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Thanks all again for your reviews. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. Especially the slashy goodness allyou slasherfans out there. :-D And again, I promise it won't be all mush, there will be some angst... eventually. If only to torture poor Roger. Well, and Mark too of course. Enjoy!
Chapter 4 - Oh Mo!
"OH MY GOD I'M FAT!!!" Were the words I suddenly heard coming from the hall outside the loft. Roger and I jumped up from the table and ran to the door.
"Maureen?" I opened the door and she was standing there looking mortified. It had only been two months since we found out she was pregnant, and she wasn't even showing yet.
I laughed. "Mo, you're not fat. You're not even showing yet."
She shoved passed me into the loft and plopped down dramatically on the couch. "Marky look at me. I'm huge. I'm the size of a house." She began to 'cry.' I wanted to laugh, but I knew that'd be a bad idea.
"Maureen, have you been looking into funhouse mirrors again?" Roger asked cynically. I snickered and she glared hard at him.
"That's not funny Roger. Look at me. I'm so fat." She pinched a small amount of flesh from her stomach glancing back and forth between Roger and I.
He laughed at her, then sat down beside her placing a hand on her knee. "Maureen, you're not fat. You're beautiful."
I raised a brow at Roger. Did he actually just say that to Maureen?
I opened my mouth to speak and he shushed me,then continued. "You're gonna make a wonderful mother, and you're not fat." I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"You're just saying that Roger, and you repeated yourself." She shot up from the couch. "Oh Marky, tell you're 'husband' he doesn't have lie to me. I know I'm fat." She leaned on my shoulder and started crying.
Very funny Mo. I tried my best to comfort her. This must be the hormones the doctor told us about. And we still have seven more months to go. Oh boy… or girl!
"Maureen, you're not fat, you're pregnant. And you really do look beautiful." I didn't know what else to tell her. I stroked her hair sweetly hoping it'll calm her down.
She pulled away from me and wiped away her tears. "You're right Mark. I am beautiful." Well that seemed to work.
"You are Mo." Now please leave so I can have some alone time with Roger. I was anxious to get her out of the loft. Roger and I hadn't had much time to spend together since I'd been going with Maureen to her checkups,and he'd been working a lot more since he got promoted.
The only reason they promoted him was because he was so depressing as a greeter, but he was a hard worker. I remember it was during the holidays a couple of months ago, I went to see him at work and he was arguing with this elderly couple. They didn't think he was 'friendly' enough and started bitching him out. I watched as he 'tried' not to get angry at them. It was a funny sight though. His manger came out after hearing the commotion a few minutes later, and the old lady smack him with her purse. Roger and I laughed and the old lady hit him too. Her husband thankfully stopped her before she could hit me. So they promoted him. Now he's an actual sales associate, earning a commission and everything.
"Mark, will you take me home? I'm kind of tired." Maureen interrupted my thoughts suddenly.
"Oh sure. But how did you get here?"
"I took Joanne's car." She grinned impishly.
"Well if you have Joanne's car, why do you need me to take you home?" I raised a brow curiously at her.
"Because I don't want to go home alone right now." I could tell she was becoming emotional again.
I quickly agreed not wanting to deal with that again. "Okay Mo. Let's go." I sighed inwardly and gestured for Roger to follow in our car so I have a way home.
"Maureen, where have you been?" Joanne hollered once we arrived. She had her hands on her hips standing in the doorway.
"Oh lighten up Joanne. I just went out for a little drive. I needed to get out of here. It was getting really stuffy…"
"So you went to see Mark?" They still fight about me, even after all this time. I rolled my eyes and made my exit of their place not caring to hear anymore of their squabbling.
I waited on the curb for Roger to show up. What's taking him so long? He was right behind me on the way here. It's cold out here. You'd think February would be somewhat warmer with it being so close to Spring, but…
"Hey cutie. How much?" I looked up and saw Roger.
"Ha ha. Very funny Rog." I glared playfully at him and got into the car.
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"Mark, have you thought of ideas for names yet?" Roger rolled over in our bed and wrapped an arm around my stomach.
"Not yet. Okay, that's a lie. That's the one thing I can't stop thinking about. I have some ideas, but I wasn't sure when I should bring them up to you."
"Hey, now's a good a time as any." He leaned up and kissed my cheek.
