Long time no update! AHHH! That's a bad thing! I apologize for keeping you waiting. I've been REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY busy. But, here it is! Enjoy!

One month later

"Roger?" Mimi said. The couple was cuddling on the couch in the loft, feeling Mimi's stomach for any kicks from the baby. "You know the check we got from everyone?" Roger nodded.

"Ready to start looking for apartments?" he asked.

"Not exactly. I was thinking, why don't we just renovate my old one? It would be way less expensive, and we wouldn't have to move so far away from everyone. I know it's not a great location to raise a child in, but he or she will be surrounded by loving people." Roger smiled.

"That's genius, Meems. I know a contractor; I'll give him a call." Roger grabbed the phone book, and searched it for the number. He found it, and dialed.

"Roger!" Mimi whispered. "It's kicking!" Roger threw the phone back on the cradle and ran to his wife, placing his hands on her stomach. He grinned, feeling tiny kicks below his hand. Mimi noticed a tear forming in the corner of his eye, and she wiped it away.

"Why are you crying?" she asked.

"That's our child, Mimi. Our child, giving us a sign that he or she loves us and wants to meet us."

"I know, I'm ecstatic to meet you too, un poco." (little one). "Kiss me?" she asked her husband.

"As you wish," he replied, quoting The Princess Bride. He leaned in to give his wife a kiss, wrapping his arms around her small frame.

The phone rang, causing Mimi to roll her eyes. Roger reached over and grabbed it, sitting up.

"Bill?" Hi, sorry about hanging up. So, my wife and I- yes, Meems and I are married, I'll explain later- we want to renovate her old apartment. We need more space." Roger stopped talking, and Mimi assumed the contractor was asking a question.

"Well," Roger said. "We need basically a full-on renovation. Two added rooms, everything… Yeah, two. Mimi's expecting… Thanks. Five months, maybe… So, you could possibly come over in a few days and check it out… Yeah, Thursday works. See you then. Bye."

"So, we're renovating?" Mimi asked happily.

"We're starting a new life," Roger corrected, placing his hand on Mimi's stomach. "You, me, and the little one. All of us, our little family."