill? Are you okay? It's not like you to be baking, well, it's not like you to be cooking," she stated.

"Oh hush, you. I do cook! I cook lots of things! Anyway, this isn't cooking, it's baking. It's for your mother," Gill replied.

"Oh, Gill! You don't have to go to all this trouble just for my mum, she won't have done anything for you!"

"Don't be silly." Gill waved her hand to dismiss Melissa's comment. "This is the first time I'm going to meet your mum and I want to make a good impression."

"Okay, if you're sure. You'll make a good impression anyway, who doesn't like Gill Murray?" Melissa joked. "Oh, by the way, don't mention anything to do with money. If you do, she'll insist on paying for everything because she inherited all of my grandad's land when he died, so she's rich. Honestly, me and Sammy want to pay for everything ourselves, it's only fair."

"Oh, okay then," Gill replied.

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"MUM, SOMETHING'S BURNING!" Sammy screamed down the stairs.

Gill ran out of the living room and into the kitchen to find smoke billowing out of the over.

"Shit, the cake!" she shouted.

She opened the oven door and more smoke poured out. She turned off the oven and stood looking at her sorry excuse of a cake.

The doorbell rang and Gill went to answer it.

A woman was standing at the door. She wore a purple skirt suit with a frilly lilac shirt. Although it was obvious that it was expensive, it was hideous. The lady also wore a pair of huge blacked out sunglasses.

"Oh, hi. You must be Camilla, Melissa's mother," Gill said.

"Yes, well, you're obviously Sammy's mum," the woman replied in her snotty tone, looking Gill up and down, her eyes fixing on Gill's fluffy pink slippers.

"You're early! You'd better come in."

Camilla held out her hand and Gill assumed that it was for her to shake. She held the woman's hand and Camilla stepped inside the Murray household. She instantly smelled the burnt cake and sniffed the air.

"Yeah, erm, I'm sorry about that. We had a little accident involving the oven and a cake," Gill answered Camilla's question before it had been asked.

"And by 'we', you mean you?" Camilla asked, even more snotty-nosed than before.

"Yeah," Gill replied quietly.

Melissa came running down the stairs and gave her mum a massive hug.

"Careful running down the stair with this bump," Gill joked, pointing to Melissa's protruding abdomen.

"I think my daughter knows what she can and can't do whilst pregnant," Camilla snapped back.

"I was only joking," Gill replied. With that, she led them into the kitchen.

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"So, have you thought about what kind of dress you want, Melissa?" Camilla asked her daughter, pulling a mass of wedding magazines out of her bag.

"Actually, yes. I like this one," Melissa replied, turning to page 43 in her own magazine, Bridal Weekly.

Camilla looked at the dress for a few seconds and quickly discarded it.

"Eugh, you can't have that one! It's far too plain," Camilla said with disgust.

"But that's what I like, Mum. Nothing too flashy or sparkly, just a plain dress."

"No, you'll have this one," Camilla replied, turning to a page in one of her own magazines. The dress that she had picked out was one that went out like a meringue at the bottom and had lots of sequins and diamantes on the corset.

"I think Melissa should choose what she wants to wear," Gill added.

"I don't think so," Camilla replied. "She's my daughter, I know what's best for her."

"Mum, I want the plain one."

"I really think Melissa should decide."

"FINE!" Camilla shouted and raised her hands in an 'I give up' fashion.

Melissa smiled to herself. This was the first time that she'd ever won a disagreement with her mother, and all because of Gill.

"Right, now we've settled that, I think we should talk about what we are wearing so that the mother of the bride and the mother of the groom don't clash," Gill suggested.

"Yes, let's do that! I've got my eye on a very nice green dress that I saw in Selfridges. It's an Alexander McQueen dress, you know. Oh, you probably don't know who he is, he -"

"I know who bloody Alexander McQueen is!" Gill interrupted.

"Oh, right, okay," Camilla replied, shocked. She opened up a page in a fashion magazine and showed Gill the dress. "This is the one I'll be wearing."

Gill's mouth opened in astonishment as she stared at the page.

"What's up, Gill?" Melissa asked.

"That's the dress I bought, it's upstairs!" she replied.

"I'm sorry but I'm afraid you'll have to return it," Camilla said. "I will be wearing this dress."

"No, I'm wearing this dress. I've already bought it, I should wear it!"

"I found it first," Camilla replied.

"Now you're just being petty. I can go and get you the dress and show you if you don't believe me! You can have it if you want, but I'm not sure that it will fit, I've got a slim frame," Gill replied, regarding Camilla's stomach.

"You bitch," Camilla spat. "You can have the dress, I don't care. It's tacky anyway!"

"How can you say that it's tacky?! You said that you wanted to wear it! Someone famous wore it on the TV the other night!"

"I saw that! An actress wore it, it's tacky. Obviously not expensive enough!"

"What?!" Gill asked. "It was £800, that's flipping expensive!"

Melissa stood up and slammed her hands down on the table.

"SHUT UP!" she shouted. "BOTH OF YOU! I hate seeing people fight. I just want my mother and my mother-in-law to get along, is that too much to ask?! Mum, you've been making snide remarks to Gill ever since you got here and I want you to stop. Gill has been a great mother to be, better than you've ever been, in fact, and you should appreciate that. If you can't stop arguing, you're not invited to our wedding!" Melissa ran upstairs to her bedroom crying.

Camilla ran to the bottom of the stairs. "Melissa, honey, come back down!"

"Piss off," was Melissa's reply.

Camilla stormed out, hurt that her daughter didn't want to speak to her.

Gill noticed Camilla's sunglasses still on the table and she rushed to the door to give them back to her.

"Ugh, what do you want now?" Camilla sighed.

"Well, I was going to give you your sunglasses back," Gill replied. "But you probably don't need them, seeing that it's raining and was never sunny to start with."

She dropped the glasses on the floor and crushed them with her foot.

Camilla stood, shocked that Gill had the nerve to do something like that.

Gill simply opened the front door and pushed Camilla out of it.

"See you at the wedding!" she shouted.