A/N: Yeah, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm a slacked. Oh, and if you want to know the significance of Limbo Elmo (from Maureenthedramaqueen's story), just ask. It's a long story. Enjoy!

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" Mark asked Maureen as they neared her apartment.

Maureen nodded, slowly. "I don't think I really have a choice," she smiled, weakly.

Mark chewed on his lip. "What exactly happened that made her go off all of a sudden?"

Maureen was silent for a moment. "Well…last night, when I told her I was going out with you to dinner…she got mad. She said that lately my attention has been centered more on you and everyone else, and I've been ignoring her. I told her it was just dinner, and left. When I got back, she was gone. And so were most of her things."

"I'm sorry," Mark said softly, rubbing her back.

"It's not your fault."

"I feel responsible, though. She left you over a dinner date with me."

"Mark, if it's anyone's fault it's mine. I agreed to go with you, and I just didn't really notice right then upset she really was." She sighed. "Until it was too late."

Mark nodded. "Yeah, and I'm still trying to figure out how to bring this all up to Jan. That is, if I ever see her again."

"I'm sorry I've been causing you trouble," Maureen said, quietly.

"It's not your fault, Mo," Mark said, firmly. "It's like you said before. It was my decision to take you to dinner. It was my decision to…spend the night with you. It wasn't like I wasn't willing."

Maureen smiled. "Yeah, well." She started to fiddle with her keys in the lock.

"You sure you'll be alright?" Mark asked.

Maureen nodded. "I'll be fine."

"Okay…but give me a call if you need me, okay?"

Maureen nodded again.

"Promise?"

She laughed, weakly. "Yes. I promise, Mark."

"Okay." He kissed the top of her head. "I'll talk to you later, then?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. I'll be right upstairs if you need anything. Bye." He then turned and walked back down the hallway, and Maureen opened the door and slid inside the apartment.

***

"Miss me?" Mark said, as he entered the kitchen, finding Roger and Mimi sitting on the stools at the counter. They both looked at him, uneasily.

"What?" Mark asked, seeing the look on their faces.

"Jan called," Roger said.

Mark was silent. Then, "She did?"

Roger nodded. "About fifteen minutes ago."

Mark groaned. "Just my luck. How did she sound?"

"Well…it's hard to say. She didn't sound particularly cheerful. Her tone was just sort of neutral. There was no emotion in it."

"Fuck," Mark said, softly.

"She wants to see you."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, she said. In the morning. She didn't say a specific time."

Mark began to pace back and forth along the kitchen tiles.

"I can call her back and tell her you're busy, if you want," Roger said, slowly.

Mark shook his head. "No. I can't just put her off. I'll go."

Roger and Mimi glanced at each other. "Alright," Roger said. "If that's what you want."

Mark nodded. "It is." He walked over to the counter where they were sitting, and retrieved a slightly stale bagel from the paper bag that was between them. He took a bite out of it, and then retreated back into his room, in a robotic sort of way.

"I'm worried about him," Mimi said to Roger, taking a bite out of her bagel, which was slathered with butter.

"He'll be okay," Roger assured her, as he pulled apart his scone. "It's Mark."

***

The next morning, Mark got up around eight, threw on some clothes, brushed his teeth, ran a hand through his hair, and headed down towards the subway, and from there walked to Jan's apartment. He was dreading the moment he would have to bring up him and Maureen's relation with her.

He reached the apartment, and was hesitant for a moment. Then, he knocked on the door.

After a few moments, the door slowly opened, revealing Jan, clad in a light pink bathrobe, her hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail. She looked thinner to Mark, and paler. He picked at his nails, nervously. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said, softly.

They were both silent for a moment.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked.

"Sure," he said, and stepped inside the apartment. Without speaking, they both moved to the couch, and slowly sunk into the tanned leather.

"I've been trying to call you for the past few days," Mark said.

"I know. I just couldn't bring myself to talk to you. Let alone anyone. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Mark said, taking her hand, gently. "You've been through a lot."

"Yeah." She chewed on the inside of her cheek. "So how've you been."

"Fine…" Mark said, slowly. "What about you?"

Jan smirked.

"Sorry, that was a dumb question," Mark mumbled.

"No, it wasn't. I've been better."

Mark nodded. "So…what's going to happen to us?"

Jan sighed. "I don't know. My parents want me to go back to Westchester and live with them for a while. I think they're afraid that I'll become suicidal, like April."

"Are you going to?"

Jan was quiet for a moment. "I think so. Yes." She paused. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Mark said. "So, are you trying to say…it's over between us?"

"I don't know," Jan said, quietly. "Ever since…you know…I just have been feeling different. Not just towards you, just about everything. I think that this was almost like a wake-up call for me. You remember my ex, Cary, right?"

Mark nodded and rolled his eyes.

