"Mark?"

Mark groggily awoke late the next day to hear someone lightly tapping on his front door. Feeling hopeful, he scrambled for his bathrobe and shoved his feet inside his slippers, rushing to open the door.

"Jan?" he said, as he swung it open.

"Not exactly…" It was Maureen.

"Oh," Mark said, trying to hide his disappointment. "Sorry, Maureen."

"It's okay," Maureen said, giving him a sympathetic smile. "How're you holding up?"

"Well," Mark said slowly, shuffling his slippers around the wooden floor. "I haven't heard from Jan in three days. I tried calling her a bunch of times but I think she unplugged the phone." A sad look came over his face. "I'm really worried about her, Mo."

"I know," Maureen said quietly, putting an arm around his shoulder. "Jan's been through a rough time. It's only to be expected that she'd be a little…well, off lately."

"I know," Mark sighed. "I just feel awful about what happened. I keep thinking that there could have been someway I could have prevented…you know…"

"I know."

They were both silent for a moment. "Do you think she still loves me, Maureen?" Mark whispered, in a voice that just about ripped Maureen's heart into pieces.

"Yes…yes, of course she does!" she insisted, squeezing his arm gently. "Her way of coping is just to be alone, that's all. Pretty soon you should be hearing from her."

Mark gave a small smile. "You really think so?"

Maureen nodded. "After all. How could anyone resist a guy like you?"

Mark let out a weak laugh. He stood up straighter and cocked his head to look down the hall. "Did you come alone?"

"Yeah. I asked Joanne if she wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. She seems kind of…off, lately."

Mark frowned. "I'm sorry, Mo."

"Not your fault," Maureen said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "She's just had these weird mood swings lately."

Mark nodded and leaned against the door.

They were both quiet.

"Mark? Do you ever miss…you know, us?"

"As a couple, you mean?" Mark asked, slowly.

Maureen nodded.

"I guess…I mean, sometimes. I mean…well when we were together we almost never got along, Mo." He paused. "Why?"

Maureen gave him a sad smile. "It's just that lately I've been thinking of Joanne not as a lover…but just as a friend. And I keep wondering whether or not I made the right decision to leave you."

Mark was slow to reply, overcome by uneasiness. "We both agreed it would be for the best."

"I know. But I'm having regrets. I've been thinking a lot like 'What if?' What if we were still together?" she gave him a shy look. "Do you ever think about that?"

"Well, sometimes," Mark admitted.

"You were the only guy who ever really cared about me, Mark. Jimmy treated me like shit. As did all my other boyfriends. And Joanne and I respect each other…but I just don't know how I feel about her anymore," she sighed, rubbing her temples and closing her eyes. "I just feel really confused, lately. I just miss you, Mark."

"I miss you too," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder lightly.

"Do you really mean that?"

He nodded. "I care about you, Maureen. You're one of my best friends. Even with all the shit we've been through, we've always been there for each other."

"Yeah…," Maureen said, in a far away voice.

They both stood in an uneasy silence for a couple of minutes.

"Mo?"

"Yes?" Maureen whispered.

"Do you want to…have dinner with me tonight? Just as friends," he added, quickly.

Maureen smiled. "Sure."

"It's just that, I've been missing Jan's company…I could really use a friend right now. And Roger's up to his elbows helping Mimi out now."

"Okay," Maureen nodded, giving him a grin. "Where do you want to go?"

"How about the Life Café? Like old times?"

Maureen raised her eyebrows. "Like old times? You sure?"

Mark nodded. "Why not?"

"Well…okay," Maureen agreed.

"I'll come downstairs to pick you up at seven?"

"Seven…yes."

Mark paused. "What will you tell Joanne?"

Maureen thought for a minute. "I'll tell her the truth. That we're going to dinner together. Just the two of us. As friends."

Mark grinned. "Deal. I'll see you later tonight, okay? I've gotta take a shower now."

"Alright," Maureen smiled. "I'll see you tonight."

***

"What're you doing?" Roger asked Frankie, as she plopped a clipboard and a pen down in front of him.

"You and Mimi need to start planning out your wedding," she declared.

"What? Collins, call her off, man!"

"You don't want to leave it all to the last minute, do you Rog?" Collins asked, from the other side of the room.

Roger glanced at Mimi, who sat across from him at the kitchen table, sipping some herbal tea that Frankie had given her and flipping through a 'Parenting' magazine.

"What?" she said when she saw him looking at her.

"Do you want to plan our wedding right now?"

Mimi set down her mug. "Why not?"

"Oh, alright," Roger grumbled, reaching for the pen.

"Atta-boy," Collins grinned.

Roger rolled his eyes. "Well we already know who our best men and bridesmaids are going to be, right? Mark and Collins as the best men, Maureen, Joanne, Frankie, Jan, and Isabella as the maids oh honor," he said, as he scribbled the names down on the clipboard.

"I want Isabella to be my matron of honor," Mimi interrupted.

Roger stared at the piece of paper. "Okay," he said, erasing the title by Isabella' name and writing 'MATRON OF HONOR' in its place.

"What else do we need?"

"Haven't you ever been to a wedding?" Frankie asked.

"Uh…no," Roger said, grinning sheepishly.

"Well. Another thing you'll need is a flower girl. And a ring bearer."

"Ring bearer," Roger repeated, as he wrote furiously. "Who'd be the flower girl?"

