When people called you a goth mommy, they didn't mean it in a sexual way. They meant it literally. You were goth and a mommy, you had a child. Your were a goth mommy.

Kick was the one that initiated this name. The name that haunts you forever, not really, but it'd weird to hear it on the field.

Your baby sat on your hip comfortably, chewing on the skull teething toy, the baby's face had black lipstick marks all over that chubby face. And Kick came in to ruin the moment.

"What up, goth mommy?"