"You're, you're dying?" Michael asked quietly. Roger ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed.
"I have AIDS Michael. I got it a few years ago from, a, umm, well, we won't go there. I have AIDS though." Michael put his head in his hands.
"AIDS! God could this get any worse?"
When Michael wasn't looking, Mark mouthed to Roger and Mimi, "Don't tell him about Taylor. He'll flip!" Both nodded in agreement.
"Roger, you shouldn't be living in a place like this. You could get sick really easily here." Taylor tugged at the hem to her over-sized t-shirt. It had a logo from Roger's band across the front, and easily hid the bulge of her stomach. She knew Roger didn't want to leave, and was going to start yelling again.
"Get out of here Michael," Roger said through clenched teeth.
"What?"
"You heard me. Get
the hell out of here."
"Roger," Mimi said calmly.
"Get lost Michael. You show up out of the blue, tell me how to run my life, you probably did that to Taylor too, and she's had enough with controlling men, and expect me to be cool with it? Get out of here!" Michael pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and handed it to Mimi.
"Here's where our Dad is. If you could give it to him when he calms down?" he asked. She nodded, and took the paper. "It was nice meeting you," he said as he left.
"Same here," Mimi replied.
A heavy silence fell upon the loft after Michael left. Roger dug around the kitchen, and produced a bottle of vodka either Collins or Maureen had left behind. He poured himself a large glass, and drank it all at once.
"Throw that piece of paper away, Mimi," he said icily.
"What if Taylor wants it Roger? Did you think about that? Or are you too wrapped up in your own little world again?" retorted Mimi. Roger sighed.
"Fine. Taylor, do
you want to go see Dad?"
"I don't know," Taylor replied
quietly. "Keep it for right now; until I make up my mind."
Roger groaned, and stormed out of the loft. Sighing, Mimi got up to
follow him.
"I'll see you both later. I'm going to go talk to him." Mark and Taylor both waved.
Later that night, Taylor was sprawled out on her stomach at the foot of her bed. mark sat on the bed next to her, and gently rubbed her back. Taylor used her arms as a pillow, and moaned happily.
"Have you made a decision about your Father?" Mark asked cautiously. He knew he was treading on thin ice right now.
"I'm only going if Roger is going with me," replied Taylor. "If I go and he doesn't, my Father will hold it against him, and I can't do that to Roger."
"Mimi is talking to Roger. She's more stubborn than he is, so I think he'll go with you." Taylor nodded, and enjoyed the relaxing massage Mark was giving her.
Mimi had successfully talked Roger into visiting his Father at least once. Mark and Mimi were going with the twins, but didn't actually plan on seeing Mr. Davis. Taylor nervously twirled her wedding ring as the two couples walked down the hall in the hospital. They stopped outside Mr. Davis room. Mark gave Taylor a kiss on the lips.
"Mimi and I will be right out here," he whispered in her ear. She nodded, and looked at Roger.
"Ready to go?" she asked him.
"Ready as I'll ever be," he replied. Mark and Mimi retreated to the waiting room to talk while Roger and Taylor went to see their Father.
"Taylor! Roger! What brings you by here?" a hearty voice announced as soon as the twins walked into the hospital room.
A/N: short chapter, I know, but trust me, the chapters get much longer. Right now, I'm writing the part right after Taylor had the baby. I plan on this story being about 10 chapters long, and I want to have a total of 100 reviews. Right now (June 28) I have 26 reviews. That means I'll need a little over 10 reviews a chapter. Please help me reach my goal! After this fan fiction, I'll either start Off-Set, or I have 2 ideas for Aida fics, but it's all fair game right now. I'll let you all know what my decision is! Peace!
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