"How about Daisha?" Collins suggested.

"Isn't fifteen a little old to be a flower girl?" Roger asked, looking at Mimi.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's okay."

"Or maybe Mark could be the flower girl," Roger said, as he wrote, glancing up to see whether or not Mimi had reacted to his statement.

She smiled and rolled her eyes, picking her mug back up and taking a long sip.

"What am I doing?" Mark asked, as he sauntered into the kitchen.

"You're up," Roger observed.

Mark smiled, weakly. "That's right, Sherlock. I would've been up earlier but Maureen stopped by to see how I was doing." He paused. "So what am I doing?"

"Oh. You're the flower girl."

"Score," Mark said, walking over to the refrigerator and retrieving a carton of orange juice.

"You can have Chad as the ring bearer," Mimi suggested.

"Alright…does that take care of all the important people?"

"The important people?"

"You know what I mean," Roger said, blushing.

"Well, yeah. I also want Frankie to be our wedding designer and help with the food and stuff," Mimi said, smiling at Frankie.

"Sale y bale," Roger said, scribbling it down.

"What?"

"Sale y bale. Okey dokey."

"That's Spanish," Mimi said.

"I know. Do you expect me to live in the same apartment as you and not pick up any Spanish?" Roger grinned.

Mimi grumbled and stuck her tongue out at him in weak defense.

"Alright, now for just people in general…," Roger said.

"My mother, Isabella and Daisha," Mimi said, automatically.

"Okay. And my parents. And my sister. And the rest of the Well Hungarians, and Karmine."

"Don't forget Mitch and Karen," Mimi added.

"Alright. Who else?"

"My mom," Mark answered.

Roger grinned. "Your mom."

"Your mom."

"Your…"

"God damn it, I'll do it," Mimi exclaimed, reaching across the table for the clipboard.

Roger raised his eyebrows and mouthed MEOW to Mark, who nodded.

Mimi paused, staring at the paper.

"What's wrong?"

"What's that say?" she frowned, turning the clipboard towards him.

"Can't you read?"

Mimi rolled her eyes. "I can read. I just can't read your chicken-scratch."

"It's not chicken scratch!" Roger protested, "Look, it says Mark's mom. There's the M right there."

Mimi shrugged. "Whatever."

"You skip a yogurt or something this morning?" Roger asked, impatiently.

"What?"

"I think you woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"I'm carrying two extra life forms," Mimi grumbled. "I think I have the right to be a bitch."

"Meems, you're barely even showing yet," Roger argued.

"Yeah I am! I'm as big as a house!"

The others glanced at each other uneasily. "Rog, you want us to let you finish this by yourselves?" Collins asked, looking at them both nervously.

Roger nodded. "I guess so. I'll see you guys later."

The three of them trudged out of the kitchen.

"Are you mad at me?" Roger asked.

"No! I'm not!" Mimi exclaimed, impatiently. "You always think I'm mad at you lately."

"Can you blame me? Lately all you've been doing is complaining and bitching."

"Shut up," Mimi grumbled, using the pen as a magic wand in attempt to shut him up.

"That's it," Roger declared.

Mimi glared at him. "What's it?"

"You need to cool down."

Mimi made a 'World's Smallest Violin' motion with her thumb and forefinger.

"Come on," Roger said, tugging on her arm.

"Let go," she snapped, as he tugged her out of the kitchen.

"What're you doing?" she groaned as he pulled her along. She saw he was heading towards the bathroom. "Roger?" she said, in an alarmed voice.

Roger hid a smile and pulled her into the bathroom.

"Roger!"

"I said you need to cool down, Meems, and I wasn't joking," Roger declared, carrying her into the bathroom and placing her into the empty tub.

Mimi's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

Roger turned on the showerhead.

"YOU ASS!" Mimi screeched, clinging to his sleeve, trying to either pull him in with her or pull herself out, he couldn't tell. "That's IT! I'm not having your kids! I'm not planning this wedding with you! I'm moving back to Panama and you can have all the silence you want."

Roger was laughing.

"Asshole," Mimi grumbled, tugging at his arm, and Roger gave in, toppling into tub beside her.

"There. You happy?" he grinned at her.

"No."

"You look like a drowned rat," he said.

"Fuck you," she said, trying to hide a smile.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still want to get married?"

"Y…no."

"I love you."

"Go away," Mimi said, stubbornly.

"Hey, it's my bathroom too," Roger said, turning off the water.

"Thanks."

"For turning off the water?"

"No."

"For what, then?"

"I don't know." She was no longer able to hide her smile.

Roger smiled and leaned in to kiss her damp forehead. "Do you forgive me?"

"Yeah." She smiled.

Roger kissed her again and then looked around them. "Well, have a look at us. We're sitting in the shower with our clothes on."

"Imagine that," Mimi said, rolling her eyes.

"Come on," Roger said, standing up and holding out his hand. "Before we both drown."

"What're we going to tell the others when they see us soaking wet?" she asked, as their bare feet squeaked against the wooden floor.

Roger grinned. "Tell them it was raining.

***

A/N: Awwwww. I'm sorry, I just needed one of those really stupid sappy moments to happen. I know they're stupid. And sappy. But I thought it was cute, haha. Sorry for you all to have to sit through that ^_^. Sorry I haven't updated in a while also. Forgive me?

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