It was another typical day in the Loft. Mimi was sitting on the couch, half asleep. At that moment, a pair of hands started to gently massage her shoulders. Mimi opened her eyes and glanced up at Roger, who was standing behind her.

"Oh, babe, don't take this the wrong way," Mimi complained. "But why'd you have to disturb me? I was so tired."

"I'm sorry. I just thought you'd like it." The dancer's annoyance vanished at the sight of Roger looking upset at bothering her.

"It's okay, Roger. I've just been really tired lately."

"Mimi, are you sure you're not sick?"

"I don't feel sick. Just tired. Roger, please relax. I promise I'll go see a doctor if I still feel this way in a week, okay?" Further conversation was cut off when the Loft door slid open, allowing Mark to walk in, looking distracted about something.

"Hey, you doing okay, Mark?" Roger asked, noticing this.

"Yeah!" Mark replied a little too quickly. "I'm fine. Never better."

"Cohen, how long have we known each other? I think I'd know when something's bugging you. I told you that two months ago, after Emily's car accident, remember?" Mark paused for a moment, but then sighed heavily.

"Okay. I suppose I could ask for your opinion on this. After all, you two would be a good judge." Mark took a seat on the table positioned in front of the couch so he was facing Roger and Mimi. "Now, I just want your honest opinions on how this sounds, okay?"

"Sure," Roger agreed.

"Let's hear it," Mimi added. Mark took a deep breath before beginning.

"Listen, I know you and I have only technically been going out for two months now. But when you think about it, the purpose of dating is to get to know somebody. And before we started dating, we'd been friends for well over a year. And in that time, I've come to know you as an incredibly wonderful person. I love your compassion and your generosity. I love how you were able to just dive into this crazy family on that night of Maureen's disastrous attempt at that handcuff magic trick, and how you just took everything in stride. I love how you're never the one to judge others, no matter how badly they messed up. I love seeing you being a mother to Penny, and how you're always willing to make sacrifices for her. Most of all though, I love you." Mark took a breath for the second time and looked up at Roger and Mimi expectantly, waiting for their evaluation. Roger was looking right back at him, his eyebrows raised so high, they had disappeared behind his hair. Mimi, on the other hand, looked absolutely ecstatic.

"Oh, Mark!" she gaped. "Are you serious?!"

"Yeah," Mark nodded, grinning nervously. "I think I am." Mimi gave out an excited squeal and hugged her friend in delight.

"Mark, that's great!" she cried. "Do you have the ring?"

"Well, yeah," Mark took a box out of his pocket, showing his friends a diamond ring that had a golden rabbit posed in a leaping position over the stone. "Emily has a thing for rabbits, you know? Her favorite animal."

"How'd you ever afford this?"

"I swallowed my pride and asked my parents for a loan," Mark explained. "You remember how much my mom liked Emily when she visited. The rest I got from the ATM at the Food Emporium." As Mimi grinned at the sight of the ring, Mark glanced at Roger, who hadn't said a word since Mark had made his intentions known. Slowly, the musician's face broke into a smile.

"Way to go, Cohen," he grinned in approval. "So, when are you going to ask her?"

"Haven't quite figured that part out yet," Mark confessed. "But I don't want her to know about this until that time comes, so she can't get any hint."

"Can't get any hint of what?" The three friends turned to the door in shock. Mark hadn't closed the Loft door when he walked in, so there had been nothing to alert them that Emily had came in. Mimi quickly placed the box back into Mark's pocket, concealing her action from Emily as she stepped in, looking at her friends. "What are you three talking about in here?" Emily asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about, Emily," Mark assured, kissing her in greeting. "So, how was work?"

"Well, I had an interesting talk with one of my co-workers, today," Emily began, taking a seat next to Mimi on the couch. "I was telling him how my boyfriend is a filmmaker, and he told me about this festival event of some kind that takes place in a few months. People who make movies get together from all over the city to show off their work in a film competition. I thought you might want to go check it out, Mark."

"I don't know," Mark shook his head hesitantly.

"Oh, come on, Mark! You're a great filmmaker. I bet you'll be right up there with the best of them," Emily urged.

"You're just saying that 'cause you're my girlfriend."

"No, I'm saying that 'cause it's true. Roger, Mimi, back me up, here, will you?"

"Oh, just go for it, Mark," Roger lightly shoved his best friend. "Remember, I was hesitant about going to that band competition at Bar None. Look what happened then." Mark looked between his friends, who were all giving him supporting smiles.

"Well, I guess I could try," he relented.

"Knew you would say that," Emily pulled an entry form out of her bag. "That's why I brought this back with me. You just have to fill that out and come up with something that's brilliant. Of course, that shouldn't be too hard for you." Mark took the entry form, flattered yet apprehensive over how much faith she had in him, and how it would be displaced if he didn't do as good as she thought he would.

"I guess I should start looking for an idea, then," Mark decided, fetching his camera from his room. Roger glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Oh, sh-t. My band's meeting for a practice session in an hour. I gotta get going if I want to stop at the clinic for our AZT on the way. Meems, you wanna come?"

"Thanks, Roger," Mimi shook her head. "But I'm really tired. Maybe next time, okay, babe?"

"Roger, while you're out, could you take a short trip to the drug store for my insulin, since it's on your way?" Emily piped up. "I want to have a moment alone with Mimi. Girl talk, you know?"

"Sure. No problem," Roger nodded as he stepped out of the Loft with Mark.

"Mimi," Emily stood up from the couch the second the boys had left. "Get your coat. I'm taking you to see Dr. Jordan."

"Emily, I told you, I'm fine!" Mimi cried. "I wish you and Roger would stop babying me." Emily's expression grew unreadable for a moment, but then it became serious and concerned.

"Mimi, please. Just humor me, okay? It's just that… look, I just have a suspicion about something. Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong. I just want to make sure, okay?" Mimi took a moment to study Emily's face, but gave in.

"Okay, you win. I'll go."

At Dr. Jordan's office, Emily and Mimi sat by, waiting for the doctor to come in. Emily was looking very serious about something, while Mimi was slouched in her seat, showing her reluctance to be here.

"Emily, would you please tell me what we're doing here?"

"I told you, Mimi. I have a suspicion I want confirmed." The two waited in silence once again until Dr. Jordan stepped in.

"Good afternoon, Miss Goodhall, Mrs. Davis," Dr. Jordan greeted. "What brings you here today?" Mimi was about to reply when Emily cut her off.

"It's about Mimi, here," Emily stated. "She's been experiencing some symptoms I've seen before. I think she should be tested for pregnancy."

AN: The next chapter will be up as soon as I complete the final scene, which will be soon. These next few chapters will all be cliffhangers, so expect them.
In another story, the pictures from the Josh Groban concert are on my photobucket account, in the Misc folder. (Some didn't turn out so good, but I did my best) Anyway, the link's in my profile. I hope you enjoy them.