A/N My usual thanks to everyone that has reviewed and emailed me! I'm still can't get over the response I've gotten to this. It still shocks and thrills me that you all seem to like it as much as you do. Thanks you all.

So here we go, entering into the next phase of our favorite Bohemians' live. Hope you all keep enjoying it as much as me!

Chapter 45

As Roger's eyes opened his saw her. Cass was sitting up on the bed, leaning against the corner with her arms wrapped around her knees.

"What are you doing?" He asked her with a sly grin.

"Watching you sleep. And thinking."

"Uh huh. What time is it?" He looked at his watch. Ewww, 7:45 in the morning. "Way too early." He closed his eyes again.

"Roger?" She said hesitantly.

"Uh huh?"

"Do you really love me?"

His eyes flew open as he looked up at her. "Yes. Why?"

"But you've only known me for about a little over two weeks."

"They haven't exactly been the average two weeks Cass. What's wrong?"

"Well what happens if, in say another two weeks things do get more like average weeks. What then?"

"Average for around here? Well then I'd get to sleep in, till ten at least." He stopped as if he were done talking before grinning at her. "Oh and I'd still love you too."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Why, aren't you?" He asked hesitantly.

"Oh God yes, I just needed to be sure." She just looked at him very intensely for a moment before continuing. "Roger will you tell me the truth? No matter what it is? No matter if it's going to hurt or not?"

He wasn't sure he liked where this was going as he sat up in bed. "Yes."

"So you promise?"

"Yes."

"Roger would you ever want to have a baby?"

"His mind went to a thousand places at about the same speed. His conversation with Collins. His arguments and guilt with himself. Even conversations he and Mimi had over the years. He wasn't sure what she was asking. It could be one of two totally different questions. Each has a totally different answer. "You mean right now or ever?" He asked her cautiously, watching her face to see what she does.

"Well, ever. Anytime, I guess."

"That's complicated Cass. Real complicated."

"Oh." Her eyes dropped to the bed.

"No wait. You don't understand." He told her picking up her hand. "It's not that I wouldn't want to have one ever. I mean I can't. Ever. Any kid I have would be positive. You know that. And I can't do that."

"Oh."

Roger explained what he meant, but by the look on her face he wasn't sure he answered her question. He also wasn't sure that was really the question she meant to ask him. Okay Davis, maybe you better answer the question you thing she's really asking. "Um, Cass?"

She just looked up at him.

God she's got such sad eyes he thought. "Are we talking about ever having one, or are we talking about having this one?"

"This one I guess." Here eyes dropping back down tot he bed.

"This one's different."

"I know." She said softly, not looking up.

"Not different bad, just different from what we were just talking about. As in it wouldn't be sick is all. That's a good thing remember? You understand me?" He smiled at her.

She looked up at him, but still not meeting his eyes.

"Cass, do you want to keep this baby?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I think." She told him meekly, looking down.

"Okay. So your gonna have a baby." He grinned at her.

"But…" She said barely above a whisper.

"But what Baby?" He moved right up next to her, putting his arm around her.

"But what about us? And what about the fact that it's Anton's?" Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"What about us? I told you I love you. No matter what. Baby or no baby. If you want to have the baby, then great, have the baby. That would actually be pretty cool I think. I mean I wouldn't mind having a baby, especially with you. And I can get past the Anton thing, if you can."

"Really?" Cass was amazed hearing all that.

Cass was almost as amazed to hear all that as Roger was. What amazed him even more was how much he really meant it. "Yeah, really. I won't mind that. At all I guess. I mean I guess I'd kind of like it."

"Really?" Even more surprised showing in her voice.

"Yeah really. But Cass there is one thing you gotta remember. I love you. I really do. And I'll love you forever, but I don't know how long forever is going to be."

"Nobody does Roger." She told him, still somewhat amazed.

"Yeah but Cass, you gotta remember, I'm not like everybody else. That makes things different. I mean yes, I love you and yes it would be kind of nice to have a kid. But I'm gonna die."

"I know." She told him in an extremely serious voice. "Do you think I never thought of that? I've thought about that a lot. And I hate it. But I can't do anything about that. All I can do is take what I can get and make the best of it."

