A sudden jolt on his hands caused Roger to wake up the next morning.

Startled, he quickly sat up in bed, trying to figure out what had awoken him. Then, he remembered he had fallen asleep with his hands cupping Mimi's pregnant belly. Their kicking had woken him up.

"About time I felt them," he chuckled to himself, as Mimi stirred and woke up.

"Morning sunshine," he grinned, kissing her on the forehead. Her reaction was delayed, as she was still half asleep.

"Someone's slap-happy this morning," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands.

"Guess what? I finally felt the babies move," Roger told her.

Mimi smiled. "I knew you would soon."

"Yeah, it woke me up."

She laughed. "Sorry. They've been extra jumpy the past couple of days."

"Well I would be too. They're probably anxious to get out of there," Roger said, patting her stomach lightly with his hand. "We should throw a baby shower soon."

Mimi snorted. "This past couple of months have been one big baby shower already."

Roger smiled at her, sympathetically.

"Whenever I think about it I get so nervous and impatient, because I know it'll only be another three months until they're here, and it's driving me crazy," she said.

Roger squeezed her shoulder, lightly. "Try not to think about it."

"I would, if I didn't have this reminding me every minute of the day!" she said, motioning to her middle.

"You've got a point there," Roger said, hiding a smile.

"And I want you to do something to get your mind off it too. I want you to start playing with the guys again. I know you've missed it."

"Meems, I will, eventually. You need me more than the guys do right now."

Mimi frowned. "I know. Music's your passion, though. It's what you do. And I've been preventing you from doing that the past few months."

Roger sighed. "It's no problem, Mimi. As soon as the babies are born, I'll start up again. I promise."

Mimi gave in. "Okay. But you should still write music on your own. You used to do that all the time."

Roger shrugged. "I haven't felt inspired lately."

Mimi shrugged back at him, and slid her feet into her slippers. "My feet are all swelled up," she groaned, as she started to make her way towards the bathroom.

"Hey, at least you're not throwing up anymore," Roger teased.

She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. "Ass," she said, as she hobbled on her sore feet over to the bathroom.

Roger laughed and went into the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

"I can't believe you brought me out here this early," Mark grumbled to Maureen, around the same time that morning. They were sitting in the middle of Washington Square Park. With the exception of two homeless people sleeping over on the benches, they were the only ones there.

"It's nice here in the mornings," Maureen insisted. "It's quiet. It's peaceful. I like it."

Mark chuckled and nudged her shoulder with his.

Maureen smiled at him, wickedly. "Cut it out," she whined, rubbing her shoulder.

Mark laughed and bent down to retie his shoelaces.

"You know, when we first broke up, I would come and sit out here all the time," Maureen said.

Mark finished fiddling with his shoes, and sat back upright. "You started dating Joanne so soon after, though," Mark said.

"I know." Maureen was quiet for a moment. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I ever really was a lesbian…I mean yeah, I love Joanne. I just needed someone to take care of me, and vice versa when I broke up with you. I kind of regretted it as soon as I did it."

"So you were desperate," Mark said.

Maureen blushed. "Yeah. I was, a little. I missed you."

"I was a little surprised when you first told me you were going out with another woman," Mark admitted.

Maureen gave him a sheepish grin. "I remember your mom wasn't too thrilled about it either."

Mark rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well you know her. Mrs. Ultra-religious. She believes that same-sex relationships are wrong."

Maureen shrugged, "There's always a Misses Cohen out there."

Mark laughed. "Yeah, right."

They watched as two newcomers released their dogs into the dog-run, and the two dogs began to chase each other wildly around the length of the fence. One of them sniffed the other's rear end.

Mark made a face. "Nice."

"They're dogs," Maureen reminded him, grinning. "Besides, I'll bet if I did that to you, you'd think it was sexy."

Mark pointed a finger at her. "You do not do that to me," he said, in a serious tone. "If you do, we're through."

Maureen giggled and snuggled inside the crook of his elbow. "I love you," she murmured, softly.

Mark smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "Love you too."

"What the hell is that smell?" Collins exclaimed when he first stepped inside the Loft.

"Collins? Is that you?" Mimi called, sticking her head out of the bathroom.

"In the flesh."

"Thanks for getting the bagels, you're a lifesaver. Could you set them down for now? I've kind of got my hands full."

Collins placed the plastic bag with the bagels in it on the floor. "What're you doing?" he asked, walking towards the bathroom. He found Roger leaning over the bathtub with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, and Mimi was kneeling beside him, squirting a substance into his hair.

"What is this? Some sort of exotic karma sutra?" Collins asked, watching them.

"I'm bleaching his hair," Mimi frowned at him, as she let the bleach sink into the roots of his scalp.

Collins made a face. "That doesn't look fun."

"You think it's fun for me?" Roger said from the tub, not turning his head so the bleach wouldn't roll down his face. "It smells like shit, I know."

"You smell like shit," Mimi teased, as she readjusted the towel around his neck.

"Bitch."

Mimi laughed and slapped him lightly on the side of his neck. "Shut up!"

Collins raised his eyebrows. "You guys hungry?"

"I'm starving," Roger said. "But if I lift my head, this dye will run into my eyes and burn out my pupils, and I will be blind."

Collins snorted. "You've planned this out, haven't you?"

"That's what Mimi told me," he shrugged.

"I had to get you to stop moving around," Mimi said, tugging at his short hair.

"I can't help it-this hurts my neck."

"Believe me baby, this ain't no picnic for me either," Mimi grinned, squeezing the back of his neck.

"You should convince Mark to let you bleach his hair too," Roger laughed.

"I don't think Mark would go for that," Collins laughed. "Maureen probably would, however."

"I'll do it when he's sleeping," Mimi winked, then pulled too hard at Roger's hair, by accident.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," she said, taking the towel and dabbing at the sides of his forehead with it. "You're good to go now. Just try not to move your head around too much."

"Thank God," Roger said, standing to his feet.

Collins shook his head. "Breakfast anyone?" he asked, holding out the bagels.

A/N: Reviews are my anti-drug :-D