"Well, I was thinking if it's a boy we could call him Angel? What do you think? I mean, I think that…"
I think that's a great idea." He smiled warmly.
I smiled back, my insides jumping for joy. "Wonderful. Collins would've loved that. Oh, how about Angel Collins for his full name?"
"Not bad. But what last name will he have? Yours or mine? After all, he'll be our son, right?"
"Right. I don't know. I guess we could hyphenate it." I shrugged not to sure what else to say.
"Okay, but who's name goes first?"
"I don't know. Let's see how they sound. Angel Collins Davis-Cohen. Or Angel Collins Cohen-Davis."
"I like Cohen-Davis myself." He grinned smugly.
"Actually so do I. I think it sounds better that way." Finally catching on to his meaning, I gave him a slight shove.
He laughed. "Took you long enough. I like it 'cause he'll more than likely be referred too as Angel Davis instead of Angel Cohen."
I shook my head, rolled my eyes and sighed. "Oh Roger, only you."
"So what if Maureen has a girl, what should we call her?"
"I was thinking we could probably call her Maureen after her mom?"
The look on his face turned sour. "No way! We will not do that to the poor girl. It's bad enough she'll have Maureen as her mother…"
"That's just fucked Roger."
"Oh come on. You can't tell me you haven't thought that same thing. Admit it Marky."
"That's beside the point Rog. It was still fucked up."
"But you admit you thought the same thing?"
"Yeah, but…"
"Ha! I knew it."
"Shut up." I took a bold move saying that to Roger.
"Excuse me? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He sat up and put his hands on his hips. That was the cue to continue to play.
"Yeah I did. So what're you gonna do about it?" I held my ground, trying not to laugh at the awestruck look on his face.
He growled at me then pounced. This was the worst part of the game. He tickled me mercilessly. I screamed like a little girl before he finally gave in. "That's so not fair Rog. You know I'm extremely ticklish."
He grinned mischievously. "I know. That's why I do it. I know I'll always win."
"You can be such an bitch Roger." I glared intensely at him, partially playful, partially not.
"I know. But you love me anyway."
My eyes softened. "Yeah, I do." I leaned into him and kissed him firmly on the lips.
He accepted my invitation and kissed me with such fervor. His hands wandered about my body, tracing his fingertips across my hot skin. I begged for more with my movements and he gave me more. Much more. Before I knew it, he was deep inside and I cried out in sheer pleasure.
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The next morning I woke up and Roger had already left for work. I walked into the living room and the answering machine light was blinking. I figured it was probably work wondering where my latest project was. I pushed the button-
"Mark, this is your mother. Where are you? Why didn't you tell me about the baby? I had to hear about it from your sister. Were you ever planning on tell me or keep it a secret until the baby was born? I'm very disappointed in you Mark Cohen. How could you not tell me you and Maureen were planning a family? I'm your mother Mark. You should have told me before anyone else. Even your father's upset. How could you do this to your family Mark?" Beep.
OH GOD! I knew Cindy would do this. I'm just surprised it took her this long to blab. If I call her back she'll just bitch at me more for not telling her. And if I don't call her back, she'll bitch at me for not calling her back and about not telling her. It's a lose, lose situation. I sighed heavily.
And it's not Maureen and I who're planning a family. It's Roger and I. Maureen just happens to be the baby's mother. Like I could tell her that. It's bad enough she barely accepts Roger and I in the first place. Let alone telling her that it's Rog and I planning all this. I sighed again.
What am I gonna do? I wish Roger was here right now. He'd know what to do. Yeah, he'd tell me not to bother calling, and hope she doesn't call back. Thank goodness we have an answering machine otherwise I'd be screwed. I probably should have told her, especially right after we found out. But it had slipped my mind. She won't buy that though. She'll just say that I didn't want to tell her. She'll never believe me.
The phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I decided against answering it, thinking it was probably my mom again. Speak…
"Roger? Roger honey are you there? It's mom. Give me a call as soon as you get this honey. I'll be home all day. Love you." Beep.
Oh thank goodness. I would've felt bad if it was my mom. I really should call her back though. I could always just hang up on her if she gets to bitchy. Yeah, I'll never hear the end of that one if I do that. Damn, I hate this. Fuck it, I'll just go out, get some work done, and figure this all out when Roger gets home later tonight.