Roger woke up the next morning to find himself in the same clothes that he'd worn the night before, lying on the floor. He'd crashed on the couch and had fallen out of bed. Groaning, he climbed back up onto the couch, his head pounding.

"Mimi?" he called out. Then he remembered the events of the previous night. He grimaced and tried to tense up the crick in his neck. He slid his hand into his pocket, touching the ring that Mimi had purposely thrown onto the floor. That had hurt.

He wanted to go downstairs to Maureen's apartment and try and apologize. But what the hell was he supposed to say?

He sighed. He got up and headed for the door. He needed to get some fresh air.

Roger walked past Washington Square Park. It was still pretty early, only a little after five, and there were a couple of kids skating off some homemade ramps and some half-asleep dog owners looking after their dogs in the dog run. He'd always wanted a dog as a kid.

He'd been in this exact same spot with Mimi not even a month ago. Lately she'd been too self-conscious of her growing stomach to go to too many public places.

He saw a large lump of baggy clothing lying on a tree trunk, and he realized it was a person, fast asleep. Hey, that's New York, Roger thought to himself, sarcastically.

"Hey mistah. You gotta dolla?" a seemingly homeless woman approached him, shaking a coffee at him.

"Yeah," Roger said, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a dollar from his pocket, and dropping it into the woman's cup.

"Bless you."

"No problem," Roger said, and watched her disappear in the other direction. More people were beginning to populate the park. The vendors were beginning to open up their tables and stalk people in the crowd, trying to sell them their latest product.

Roger bought a cup of coffee and watched for a little bit, and then finally he got up and headed on home.

"Hi, Mark," Maureen greeted Mark happily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Hey," he smiled, returning the hug. "How've you been?"

"Fine. Just got up about an hour ago."

"How's Mimi?"

"Poor thing, she's still asleep, I think," Maureen said, sadly. "Is Roger upstairs?"

"Actually, I don't know where he is. He was gone when I woke up. I figured he went to take a walk or something, if not come down here."

"Yeah, I don't think Mimi's ready to talk to him yet," Maureen sighed.

"I could understand that," Mark said. "Did you have breakfast yet?"

Maureen shook her head.

"You wanna go grab something to eat?"

"Yeah, sure…what about Mimi though?"

Mark scratched the back of his neck. "Do you think we could just leave her a note or something? We won't be gone that long."

"I guess so," Maureen said, grabbing a slip of paper, and Mark handed her a pen.

Meems,

Went out to get a bite to eat with Mark. Be back later. Hope you're feeling better

-Mo

Maureen left the note where Mimi would see it when she woke up, and then returned to Mark, and the two of them left quietly, being sure not to wake her up.

Mimi awoke about an hour later. She rose up and wandered into the bathroom to fix her hair, and then found Maureen's note on the bathroom door. So much for breakfast. She could really use some low fat ice cream and some olives right now. She suddenly felt a jolt from inside her and gasped, startled. "Jesus Christ, guys," she said, patting her stomach. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

She found a carton of strawberry yogurt in Maureen's refrigerator and substituted the olives with a cucumber, and later wandered up the stairs to The Loft, which she also felt empty.

Where was Roger? She wondered. She walked passed the vacant fender, and strummed it gently with her fingers. Then it hit her that she wasn't wearing her engagement ring, and the reality of last night came to her.

"Damnnit," she sniffed. She tried to look for the ring where she'd dropped it, but failed in trying to find it. Hopefully Roger or Mark had picked it up. Had she been too hard on Roger? He had been drunk. She sighed. Why was it so hard to stay mad at him for more than twenty four hours?

Because you love him, she said to herself. And you know he loves you too.

"Is anyone home?" Roger called, cautiously as he stepped inside The Loft. There was no answer.

"Mark?"

Silence.

Roger shrugged and wandered up to the roof, where he found Mimi, huddled in a blanket and gazing at the skyline.

He walked over to her slowly, placing a hand on her shoulder, gently.

Mimi yelped in surprise, nearly causing Roger to fall over. "Jesus, you could've warned me," Mimi mumbled, coughing.

Roger frowned. "Are you sick?"

"Allergies."

"Oh." Roger was silent, as was Mimi. She folded her arms out in front of her and continued to stare off into space.

"Meems, I'm sorry about last night," he said, softly. "You're right, I was an asshole. I know I said some shitty things, and I'm sorry for that. And I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you got mugged."

"I don't give a shit about that. I wasn't upset about that, I was upset about the things you were saying to our waiter. And then the things you said in the loft," she said, coldly.

Roger sighed. "I know. Could you forgive me?"

"I don't know if I'm ready to," she mumbled. "I can't just forgive you out of the blue. The things you said hurt, Roger."

"I'm sorry," Roger said, helplessly. "I've just been stressed out about lots of things, lately. The babies, the wedding…"

"I was thinking about that…"

Roger looked up.

"That maybe we should delay the wedding by a bit…and not just because of this…just getting ready for the babies is stressful enough. I think we should delay our wedding until after they're born."

"I'm fine with that," Roger said, slowly. 'So…that means you still want to get married, right?"

Mimi couldn't help but smile. "Yeah," she admitted. "I never can stay mad at you. I don't know why."

"Because you love me?" Roger grinned, obnoxiously.

Mimi smiled at him. "Yeah. I do."

"Would you accept this again, then?" Roger asked, fishing the ring out of his pocket and taking her hand.

"Oh, God I thought it was lost," Mimi exclaimed.

"Will you marry me, Mimi Marquez?" Roger teased, sliding the ring back on her finger.

Mimi grinned. "Yes," she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I felt one of the babies kick this morning," she whispered into his ear.

Roger looked surprised. "You did?"

Mimi nodded. "Uh huh. It scared the crap out of me."

Roger laughed. "I can imagine. They're not doing it now, are they?"

"Feel for yourself," Mimi smiled, bringing his hand to her stomach.

"Nope, nothing. Wait…I feel something. I don't think it's a baby, though. Just gas."

Mimi smiled and shook her finger at him. "Do not provoke me."

"Sorry. God they must be dying to come out already."

"I'm dying for them to come out already," Mimi groaned, and Roger laughed and kissed her.

"Well," Mark said, as he and Maureen entered the loft, hearing the murmur of both Mimi and Roger's voices from the roof above. "I think it's safe to assume that they're talking again."

Maureen laughed. "Psychic, are ya? That was fast."

"Come on, those two couldn't stay mad at each other for over a week," Mark grinned.

"What about us?"

"Well…give or take a month or two," he laughed.

Author's Note: Sonogram's up next :-D. Or ultrasound, or w/e it's called. I'll figure it out. After that, I'm gonna be away for the summer. I think it's safer for me not to continue my story during the summer, since certain things in the story are becoming true…hehehe…review!