"Well, I had a hard relationship with him. He used to push me around. But with you, it was completely different. And then when I found out I was pregnant, I thought us having a baby could really make everything truly better…April's suicide, my relationship with Cary." She trailed off. "But then when I lost the baby, it was like I lost hope. I still love you, Mark," she whispered. "I always will. You've been so good to me. Probably more than I should deserve." Mark saw that her eyes were beginning to tear. "I'm just not a stable person right now. I don't want to be a burden on anyone else. I've signed up for therapy, and I'm hoping that once I spend a month or two with my parents, things will pick up again."

"And then…where will that leave us?" Mark asked.

"I don't know, I don't know," Jan murmured, rubbing her head with her hands. "I'm just really confused."

"It's okay," Mark said, softly.

Jan sniffed. "Well. Enough about my problems. How have you been."

"Well…" Then he decided. He had to tell her. He needed to be honest with her.

"Jan, there's something I have to tell you. Two nights ago, Joanne left Maureen. And Maureen's pretty sure that she's not coming back. She was really upset, and I took her to dinner earlier. And it was just like old times, back when we were dating."

"Did you sleep with her?" Jan interrupted.

Mark paused for a moment, considering leaving that part out, but then he nodded.

Jan smiled, weakly. "It figures. I always thought that you two made a great couple."

"You're not mad?" Mark asked, confused.

"No. I can't say I blame you for going to someone else. I've sort of isolated myself from everyone else, lately." She sighed. "I guess that some things are just meant to be, and others just aren't." She smiled. "We'll keep I touch, though?"

"Yes, of course," Mark said quickly, feeling his heart twist.

Jan gave him a teary smile. "That's all I need to know. That you'd still be here for me. I love you, Mark."

"I love you too," Mark said, softly.

And they sat like that for a while, sitting there and hugging each other, silently.

***

"I have arrived," Daisha announced, entering the loft and walking into the living room, plopping down on Mimi's lap."

"Ow. The baby, chica, the baby."

"Oooh, shit, sorry," Daisha said quickly, jumping up. "Sorry Roger," she grinned sheepishly.

Roger laughed. "Hey, I'm not the one carrying two extra life forms."

Mimi ignored him. "Where's Isabella?"

"I don't know."

Mimi raised her eyebrows. "How'd you get here, then?"

Daisha grinned and reached for something in the pocket of her jeans, and dropped it onto Mimi's lap.

"You got your license!" Mimi exclaimed, looking at it.

Daisha grinned, triumphantly. "Yup. You and Joanne's lessons paid off after all."

"Did Mama buy you a car?" Mimi asked, confused.

"No. I borrowed the Honda from her. She said she trusts me."

"Her memory must be going," Mimi laughed, looking over the slip of plastic.

Daisha stuck out her tongue. "So how are my nieces?"

"Nephews," Roger interrupted.

Mimi grinned at Daisha. "Roger thinks he's getting two boys."

Daisha made a face. "Two boys? Ech."

"You're trying to fuck with the laws of nature," Mimi told Roger. "Just look at my family. Three girls. It's only natural to have two more."

"Now that's just fucked logic, right there," Roger said. "I think that the law of nature is thinking that he gave your mother one too many girls, so now he'll try and make it up by giving us too boys."

"You guys really need to get an ultrasound," Daisha laughed.

Mimi grinned. "Only a few more weeks."

"Can't they just, like, induce later so we can revel over the fact that they're both going to be boys?"

Mimi stared at him. "If you want them to be born five months premature, sure."

"Premature, schremature," Roger yawned.

"I was born premature."

"You were?"

"Yeah. By three months. The doctors didn't expect me to live, but I did."

"Wow," Roger said. Mimi had had way too many near-death experiences. "Is that why you're a midget?"

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

Roger laughed.

Mimi chucked a pillow at his head. "Kiss my ass. I'm not a midget. I'm five two."

"Yeah, with heels," Roger giggled.

Mimi stomped her bare foot on the floor. "You do not insult a pregnant woman, Roger. That's inhumane."

Roger grinned, sheepishly. "Sorry." He walked over to the couch to try to apologize, and when he did Mimi pushed her foot into his stomach, causing him to fall over.

"I told you not to mess with a pregnant woman," she said, as Daisha laughed.

"Jesus Christ, Mimi, you don't kick someone in the stomach. You want to send me to the hospital?"

"Sorry," she giggled.

"You don't look sorry," he said, pulling her arm so that she landed on the floor beside him.

"Fuck. Ow. My ass."

"Take it like a man," he told her.

"I've never seen a pregnant man before, have you?"

Roger sighed, standing to his feet and reaching out a hand to help her off the floor. "Are you going to use that fact against me for everything?"

"Not everything," Mimi grinned, wrapping his arms around her.

Daisha shook her head. "And you guys are going to be parents."

A/N: Wahoo. That was fun. Review!!!!!!! :-D