Joanne gave Maureen one last passionate kiss before grabbing her suitcase and briefcase on the floor next to her.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked for what seemed like the millionth time that morning.
"I'll be fine," Maureen assured. Her face fell. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too." Maureen pinched Joanne's ass playfully. "Okay, I guess I'll see you in two weeks. I love you, Honeybear."
"I love you too, Pookie." Maureen watched sadly as Joanne left. Both couldn't help but remember what had happened the last time Joanne had left.
Maureen was just finishing up her lunch when the rest of the Bohemians arrived to help her pack up the apartment.
"Hey Mo," Collins said as he gave her a hug. "Let me see that baby bump of yours." Maureen pulled up her shirt revealing her baby bump.
"Are you excited?" Mark asked.
"Kinda. Right now, I'm excited about moving, so let's get to work!" Maureen rushed to Joanne's office and returned with a large stack of folded up cardboard boxes. "I hid these in Pookie's office."
"Now how exactly did you get this entire grand scheme by Ms. Ivy-League?" Collins asked, waiting anxiously to hear this answer. A sly smile crept across Maureen's face.
"Easy, I would bring up the apartment at the worst times, so when she found the boxes and all, it was easy to tell her that we had talked about them already." Roger shook his head. Maureen's evil plans were unbelievably well thought out at times.
Maureen clambered up onto the counter to get the last of the dishes out of the cabinet. Mimi came out of the bathroom and stopped.
"Maureen! What the hell are you doing!?" she exclaimed. Maureen jumped off the counter.
"Packing up the dishes," she replied as if Mimi had asked the world's dumbest question.
"You have to be careful! You have a baby to think about."
"I'm only trying to help," Maureen said, on the verge of bursting into tears. Mimi put her hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"I know, honey, I know." She fixed Maureen's messy hair. "You can help by finishing up the curtains for the nursery."
"You don't want my help?" Now Maureen had tears in her eyes.
"Of course we want your help." Mimi put her hand on Maureen's baby bump. "Feel that? That's your baby; if you fall or something it could get hurt. Are you really going to risk that when there's four of us here willing to climb on top of counters like monkeys?" Maureen shook her head. "Good, now why don't you get started on those curtains?" Maureen put her hand next to Mimi's and rubbed her swollen stomach for a second before taking a seat at her sewing machine.
There were boxes piled up all over the place. Mimi wrapped her arms around Roger's waist. It was close to one in the morning, and everyone was completely exhausted. Maureen was fast asleep on the couch, because everything else, including the bed, was packed up.
"I can't believe we got everything packed up in one day," Mimi said quietly.
"It's not that big of an apartment, and Joanne kept everything organized," Collins pointed out. Mimi felt her eyes getting heavy. Roger kissed the top of her head affectionately.
"We should get going, it's late," he said. He gently guided a half asleep Mimi out of the cluttered apartment.
Maureen felt someone gently shake her shoulder. Groaning loudly in protest, she opened her eyes. Early morning sunlight glared at her.
"Go away," she grumbled.
"Come on, Maureen, time to get up," Mimi said as gently as possible. "The guys are ready to start carrying boxes down to the moving van. You need to get up." Maureen rolled off the couch and stumbled to her feet. Mimi rubbed her back soothingly.
"What time is it?"
"Nine thirty," Mark replied.
"It's so early!"
"Don't remind me," Roger grumbled. Mimi shot him a dirty look, causing him to promptly close his mouth.
"What are we going to do?" Maureen asked Mimi.
"We are going to head down to the new apartment to do some last minute things while they do the actual loading and such."
"That's not fair!" Roger complained.
"Are you really going to let a four and a half month pregnant woman and your girlfriend lug boxes and furniture all day?" Not in the mood to argue, Roger simply walked away.
"You girls go ahead, we'll see you in a few hours," Collins said. Maureen grabbed her purse and left with Mimi.
Late that night, Roger lay sprawled out on his stomach in his boxers on his bed. Mimi came into the room and smiled.
"What's wrong, sexy?" she asked.
"I can't move," Roger groaned.
"Poor baby. I know how we could fix that. First we can start with this." Mimi straddled Roger and began to give him a massage. Roger moaned with pleasure as Mimi kneaded his shoulders and back.
"I like this part."
"Then you'll love the next part," Mimi said seductively.
Half an hour later, Mimi leaned back against Roger's strong chest as he wrapped his arms around her. the warm bath water swirled around them. Roger cupped Mimi breast in his large hand and squeezed. Mimi squirmed uncomfortably.
"Come on, Meems, why not?"
"Because we're both exhausted, and frankly, I'm not in the mood for sex."
"Not in the mood for sex!? Is that even possible? I didn't even know that that was possible, especially coming from your mouth." Mimi drew lazy circles on the backs of Roger's hands with her thumbs.
"Please Roger, let's just relax. Tomorrow night, I'm all yours." Mimi tipped her head back and kissed Roger tenderly.
"Promise?"
"Promise." Roger fingered Mimi's simple gold wedding band around her finger as they continued to cuddle in the bathtub.
