A/N: My vacation is nearly over now...so, the chapters won't be becoming as frequently as they have been!!

MUST READ: I posted this a little early just to get it out because I'm going to be able to post it any time soon...

Chapter 10: Shopping Day for Baby

A two weeks after Christmas and Collins' sad departure, some good news finally was surfacing. Maureen, who wasn't that much into her pregnancy, stayed home with Roger and Mimi, while Mark and Joanne worked. One day, Mark came home happy.

"Hey, guys! Guess what?" Mark said.

"You got a new job?" Maureen asked.

"Of course not...I-"

"Got hit by a motobike, and now your back from the dead as an evil, Vampire Zombie?" Roger asked.

"Aw...no, we're-"

"We're going to go see Cats?" Mimi asked.

"LET ME FINISH!" Mark yelled.

Roger, Mimi and Maureen silently shook their heads. Mark, very pleased with himself went on.

"I got paid!" Mark said.

Roger, who was sitting on the window ledge with his guitar, started playing.

"I got Paid, hey, hey

I got paid, yeah, yeah

Now my sorry, penniless ass will fade...away-"

Mark walked over to Mimi. "Is he okay?"

Mimi smirked.

"He wants to form a new band, but he wants to write a "hit song"."

Mark listened to Roger's playing:

"I got paid, oh, oh

I got paid, ho, ho

Now my sorry, gorgeous ass will get laid"-

"I think he should stick to 'Your Eyes'," Mark said, feeling scared.

"Me too...I'm glad you got paid, Mark..." Mimi said.

"Yeah, thanks...I want to take Maureen-"

"What about me?" Maureen asked, hearing her name, despite Roger's loud playing.

Mark turned to her.

"Wanna go baby shopping?"

The Bohos went to Babies R' Us, the most popular and cheapest baby store in the East Village. Though it was a remarkably clean store, there was one thing the Bohemians hated about it-

"SOMEONE SHUT THOSE BABIES UP!" Roger yelled, plugging his ears with his fingers.

"Better get use to it, Rog," Mark warned.

The four broke up as they looked around. Mark and Roger were looking at cribs, while Maureen was looking at the toys. She was hoping for a girl because she loved dolls. Mimi, being the fashion-feline she was, looked at the cute baby clothes. And Roger, alone was...well...he was making a friend-

"Ouch!" Roger said when a toddler, no older than three, in the back of a cart threw his rattle at Roger.

Roger leaned down and picked it up, and gave it back to the little Redhead boy. The boy had a smirk. An evil smirk. As Roger continued to look around, and... BANG! The rattle hit Roger's face again.

"Shit," Roger said, rubbing his cheek.

The little boy started laughing, and swinging his arms.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"The boy started yelling.

Roger, realizing what he had taught the little boy, started to panic. He handed the boy, who's mother was off looking at something, back his rattle. The boy started yelling some more, "Shit! Shit!"

"Shhh! Don't say that...uh, stop...bad word! Bad word!" Roger tried to stop him.

As he started to panic, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and jumped at the touch of a Blond guy.

"Rog, it's just me," Mark said.

"Damn, Mark...you scared me," Roger said.

The little boy laughed and yelled, "Damn, Mark! Damn, Mark! Damn, Mark!"

Mark glared at Roger.

"Thanks, Rog."

Roger rolled his eyes.

"This brat is a fucking Parrot!" Roger said, a little too loudy.

"Fucking, Parrot! Fucking, Parrot!" The little yelled, nearly screaming.

Mark grabbed Roger's arm, and pulled him away from the little boy.

"Rog...if you can't be mature around a stranger baby...how am I suppose to trust you around mine?" Mark asked.

Roger snarled.

"That's not a baby...that's a damn Mocking bird," Roger said.

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well...you're not going to kill it."

Roger made a big smile.

"Oh but how I'd love too."

Before Mark could respond, he heard the little boy start crying. Very loud.

"Now it's crying...what's next? Is it going to sing?" Roger asked.

Mark smirked at him as they watched the toddler cry. In no time, a woman came over, and huddled the toddler in her arms.

"Shhh, honey! Calm down, mommy's here," the woman said.

She turned to see Mark and Roger standing there with "guilt" written all over there faces.

"Did you guys do this?" The woman asked.

Roger and Mark shook their heads, way too quickly to seem innocent. The woman was angry.

"If you guys had anything to do with this, I swear I'll-"

"Sh-sh," the toddler moaned.

The woman looked at her baby in awe.

"Tobey? Are you going to speak, honey?" The woman turned to the two Boho Boys, "He's never spoken before!"

The woman started to smile as she waited for her child to speak...for the very first time:

"Shit," the toddler said...and smiled.

"Great first day of baby shopping, huh Mark?" Roger asked, in his jail cell.

"When do we get out?" Mark asked, not looking at Roger.

Roger shook his head.

"As soon as Mimi and Maureen bail us out," Roger said.

"Yeah...with what? We don't have 1,000."

"I didn't know a little twerp's mouth was worth that much," Roger teased.

Mark rolled his eyes and turned to Roger.

"You know, it's that kind of attitude that put us in here. At least I'm trying not to swear that much. But you...what have you given up?" Mark asked.

Roger looked back at Mark.

"Why do I have to give up anything?" The Rocker replied.

"That's the first rule of parenting...sacrifice. Look at Maureen...she's givien up alcohol," Mark shot back.

"You forget Mark...I'm not having this baby. Neither is Mimi," Roger reminded him.

Mark glared at him.

"Then maybe Maureen and I should move back in with Joanne."

Roger smirked.

"Fine...more cursing for me," Roger shot back.

"And...more lonliness for you."

"I have Mimi."

"I helped you get off drugs...I helped you during your withdrawal...I got you back on to your feet...where would you be without me?" Mark asked.

"Hell."

"That's not funny, Roger," Mark warned.

Roger smirked.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'm just not ready for this."

"Who is? Do you think I am?"

"You act like you are."

"Yeah... I act...for you, Maureen...someone has to be tough."

"But, Mark...you can't over work yourself...you're too young for that."

Mark turned his head from Roger.

"I'm too young to be a father too."

"That baby is going to be the luckiest brat in the entire world..."

"Why?"

"...he's going to have you as dad."

Mark smiled.

"...or she."

"...or it," Roger teased back.

"...or fucking parrot," Mark went on.

"...or damn Mocking bird."

The two laughed. It was kind of ridiculous, being in jail because of three year old Toddler, whose mother didn't know he could talk until now. It was actually kind of funny, and...cute? Okay, not that. But still...

As they waited, they finally saw Maureen and Mimi come in with Benny and Joanne.

"Thank, God...we're out of here," Roger said.

After the jailer opened the door, Maureen grabbed Mark, and Mimi grabbed Roger.

"What were you morons thinking?" Joanne asked.

"It was Roger's fault," Mark defended himself.

"Roger..." Mimi said.

"That little fucker was throwing his rattle-thingy at me. It was an accident," Roger finally defended himself.

"Accident? Hell no," Joanne said, "Mark and Maureen are moving back in with me."

Mark looked at Maureen.

"We are?" He asked.

Joanne stepped in.

"Yes, that kid is going to grow up in a curse-free home," Joanne turned to Roger, "Mark my words."

Roger smirked.

"You can't keep that kid away from us," Roger warned.

"Watch me," Joanne said.

...To be continued

A/N: I'm thinking of a sequel when I'm done with this! Incase I'm having too much fun writing this...that won't be anytime soon! Oh, and if anyone has ideas on what to name the baby...let me know!!