They stood there still until they could no longer see their cab as it drove away. Mimi pressed her face into Roger's chest, as if looking at the car drive away would hurt her. Mark hadn't expected that Maureen and Joanne would actually leave.

"And then there were four," Collins laughed, putting an arm around Mark.

"Five, actually," Benny chimed in as he walked over to the group.

"Benny, what are you doing here?" Mimi asked, tears still streaming down her face.

"Roger called me. Congratulations about the baby." Benny acknowledged Roger with a nod and a smile. "I came by to see if there was anything I could do to help." Benny smiled. They hadn't seen much of him since New Years, but they had all realized that he had changed.

"No," Roger said, patting him on the back, "Thanks." It was obvious to everyone watching that the two had made their peace.

Mimi smiled at Roger as the group, including Benny, made their way up the stairs of the loft.

3 weeks later

"Merry Christmas, bitches" Collins said sliding the door to the loft open, a basinet hoisted over his shoulders.

"I wish," Mimi laughed, dabbing herself with a wet towel, "this heat is killing me." They had made it to July with almost no problems, aside from the unbearable heat.

Mimi's eyes widen at the sight of the white basinet. "Where'd you get the money for that?" She asked. He laughed back at her. "I don't want to know do I?"

Collins set down the cradle and walked over to hug Mimi. "How you doing?" he asked.

Collins had moved into the loft nearly a month before to help pay the rent and to be there when the baby was born. Mark and Haylie were going on a month strong and although Haylie hadn't officially moved in, she spent most of her time at the loft.

Roger emerged from the bedroom, clad in only boxers and a sleeveless tank top, covered in light yellow paint. He walked over to Mimi, placing a hand on the cradle and raising his eyebrow at Collins.

"How's the room coming," Mimi asked kissing him. She giggled and picked the dried paint away from his face. He took his nose, covered in paint, and smeared a yellow streak across her face.

"Go take a shower," Mimi laughed, wiping the sweat away from his forehead. He smiled down at her, and watched her as she made her way back to the couch and placed a hand on her growing stomach.

Roger emerged from the bathroom, "Mimi, go take a shower. You'll cool off," he said joining her on the couch. "I have to work tonight, but Mark will be here if you need anything."

"Hey Mark, is Haylie coming over tonight?" Mimi asked winking at him.

"No," he said sarcasticly, "She's working tonight."

"Ok," she said quietly, "I'll probably just rest. I'm tired." They were both surprised as to how well the pregnancy was going so far, and it almost made them forget about the disease inside of them.

"Hey guys," Mark said walking into the loft, camera in hand. "Mimi, what about we watch a movie tonight? I'll make lemonade and we can get some ice cream." Mark saw Mimi's eyes brighten at the mention of ice cream.

"Sounds good," Mimi smiled as Roger came out of the bedroom, freshly dressed.

Roger kissed Mimi goodbye and knelt down to kiss the skin of her stomach that was poking out of her tank top. "Love you," he mouthed as he left for work.

"Mark, I think I'll go lay down. This heat's really taking a lot of out me," Mimi breathed in a heavy sigh, making her way to her and Roger's room.

She smiled at the newly painted walls and the growing pile of baby apparel in the corner. She set herself on the bed and closed her eyes. She was already covered in a layer of sweat and knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep.

Before Maureen and Joanne had left, they had given her several books about pregnancy and babies, so Mimi reached under the bed to grab the box that she had put them in. She picked up the box and soon realized it wasn't the right one. She wouldn't have thought twice about it, except the picture on the cover made her glance twice.

She squinted and recognized the man as Roger. It was a Roger she didn't know. His hair was spiked and bleached. He had a thick layer of eyeliner around his eyes, but the smile was the same. The girl on the side of him had wispy auburn hair and dark eyes. She didn't recognize the girl, but she knew her. It was April.

Mimi cautiously opened the box. She gasped when she saw a small black and white photo on the top of the other papers and letters. It looked strikingly familiar to the one that was on their refrigerator. Mimi carefully read the top of the picture and put her head down.

She did her best to hold her tears in. She repeated 'I will not cry, I will not cry' over and over in her head as she surveyed the pictures. She slowly walked out of the bedroom. Mark's eyes lifted from his projector. He saw the pain in her eyes before she lowered her head.

"You ok?" he asked, watching the young girl in front of him sit on the couch.

"Mark, does Roger…" she paused and sniffled, "does he, you know, did he and April?"

Mark then saw the ultrasound pictures in her hand, and he immediately knew what she was asking. He knew that Roger hadn't told her about the baby yet, but he also didn't think he'd be so careless to leave the old shoebox hanging around.

"No," he wiped his nose before continuing, "Roger didn't even know that she was pregnant until a month ago."

She looked at him, confusion in her eyes, "but a month ago I told him about the baby." It suddenly occurred to her. The night that he had gotten so upset, and gone out to the bar was the night he found out. That's why he had brought up April and talked about family. At the time, he had no clue that Mimi was pregnant. "So that night that you and Collins," she was started but was interrupted by Mark.

"Yeah, that's when he found out. And Mimi, he didn't take it very well, especially when he found out that I knew all this time." Mark touched Mimi's shoulder as she began to whimper.

