Guys, I am soo sooo soooooo sorry this has taken so long! I've just had so much on my plate: working, getting registered for school, family junk. It's been nuts and I just either haven't had the time or the desire to write, but here you go!! I promise it won't take this long for the next one, even if I have to tie myself to this chair! I hope you enjoy it!!

By the way, your reviews for that last chapter were soooo encouraging!!! I'm so glad you like it!

After helping to clean up, stamping both Momma and Baby with a clean bill of health, and giving Maureen and Averie a quick breastfeeding lesson, Kate and Blair left to give everyone the opportunity to rest and get acquainted with Baby Averie. Maureen dozed while the baby was passed around. Collins sat in the chair with Angel and Mimi perched on each armrest and the baby girl cradled in his lap.

"Little girl, we are going to spoil you rotten," Collins cooed, caressing Averie's chubby cheek with his finger.

"Jo, it's insane how much she looks like you," Angel commented to Joanne who was sprawled out next to Maureen who was resting against her chest. "And somehow, she ended up with Mo's jaw line. (a/n: everyone knows what I'm talking about) I'm still trying to figure out how that happened."

"She might just be the most precious thing I've ever seen," said Mimi, stroking Averie's downy black hair.

"Where'd Mark and Roger run off to?" Collins asked. "I haven't seen them since they helped Kate and Blair carry the equipment out."

"They're probably getting something to eat. Mark had said that they hadn't really eaten dinner and I told him there were some Pizza Rolls in the freezer if he and Rog wanted some," Joanne answered.

Just then the baby started to fuss. "Hey now, Little Bit, there's no need for that," Collins said, scooping the baby girl off his lap and bouncing her gently in his arms.

The sound of the unhappy baby made the usually heavy sleeping Maureen wake with a start. "Whasamatter?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"I bet she's hungry," Joanne said, sliding off the bed and taking the fussy baby from Collins. Joanne stood looking at Maureen for a moment, waiting. Maureen stared back, clueless.

"What?" Maureen asked. Joanne raised her eyebrows as she looked down at Maureen's chest and cleared her throat, but Maureen was still clueless. "What?!"

"What do you mean 'what'? I don't think anyone else is exactly lactating right now."

"Oh! Right!!" Maureen exclaimed as she remembered what part she played in the feeding process and began unbuttoning her night shirt. Joanne rolled her eyes as she handed Averie to Maureen. "I'm sorry! This is all new to me. It's going to take some getting used to."

After a few moments and a few re-adjustments, Averie calmed down and began to nurse.

"Just like her Mama," Collins said, eyeing Maureen. "She loves breasts!"

Maureen made a sarcastic face at him, pretending to laugh. "You're so funny."

"Well, he does have a point," Joanne shrugged. Angel and Mimi couldn't deny the statement either.

"Oh, isn't this great?! Everyone's ganging up on me. I was in labor for fifteen hours and gave birth not two hours ago and now I have a person sucking on me so a little compassion would be much appreciated, thank you so kindly!"

"I'm sorry, Bear," Joanne said almost too sweetly, tucking a pillow under the baby so Maureen's arm wouldn't get tired. "This is so cool," she said after a few minutes of watching.

"Does it hurt?" asked Mimi, getting up from the arm of the chair, walking around the bed, and climbing up next to Maureen.

"Umm….right now it's pretty much just uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable….yeah, but this coming from a woman who just gave birth in her bedroom without so much as a Tylenol," said Mimi, rolling her eyes. "I seriously don't know how you did that, Reen. I really don't," she chuckled.

"I don't really know how I did it either. I mean, I'm not going to lie. It was the most painful, exhausting, scary thing I've ever experience, but when Kate laid her on my chest it was like none of it mattered. All the pain was gone," Maureen smiled looking down at her nursing daughter. "But honestly, I couldn't have done it without you guys."

"I don't know if I could ever do that," Mimi said. "Even with all the support in the world."

"Yeah, you could. A wise girl once told me we can do anything we set our minds to," Maureen said, shooting Joanne a smile. "You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, Meems."

Mimi smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

Just then Mark popped in, fiddling with his camera as usual. "Hey Uncle Mark, we were starting to worry about you," Maureen giggled.

"Sorry, my scrawny body craved sustenance," he said winding his camera and looking up at Maureen. "And apparently I'm not the only one," he added, noticing that Maureen was feeding Averie. "I can leave if you want. Give you some privacy."

"Since when have I ever been shy? It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. Come on in." Mark obliged and sat down on the nook by the bay window.