"Oh." Actually Roger was really relieved. He didn't know if she had ever even thought about that. He had. Many times. And he always knew he was going to have to have this conversation and he always dreaded it. But here it was, and it went okay. Because of that, he decided to push the subject, just to make sure she was sure.

"But what about the baby? I mean I know you'd be okay, but what about the baby? Is it fair to a baby to go off and die on it?"

"No it's not." She told him as tears ran down her cheeks. "It's not fair at all."

"And what if it wants to know why? What if you tell that kid I'm it's father and then you gotta tell it I got AIDS from being a junkie? Are you gonna be able to do that? Do you want to tell your kid that?"

"What? That you were a junkie? Or the fact that it's mother was a coke head?" She said trying to make a point. "Roger I would rather tell this baby that it's father was once a messed up junkie, who yes, got AIDS. And yes is someday going to die on it and on me. Then tell it anything about that bastard Anton. Ever."

She wiped the tears off her face and looked at him. "Because you know what else? I'd be able to tell it how even though you were a junkie, you got clean, and stayed clean. Not to mention how you were Mark's best friend. And how you took care of him, and of me, and the baby. And how you loved me, and Mark and the baby. So yes, I think I can handle it."

"Oh." Now Roger didn't know what to say. He just grinned at her as he pulled her over and kissed her. Pulling her down next to him on the bed. He kissed her again and reached for his cigarettes off the floor.

They laid there for a few seconds while he lit his cigarette. "So…" He started.

"So…" She said back, taking a drag on his cigarette.

"So I guess we're gonna have a baby." He said, grinning at her as he sucked on his cigarette.

"So I guess we are." She grinned back at him as she kissed him. Cass took the cigarette from between his fingers and took another drag on it.

"You know, maybe you should quit smoking, considering you're pregnant and all."

"True. Maybe we should quit." She stressed the "we" part as she gave him a sideways grin.

"We?" He looked at her. "Um, yeah, we'll talk about that later." Roger grinned as he finished his cigarette and crushed it out. "You know I didn't smoke anymore till I met you."

"Well good, since it's only been a few weeks," she told him as she climbed over him and straddled his lap, "then quitting shouldn't be to hard."

"Oh you think huh?" He laughed as he grabbed her and rolled her over on her back, kneeling over her.

"Uh huh."

"Uh huh." He repeated, kissing her.

Cass kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started running her hand through his hair.

Roger's kisses left her lips and traveled down her neck as his hands traveled up her shirt, which quickly made it's way to the floor. Soon followed by the rest of their clothes.

"God I love you Cass." He told her later as he rolled onto his side. "You are so beautiful."

"Thank you Baby." She leaned over and kissed him. "You know what else I am?"

"Sexy, funny, intelligent and mine?' He grinned at her.

"Yes, all those of course, but also hungry. I haven't eaten since the deli yesterday."

"Yeah, food sounds like a good idea. So much for going back to sleep. We probably should check on Marky too." He told her pulling his boxers back on.

"You're so cute, you and Mark."

"Great. I'm cute like Mark." He flopped back on the bed next to her. "I don't know if that's good or not."

"That wasn't what I meant." She leaned over onto his chest. "What I meant was, well, you know the way you two take care of each other. It's sweet. Even cute."

"Did you notice how it only takes me to take care of Mark and Mark to take care of me?" He gave her his famous mischievous grin. "But it takes both of us to keep you out of trouble Cassiopeia Sullivan."

"Well good, then you'll both get plenty of practice in during the next nine months."

"Great. Hey Cass?" He paused as he brushed a piece of hair off her face. "Do you know anything about babies?"

"Honestly, no. Nothing at all. I've actually never even held one. What about you?"

"Does taking care of Mark count? Because if not, then nope, me either."

"Oh God, what are we doing?" She asked, the nervousness evident in her voice.

"It'll be okay Baby. You're some kind of book genius remember? And besides, I thought you could do just about anything with that computer of yours." He tried to be reassuring. "Don't they write directions on diapers?"

She just laughed at him. "I don't know about that. But if you want some practice, I thing you've got a volunteer."

"What?"

Cass just pointed towards the door where Georgio sat wagging his tail and holding his leash. "Agh! We are never, ever getting a dog!" Georgio just looked up at him and wagged his tail again. "Okay, fine. Can I put on pants? Please?" He asked the dog.