Ésta Es Mi Mamá

Chapter 1:

Mimi sat on the edge of the bed with her left leg tucked under her and her right leg dangling over the edge. In her hands she held an old, worn picture. The dancer tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, never taking her eyes off the photo. Only when she heard Roger come out of the bathroom did she stuff it under her pillow.

"What were you looking at?" Roger asked. Mimi got up and snaked her arms around her boyfriend's neck.

"That is none of your business," she replied as she kissed Roger lightly on the lips. She then let go of his neck. "Now come on, aren't we going?"

"I was waiting for you." Rolling her eyes, Mimi entwined her fingers with Roger's, and the couple left.

Music pounded through the club. Roger and Mimi sat together at the far end of the bar. Mimi tapped her fingers against the surface in front of her to the beat of the music.

"Let's dance," she said suddenly. Roger's head whipped around to face his girlfriend. There was a hopeful smile spread across her face.

"Oh no, you know that I don't dance." Mimi began to pout. "No, I'm not going to dance."

"Please Roger, for me?" Roger shook his head. Mimi got up and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Por favor? Para mi?" she purred in his ear. Roger sighed. For some unknown reason, his heart melted when Mimi spoke in Spanish. It was her secret weapon. Whenever she asked Roger in Spanish, he gave in, and she knew that. Roger sighed.

"Fine, let's go." Mimi squealed and kissed Roger on the cheek happily.

"Gracias baby!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Roger grumbled. "Let's just get this over with." Roger got up and followed Mimi.

Mimi pulled Roger onto the dance floor. she snaked her arms around his neck and pressed her hips against his. Roger's arms. Encircled Mimi's small waist and pulled her close. Their two bodies swayed together in perfect unison. Bodies pressed against the couple, causing sweat to quickly form on both of them. The next song was a slow one. Mimi rested her head on Roger's chest and listened to his heartbeat. She felt so relaxed by such a simple sound. Roger slid his hands into Mimi's back pockets. He could sense how happy she was just to be near him.

Roger wrapped his arms around Mimi's waist from behind and began to kiss her neck as she unlocked the door to their loft. Mimi moaned. Finally, she managed to unlock the door. Roger spun her around and kissed her hard on the lips. Mimi reached behind her and opened the door. The couple stumbled rather ungracefully inside and closed the door behind them. Mimi found herself wedged between the wall and Roger. Roger grabbed her arms, pinned them above her head and continued to kiss the dancer. Mimi somehow managed to wrap her legs around Roger's waist. Without breaking off the lip-lock, the couple got over to the bed and continued their fun.

Roger rolled over in bed. He found Mimi fast asleep next to him. Her caramel skin glowed in the moonlight. Something poking out from under Mimi's pillow caught Roger's attention. He reached over the dancer's sleeping form and found that it was a photo. The rocker carefully looked at the photo. It was of a woman in her thirties holding a young girl. Roger immediately recognized the girl as Mimi. The woman had the same large brown eyes she did. Roger flipped the photo over. Written on the back in Mimi's delicate script was Mama y Mi. Roger looked at the front again. Sure enough, the woman looked exactly like Mimi. Roger felt so stupid for not seeing it before. Mimi stirred. Roger quickly replaced the photo and lay back down. Now, he wanted to know more about Mimi's Mother. However, that would have to wait to morning.