Author's Note: I'm back again! Enjoy.

March, 1994

"Speak!"

"Guys, hello, seriously, answer the phone." Maureen's frantic voice filled the room. "I'm so not kidding. This isn't funny! Mark, Mimi, Firefly, anyone? Where are you guys?"

"Chill, Mo." Collins picked up the phone. "What'd you do, take a Perkiset? "

"Collins! This is serious!"

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"I don't know how it happened."

"Mo, what is it?"

"I'm pregnant, Collins."

"Son of a…" Collins gasped. "You're not serious?"

"I am, I am. Oh, I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"Mo, chill. Come over here. We'll talk. We'll figure out a way to handle it."

"Oh, Collins, thank God for you, you're a lifesaver. I'll be there in five."

Maureen flew through the door in less than three minutes. "Where're the others?"

"Um…" Collins shrugged. "Marina's at her grandmother's. Mimi's at work. As for the others, who knows?"

Maureen sighed. "So, anyway. It's not that I don't want the baby. But how am I gonna explain it to Joanne? She'll accuse me of cheating on her. And it's not like I can deny it."

"Did you cheat on her?"

"I was drunk! I didn't mean to!"

Collins sighed. "You never 'mean to', Mo."

"Collins!"

"I'm sorry, Mo, but it's true. Okay, so do you know who it was?"

"Um…"

"I'll take that as a no. Well, way I see it, you've got three options. One, carry and keep the baby. Joanne might not like that one, though. Two, carry the baby and put it up for adoption. Three, abortion."

"No way. There's no way I'd ever get an abortion. Besides, even if I wanted one, I'm four months in."

"Okay, two options. First, you have to tell Jo."

"I know, I know."

"Do you want me to…?"

"No, I can handle it."

Maureen poked her head through the apartment door. "Hey, Jo? Can we talk?"

"Yeah. What's wrong, honeybear?" Joanne put an arm around Maureen. "You can tell me anything."

"Oh, that's good to know. You might want to sit down for this." Maureen smiled wryly. "I've got some news. Now, please, promise not to get angry with me."

"Okay, honeybear, whatever it is, I'll stand by you. I promise"

"Will you? Um…so anyway…Pookie, I'm pregnant."

There was a stunned silence. Joanne's jaw dropped, and she asked in a tense voice, "Whose is it?"

"That's the thing. I don't know. I got drunk, and you were busy taking care of Roger's funeral arrangements, and I was lonely, and I was upset, cause I'd lost another friend, and I was scared shitless, cause, you know, what if it's us next, and there was some guy in the bar, and I'd had a few too many, and I wasn't thinking…"

Joanne stood up. "Just shut up, Maureen. You always have an excuse. 'I wasn't flirting, we were just talking, I've had too much to drink', blah, blah, blah. Well, I'm done with your excuses."

"Pookie…"

"No! I don't want to hear it, dammit! We are through. I want you out of here in two days. I'm done putting up with you. Leave, and do it quickly."

"Joanne, what do you want from me? I tried, okay. I tried to be faithful, and it worked for a long time. I make one mistake, and you throw me out?"

"Mistake? Maureen, you got knocked up by some white trash bar patron! You want to know what I want from you? I want you gone. Out of my life!"

"Pookie, I can't-no, I won't just quit loving you!"

"Do whatever you want, I don't care. But you know what? I'm quitting, Maureen. I'm quitting you."