"So what, did you leave Roger to polish off the bag of Pizza Rolls or what?" asked Collins, wrapping his arms around Angel's waist and pulling him (he's not in drag so I'll refer to Angel as a "him") onto his lap.

"No, he's outside smoking. He'll be in in a minute," he answered, still fiddling with his camera. "So how you feeling, Miss Mom?"

"Well, I'm a little sore, a lot tired, and I'm pretty sure I might have just given birth to a Hoover vacuum cleaner , but other than that I couldn't be better," Maureen smiled back at him.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted and I didn't push another human being out of my body, so I can only imagine how you're feeling," Mark said, finally finished with the adjustments on his camera. "Do you mind if I shoot a little?"

"Be my guest," Maureen shrugged.

Mark filmed for a few minutes, even capturing Averie's first burp before Roger finally strolled in.

"There's Uncle Roger," Collins said. "We were starting to wonder where you were."

"Just having a smoke-OH JEEZ!" Roger said, looking over at Maureen. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Uhh….yeah. I mean, I'm feeding the baby, if that's what you mean?"

"Well…uh….do you like…want me to turn around or leave or something?" Roger asked, averting his eyes.

"Rog, c'mon. Are you serious? It's not like you've never seen my boobs before. My God, we lived together for two years. We streaked together and played strip poker on a regular basis for Pete's sake! These things should be nothing new."

"Yeah, but that was before they were a form of nourishment," he said, staring at the ceiling.

"Rog, if it makes you uncomfortable, you can leave. You won't offend me or nothing, but it doesn't bother me that you're here," Maureen said. "I mean, I just flashed my crotch to 6 people, not including you and Mark. What little modesty I had before this experience has taken a nosedive."

After a hesitant moment, Roger shrugged and took a seat next to Mark, still keeping his gaze on the ceiling or down at the floor.

A few minutes later, Averie decided she was full and after a quick burp and a little spit up on Joanne, fell back asleep.

"Alright, as I look around the room and I see only two people who have yet to hold my child, so who's up?" Maureen said, eyeing Mark and Roger by the window.

"I think Roger needs to go," said Mimi, smiling.

"Yeah, c'mon Uncle Roger," chuckled Collins as he reached over and slapped Roger on the thigh.

"Oh no," Roger retorted. "Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow."

"C'mon Rog," everyone chimed.

"Guys, I haven't held a baby in years," whined Roger. "I don't even really know how." He got up from his spot by the window and tried to make his way to the door for a quick escape, but Joanne cut him off, Averie in hand.

"Honey, as long as you don't hold her by her ankles she'll be fine," she said, laying the infant into his reluctant arms.

"But…but…but…what if I break her?" Roger asked, obviously panicked, his eyes as big as silver dollars.

"Rog, she lived in me for nine months and I didn't break her," Maureen chuckled. "How much damage could you possibly do in five minutes?"

"Just support her head in the crook of your arm……there ya go," Joanne said, coaxing Roger as she adjusted Averie in his arms. "And support her bottom with this hand." She took his right hand and placed it under the baby girl's tiny butt before removing her hands. Roger stood terrified and in awe of the little girl in his trembling arms.

"Wow……she's so light; so little. Her butt fits in the palm of my hand," he said in amazement as he backed up and lowered himself into the chair in the corner.

"See, it's not so bad," said Collins. "Just like holding a football."

"So what cha think?" asked Mimi sliding off the bed and perching herself on the arm of the chair next to Roger.

"It's okay," he said, still having a hard time relaxing.

"Do you think it's something you could get used to?" she said, running her fingers through his blonde hair.

"Eh….maybe…..someday," he said shrugging and relaxing a little as he became more comfortable.

Mimi bit her lip. "Well, what if I told you you didn't have a choice?"

Roger slowly turned his gaze up toward Mimi. When his stare met hers, she simply smiled. She could see the gears in his head turning a million miles an hour while everyone else in the room looked around at one another confused, wondering if Mimi was saying what they thought she was saying.

"Say wha?" Roger asked, astounded.

Mimi only smiled. "I don't think 'someday' is going to be an option, sweetie."

"What are you saying?" he asked, finally able to compose a sentence.

"I'm saying that I hope this is something you can get used to because in about seven months……." she grinned, "we're going to have one of these. You're going to be a daddy!"

TBC...

So who saw that coming? Admit it!!! You didn't have a clue!!!! Muuaaaahaaahaaaa!!!!!