"Does everybody else know?" She whispered, lifting herself from her seat and placing her hand on her stomach. He shook his head. He watched her make her way to the doorway of the bedroom, but she suddenly turned back around.

"Mark," she said weakly, "Do you have any old film of her?"

Mark nodded. "After she died, we got rid of it all. Roger would sit there for hours and watch the same reels over and over. Finally, Collins and I decided that it'd be best just to throw them away," Mimi's face dropped, "But I kept one for myself."

Mark smiled and put his arm around Mimi. "Don't you dare tell Roger I showed you this." Mimi sat in front of the projector as Mark rummaged through a pile of film canisters. The projector started.

The image of Roger on stage, microphone pushed against his lips, and a sweet rock melody coming from his mouth shown on the wall of the loft. Mimi barely recognized this man as the man she was about to marry.

Mark watched Mimi tentatively as the man in the film retreated from the stage and met Maureen and the red haired girl at a table in the back of the club. He saw Mimi wince when Roger pulled her into a long, drawn out kiss. "Sorry," Mark said, getting up to stop the film.

"No, I want to see it." Mimi motioned for him to refrain from stopping the film.

He sat back down next to Mimi and put his hand back on her knee. In the film, April was standing by the table, with a drink in her hand, laughing and throwing her head back. Mimi realized that she seemed like someone she would have been friends with.

She and Maureen grabbed Roger from his seat and started dancing around him. He was laughing. April put her hand on his chest and pressed up against him, as if she was teasing him.

Mimi's eyes were glued to the blonde man on the wall. He smiled and touched her sides as April teased him with her fingers and the filmmaker narrated the scene. Maureen and April danced together as Roger sat back at the table, and a younger Benny sat beside him.

The two men clanked their glasses together and were eyeing the two girls dancing in front of them. Roger whispered something into Benny's ear, which was no doubt something dirty. Mimi could tell by the devilish smile he had across his face.

Suddenly the film stopped, and the wall was white again. Mimi turned to Mark and smiled, "Thanks, Mark," she said before hugging him lightly. He knew that it mustn't have been easy for her to see.

Mimi got up from the couch and took the ultrasound picture in her hand, glancing back at the kitchen where her and Roger's ultrasound picture was hanging on the fridge. She realized then that he hadn't been pretending to be supportive. Every time he kissed her stomach or worried, he was making up for what he never had before.

For the first time, Mimi empathized with April. She couldn't judge her. She too was young, with a disease and an addiction once. And now, like April, she was pregnant. Not only were they both pregnant, but by the same man. Wait, no. It wasn't the same man, Mimi realized. It was a better man, not a selfish, tortured boy.

It was his second chance. Not that Mimi had doubted him, but a small part of her believed that Roger was upset about this baby, that he was acting to be excited for it. She looked back at Mark and mouthed 'thank you' again before disappearing into the bedroom.

It was nearly 2 am when Roger got back from the bar. He took of his shirt and threw it into a pile in the corner, accidentally knocking over a glass on the nightstand. Mimi rose from her sleep and held her chest.

"Sorry," Roger muttered, picking up the glass from the floor.

"It's ok. How was work?" She smiled at him.

"A bunch of drunks," he laughed, "but it pays the bills." She looked at him in the moonlight. He was beautiful. His jeans hung low on his hips, and he caught her staring at him. He paused, "You're looking at me?"

"Come here," she patted the bed, motioning for him to sit down next to her. She leaned on her arm and perched herself up.

He looked at her for a moment before she started, "A long time, I was sitting in my apartment and I heard a man and a woman fighting in the stairwell. He was telling her that she needed to talk to her boyfriend and that it was important. I didn't see them, but their voices were familiar. I didn't know what they were fighting about, but I knew it was serious." He nodded.

"The next week, I heard the same woman crying in the hallway, pressed up against the wall. I opened my door and gave her a sympathetic smile. She had a piece of paper in her hand, and I shut the door. Later that night, I heard a heart wrenching scream from upstairs. Ambulances came and I heard things smashing and people yelling all night." Mimi finished and rested her head on Roger's shoulder.

"It was April," he finished, "I didn't know you heard that. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" she laughed slightly, lifting her head from his shoulder. "Roger," she took a deep breath, "I found something today." He raised his eyebrow waiting for her to continue. "It was a box. I think it was April's. I didn't mean to look, but I opened it and" he cut her off.

"So you saw it?" She saw his face drop, unsure of what to say. He continued, "I'm sorry. I haven't even been able to deal with it myself. I was gonna tell you, but then you told me about the baby and I realized it wasn't worth living in the past. I loved April, yes, but she didn't love me the same way. It was a lust thing, and I liked it at the time, but I didn't know the real her." He flashed her a smile.

For once, Mimi decided to let it go. She laid back down, and Roger wrapped his arms around her. "It looks like Roger Davis has finally decided to grow up."

He laughed, "I guess I have."

Thanks so much for all the reviews again! This was a little bit of a filler chapter, but I wanted to get Mimi finding out about April out of the way. Hope you liked it. It was a bit fluffy at the end I know, but there is more stuff coming..so keep reading and reviewing!