*Author's Note* It has come to my attention that very few of you actually read this story. I thought maybe it was because I don't provide summaries of each chapter, and therefore you have nothing motivating you to read. So from now on, I'll try doing that and see how it works. Keep up the good work, all you beautiful people, Daphne, Michelle, Cary, etc. ;-)

A cold gust of wind startled Roger and wakened him instantly.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled, seeing Mimi leaning against him, her eyes closed. They had fallen asleep on the roof.

Roger shivered.

Mimi stirred, the sight movement of Roger's body waking her up. "Baby?" she said, sleepily.

Roger leaned his head towards her and kissed her.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey," she grinned. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying the night before, and her nose was bright red from the cold.

"You look like a reindeer," Roger informed her.

"What?"

"Your nose is all red."

"So is yours," Mimi replied, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. Then she pulled her hand away from her face, holding it out in front of her so she could admire the ring. It was on her pinkie finger, since the size Roger had bought was too small for her ring finger.

Mimi smiled, contently. She had almost thought that she had dreamt Roger's proposal.

"You wanna go inside?" Roger asked, sliding out from under her. "It's fucking freezing."

"Okay," Mimi nodded.

Roger held out his arm to her, and she latched onto it, pulling herself to her feet.

"I don't know how we could have fallen asleep," Roger muttered. "It's like frickin Alaska here."

Mimi shrugged. "We were both tired," she said.

Roger laughed. "We're gonna have to give Mark some sort of explanation."

"Do you want to tell him?"

"Why not?"

Mimi shrugged. "I don't know. I thought maybe you might want to wait to tell them."

"Maybe…how about we all get together as a group, and then tell them the news?"

"In the Loft?"

"I guess. Besides, we're probably going to end up sick from sleeping out here, so it'd be better that we infect as few people as possible," Roger laughed.

"Okay," Mimi agreed, wrapping her arms which were lost inside her extra-long sleeves around his neck.

Slowly, the two of them made their way downstairs.

***

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Frosty the Snowman himself," Mark commented, as Roger and Mimi entered The Loft.

"Hi, Mark," Roger said, grinning sheepishly. "We…"

Mark held up his hands. "I don't want to know."

"Hey, guys," Jan said, entering the room from the kitchen, sporting a fuzzy pink bathrobe.

"I invited Jan over for the night, since it seemed like we would be alone," Mark grinned.

"You ass. Why didn't you come get us?"

"Well, when I realized you two were up there in the freezing cold, and for some insane reason not coming down…I figured you had your reasons…and didn't want to disturb you," Mark said, taking a sip from a steaming mug he was carrying.

"We fell asleep," Mimi exclaimed, gently taking the mug from Mark and taking a small sip.

"Right," Mark teased, grabbing the Mark back from her, being careful not to slosh the liquid over the side.

"Do you guys have anything planned tonight?" Roger asked Mark and Jan.

Mark shrugged. "Probably not. Why?"

"Mimi and I wanted to have a little get together. You know, us, Collins, Frankie, Maureen…" he trailed off.

"And Joanne," Jan reminded him.

"Joanne's back?"

"Joanne's back," Jan nodded.

"Maureen called to tell us the news. I haven't heard her sounding that happy in a long time," Mark said, grinning. "Apparently Joanne surprised her by coming back last night."

"Well, I'm glad they made up," Roger said. "Now Maureen'll be back to her normal self."

"Unfortunately," Mark joked.

"So you think you guys could all meet up here later?"

"I guess so. Why?"

"No reason, really," Roger shrugged, winking at Mimi.

"Whatever," Mark said, shrugging.

"I'm going to take a hot shower," Mimi announced. "Before I freeze to death."

"Mind if I join you?" Roger asked, grinning.

Mimi shrugged and smiled. "I suppose so."

Mark looked at Jan and rolled his eyes as Roger and Mimi disappeared into the other room.

***

"Who is it?" Roger said, coming to the door.

"Room service!" Roger heard Maureen's painfully bad French accent.

"Hey guys," he greeted, opening the door to reveal Maureen, Joanne, Collins and Frankie.

"Hey Rog," Maureen said, giving Roger a peck on the cheek.

Roger grinned. Maureen was back to her normal self.

"No dog?" Mark asked, leaning forward in his armchair so he could see the group in the doorway.

"Nope, no dog. She's getting spayed," Frankie told him.

Mark's eyes widened. "You mean like neutered?"

"No, I mean like spayed."

"So she can't get pregnant anymore?" Jan said to him.

Mark blushed. "I know what it means."

"Hey guys," Mimi said, entering the room. She wore an extra large gray sweatshirt which nearly came down to her knees, and an old pair of sweatpants. She was toweling off her curly with one hand and tying the drawstring on the waistband of her pants with the other.

"Hey Meems," Roger grinned, wrapping his arm around her.

"Heard you guys fell asleep on the roof," Collins commented.

Roger rolled his eyes. "We lost track of the time and fell asleep. Didn't we?" he asked Mimi, jabbing her lightly in the ribs.

Mimi giggled. "Yeah."

Collins shrugged. "Okay," he said, walking into the living room and plopping down in the seat across from Mark. Frankie followed him and sat down next to him.

"So you guys are cool again?" Roger asked Maureen and Joanne.

Maureen nodded, eagerly. "Yup."

"Under certain conditions," Joanne teased.

"Shut up," Maureen said, kissing her.

"So, why'd you gather us all up here?" Joanne asked.

