So, here's chappy 12! Wow, this has come a long way. Considering that I only finished A Hint of Angel in July/August. Anyway, enough reminiscing. Here's the chappy. Disclaimer: I don't own, I rent.
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It was April. Mimi and Roger sat cuddled on their couch.
"Roger?" Mimi said.
"Hmm?" Mimi sat up straight.
"Can we adopt?"
"Why? Mimi, since we have AIDs, I don't think it would be fair for the child."
"Roger, I want to be a mom. Come on, you can't honestly say that never once in your life you haven't wanted a family."
"No; I can't, but Mimi, how fair would that be for us to adopt, and then for us to die a couple years later?"
Mimi thought for a minute. "Do you think it's fair for that child to have to suffer in an orphanage or on the street?" Roger sighed.
"Give me a week to think about it, without pestering me." Mimi grinned and laid her head back down in Roger's lap.
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Later that night, Marie was plotting another surprise party for Lorana. "She's gonna kill you, you know," Jake said into the phone around 10:30 that night after Lorana had gone to bed.
"No she won't, we're sisters; she wouldn't even attempt it."
"Whatever you say," Jake said. "Lorana's still awake; I'm going to get off now." Jake hung up the phone, and picked up the nearest book; just in time.
"You coming to bed?" Lorana asked seductively from the doorway. Jake looked up to see her slender form draped in a light blueish-gray lingerie nightgown.
"Yeah," he said. He put the book down on the second hand coffee table, mistake.
"What are you reading one of my romance novels for? Especially since last week you said they were cheesy chick stories that we read to suffice our own desires."
"I wanted to know what you saw in them," he lied, not very convincingly.
"You're a very bad lair; what are you covering up?"
"It's the truth." Jake stood up, walked over to his wife, and scooped her up, carrying her bridal style into their bedroom.
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A week later; Mimi came home from work, she slid open the loft's door, and there stood Roger. He was holding a glass of ruby wine in each hand. Mimi gasped at the sight.
"What in Hell..." she couldn't even finish her sentence; Roger had stepped aside, revealing the table with three lit candles on it as well as two plates of spaghetti and a third place set. "Is this saying what I think its saying?" she asked in awe.
"Depends; what do you think its saying?"
"That we're going to adopt?" Mimi asked, very hopeful. Roger nodded his head; Mimi met her lips with his as they embraced affectionately. "I only have one question; how did you accomplish all this?"
"I enlisted the help of someone; I think you know her," Roger said.
"Who? I wish to thank her for cooking."
"Lorana and I helped her with the cooking," he said. They sat down and began eating.
"It's delicious; I don't think you've done anything this romantic since you proposed." She kissed him once more; he pulled her into his lap.
"We're already on the waiting list for an interview," he whispered into her ear.
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The next day was Lorana's 27th birthday. As far as Marie knew, Lorana was still clueless. The party wouldn't be decorated, as everyone but Jake and Drake would enter the apartment around 9pm to celebrate. Jake would already be there, and Drake would be asleep.
9pm came, and sure enough, the group burst in with a somewhat hushed "Surprise!"
Lorana counter-acted this with her own "Surprise!" She laughed momentarily at the look on Marie's face; "I've known since Jake was trying to cover up the phone conversation by reading one of my romance novels."
"A romance novel? Jake, you have so much to learn; when planning a surprise party for someone you live with, you always have a cover up book with you, duh!"
"I'm sorry, but you have been plotting things longer than I have. I'm not the expert."
"That's no excuse; I mean its common sense!"
"Stop! Both of you, chill. Marie, you've been throwing me surprise parties since my 21st birthday; I'm not as blonde as people think I am, no offense Mark."
"None taken, you're blonde too; we can say those things." Lorana nodded.
"Can we party now?" Maureen asked holding out a bottle of champagne.
"Yes, lets," Lorana said.
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The next day, Roger and Mimi made their way to the adoption agency. Hand in hand they walked into the small building. They waited five minutes, while another couple finished their interview. Mimi anxiously clutched Roger's hand. She jiggled her foot, a smile on her lips.
"Davis family?" Mimi stood instantly, dragging Roger up with her. The worker motioned them into the tiny office. "Hello, I'm Jan Locks; I understand you're here to adopt?" Mimi nodded her head vigorously. "Great. You two are married?"
"Yes," Roger said as if it were a well duh.
"Where are you two living? House? Apartment?"
"Loft apartment mix."
"Income?"
"Between 3,000 and 5,500."
"Why do you want to adopt?"
"I'm unable to get pregnant," Mimi said, speaking for the first time. Jan nodded.
"You two seem like a fairly well qualified couple. I'll approve you two for adoption. I recommend that you go to a couple different orphanages before you decide." With that Jan handed them the signed paperwork, shook their hands, and held the door open for them. They walked hand in hand out of the building, smiles plastered on each of their faces.
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So, that's chappy 12, I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think! I love any and all reviews! Love you all! Diva