Author's note: Yay for the third installment! In theory, this is the last one.

It was almost ten-thirty on Friday night. Roger's set was nearly over, and he was racking his brains for another song. Mimi took his hand. She was almost nine months along, and was supposed to be taking it easy. She smiled. "Baby, play my song. Play 'Your Eyes.' Just make sure you play to me."

Roger nodded. "Alright."

He walked out onstage. The crowd cheered. He sat down on the stool, for the first time ever, provoking a sudden hush from the crowd. He leaned into the mic. "This next piece was written almost two years ago. I've never performed it publicly before. This song is dedicated to my fiancée, Mimi Marquez. I present to you, for the first time, 'Your Eyes.'" He performed the song lovingly, passionately, thinking only of Mimi, and of course, omitting her name at the end. The crowd erupted, loving it. Roger beamed happily.

After the set ended, Roger helped Mimi home. "They loved it! I can't believe it!"

Mimi nodded, not responding. She was breathing heavily. "Rog, I think…I think I'm in labor."

"What?" Roger blanched. "Oh, god." He grabbed a nearby payphone. "Benny, Mimi's in labor. Can you swing by? We're right outside the club."

"Yeah, man, be there in a minute."

Benny pulled up a minute later. Mimi's water had already broken, and Roger was trying to help her stay calm, while frantically searching his mind for what the doctors had said to do. Benny helped Mimi into the Range Rover. "Breathe, Mimi. Just concentrate on breathing."

Benny sped to the hospital, and they carried Mimi inside. Benny flagged down a passing nurse. "Excuse me, this woman is in labor!"

The nurse nodded. "Right this way."

Roger held Mimi's hand tightly. "Just one more push, Meems!"

Mimi clenched her eyes shut, screaming in agony. A pang of guilt shot through Roger, for causing her such pain. Mimi screamed again, and the doctor stood up, beaming. "It's a girl!" He handed the baby to Mimi, who beamed, looking at Roger. "Look at your daughter, Roger. Isn't she beautiful?"

Roger grinned. "What are we naming our bundle of joy?"

"Marina Elexa, after my great-grandmother."

"Roger nodded. "I love it." He took Marina into his arms, and the doctor handed him the birth certificate, which he and Mimi finished filling out.

Benny grinned when they came out to meet him at the car. "She's gorgeous." He winked. "And the baby's not bad-looking either."

Roger mock glared. "Hey."

Mark and the rest of the Bohemians were waiting anxiously when Roger and Mimi entered. Mimi smiled. "May I present, the newest member of our group, Marina Elexa Davis."
Marina cooed happily, and everyone melted.

"She's beautiful!" Maureen cried. "Congratulations." She looked at Joanne. "I want one."

Joanne nodded. "We'll see, honeybear."

Mimi yawned. "I need to go rest. You'll see her tomorrow."