"Let me guess- you're having triplets," Collins declared.

"Unfortunately, no," Roger laughed, seeing the pale look on Mimi's face.

"Well, what's the deal, then?" Mark asked. Jan was now perched on his lap, sipping from a bottle of water.

"Why don't we all sit down first," Roger said, motioning towards the living room.

"I can tell this is gonna be good," Mark grinned.

Roger and Mimi sat down on the couch together, Collins and Frankie pulled aside two kitchen chairs, and Joanne and Maureen shared the footrest.

"You want to tell them?" Roger asked Mimi, slipping his fingers through hers, feeling the ring on her finger.

"Okay," she whispered, smiling at him. She straightened up and fixated her gaze on the others. She decided to just flat out tell them.

"Guys,… last night, Roger proposed to me. We're engaged. We're going to get married," she grinned.

Silence.

"SHUT UP!" Maureen shrieked, jumping out of her seat to attack Mimi and Roger with hugs.

Mark and Jan stood up to congratulate them as well.

"Congratulation, Rog. I can't believe it," Mark grinned, shaking his head.

"You two are going to have such a beautiful wedding," Frankie cried, hugging Mimi.

"Thanks," Mimi giggled.

'Let me see the ring!" Maureen exclaimed, seizing Mimi's wrist. "It's gorgeous!" she breathed.

"Are you going to marry before or after the babies are born?" Collins asked, patting Roger on the shoulder.

Roger looked at Mimi. "Well, we haven't really discussed that yet…it doesn't really matter, though. Because whatever we do, we're going be happy together," he said, smiling at Mimi.

"Oh, God," Maureen sniffed, wiping tears from her eyes. "You guys are going live such a happy life together…"

"Honey, you're talking like you're never going to see them again," Joanne laughed, rubbing Maureen's back.

"Sorry. I'm just so happy for you two," Maureen smiled, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Thanks, Mo," Mimi grinned.

"Are we the first ones you've told?" Collins asked Roger.

Roger nodded.

"I'm probably going to tell my mother and sisters tomorrow," Mimi said.

"Same with me. I'll have to tell my folks over the phone, though," Roger winced. "That's gonna be a party."

"I'm so exciting for the wedding!" Maureen gushed. "Do you guys know where you're having it? Who's gonna pick out the dresses? Did you pick out the bridesmaids yet?"

"Calm down, Mo, I only just proposed to her," Roger laughed.

Mimi looked up at Roger. "I guess we could have it someplace here in the city…or somewhere else if you have anything in mind."

"I haven't really given it much thought yet. But we could decide together," Roger assured her.

"God. My best friend's having twins AND getting married," Mark said, shaking his head. "Seems like just yesterday he was playing in his garage band and wearing fake tattoos."

"Fake tattoos?" Mimi said, looking at Roger.

Roger blushed. "My parents wouldn't let me get one, so I used to wear those temporary ones."

"You're so bad-ass," Mimi teased.

"Hey, at least I didn't pierce my tongue. Besides, that would interfere with things."

"Enough!" Mark commanded, seeing where the conversation was going.

Jan nuzzled her head against his shoulder. "Maybe you should get a tattoo," she grinned.

Mark shook his head. "My mom would kill me."

"So I still don't see how the two of you ended up spending the rest of the night on the roof…" Collins said, raising his eyebrows.

"I told you, Col, we fell asleep," Roger said.

Mark looked at Collins and shook his head.

"We did!" Roger argued.

Collins shrugged. "Whatever."

"You guys have such nasty minds. You…" Roger made a face and sneezed, startling Mimi so that she jumped.

"God bless you," she exclaimed.

"Thanks," Roger said, rubbing his nose. "Looks like I'm getting a cold for staying up there so long."

Mimi sighed. "I'll probably be getting a cold too now."

Joanne poked Maureen in the side. "I told you my mom's chicken noodle recipe would come in handy one day."

"Oh, you guys don't have to do that," Mimi protested.

"It's nothing," Joanne said.

"Yeah. It'll be an early wedding present," Maureen said, grinning.

Roger sighed and gently pulled Mimi towards him. "God, I can't believe we're going to be married."

"Neither can I," Mimi whispered, pressing her lips against his neck.

Mark laughed. "Do you two need to be left alone?"

"That's probably a good idea. I wouldn't want you guys getting sick," Roger said, wickedly.

Joanne and Maureen stood up. "We'll see you later," Maureen said, hugging the both of them.

"Ditto," Collins agreed, as he and Frankie got up to leave.

"Congratulations, you two," Collins grinned, patting Roger on the back.

"Thanks," Roger smiled.

The four of them went out the door.

Roger stared at Mark.

"What?! I live here," Mark protested.

Jan laughed. "Come on, Mark. We can go to my place. Let's leave these two lovebirds alone,"

Mark sighed. "Okay. I'll see you guys later?"

Roger and Mimi nodded.

"Okay. Congratulations again, guys," he grinned. "I knew you had it in you, Rog."

"Bye, Mark," Roger laughed.

"So, you think you're getting a cold too?" Roger asked Mimi once everyone had left.

"Yeah. I'm feeling a little stuffy," Mimi sniffed.

"Want to try to sleep it off?"

Mimi laughed. "You'll use any excuse, won't you?"

Roger stuck out his lower lip and nuzzled his head against her chest.

Mimi rolled her eyes. "Okay, Romeo. Let's 'sleep it off,'" she laughed, standing up.

Roger followed her into the bedroom and closed the door gently behind them.