[Here it is! The next chapter! Exciting, isn't it? I'm sure it is. Anywayz, enjoy! And don't worry, this is not going to be your typical story line…I have a few trick up my sleeve…well, I'm wearing a tank top right now, but you know what I mean.]

Mimi and Roger were sitting in the waiting room for Mimi's first doctor's appointment. They were sitting across from an older woman who was dressed very conservatively and have figured out she was there with her daughter in-law and son, whom had already been called into the doctor's office right before them.

" Roger…I'm nervous." She stated, shifting nervously in the hard plastic seat.

" What? Why?" He knew he was freaking out because of being a father, and everything it involved, but he was trying to stay calm, for Mimi's sake.

" I dunno…I just…well, I haven't been in a hospital since I found out I was positive." She whispered.  Roger put his arm around her.

"Oh, sweetie, don't event think about that-we're here for a good thing, right?" He was the one who needed convincing that this was a good thing.  Roger was sweating in places he didn't even know he could sweat, but Mimi bought into his faux confidence.

"I guess.  Okay, I'll try to focus on the happy things…like the fact that we are having a kid-that I am going to have to push out of my vagina…ya know, this isn't really working." She was freaking out even more.

"I know, but it'll all be okay-I know." He kissed her forehead.

"How do you know that?"

"I don't."  Mimi rolled her eyes and pushed his arm off her shoulders.  He was not being helpful.

The woman who was sitting across form them, staring at Mimi's leather mini-skirt, tall black stiletto boots that go up to her knees and her very tight red and white tie-dyed t-shirt cut half way down her chest, felt the need to comment.

"Ugh." She spat out.

Mimi and Roger stopped bickering and looked up at her.

"Excuse me? Did you say something?" Mimi was so not in the mood for snobby pricks.

"Meems, be nice!" Not that Roger really cared, he just didn't want the attention.

"I was just thinking," The woman continued, "that you should have been on birth control, or at least smart enough to use a condom!"

"I'm sorry. I don't understand." Mimi was pretending to be nice with her best fake smile, plastered on her face.

"Well, I would think that even a-actually, especially people like you would think about that." Roger had stopped caring.

"Never mind, don't be nice." He said to Mimi before shifting his attention over to the woman. "Are you calling my girlfriend a whore?"

"Why do you think that a one night of rough, disgusting sex makes her your girlfriend, may I ask?"

"Wh-wh-are you fucking kidding me?!" Mimi was losing it, and Roger knew that bad things happened when Mimi lost it, but he was about to lose it too.  The woman was clearly insulted.

"Oh! How dare you use that language in a public place, you slut!"

"Shut you mouth, granny! You are speaking to the woman I love!" He screamed, making Mimi blush a little bit, but Roger couldn't tell if I was out of flattery of fury.

"Are you saying she is not a prostitute?"

"YES! HE IS!" Mimi said.  Roger tried to calm her down.

"Uh, Meems…" Too late.  Mimi had lost it.

"YOU ARE BEING A RUDE, OBNOXIOUS, SELFISH, BITCH!" She shrieked.  Roger just rubbed his temples, trying to get his ears to stop ringing.  He really hated this woman

"Well I say! You dress like one, it is easy for one to make a mistake." All Mimi had left to do was scream, and she did.

Just then, a man and a woman came out of the doctor's office and walked over to the woman, they were obviously the aforementioned son and daughter-in-law.  Mimi and Roger were about to say something to them, but instead they stopped dead when they realized it was Benny and Allison.

Back at the loft, the rest of the gang was just lying around as usual.  Mark was on the floor against the couch, on which Maureen was sprawled out with her head in Joanne's lap, who were directly facing Collins and Max who were sitting on the coffee table.

"I still can't believe they're pregnant." Collins stated, knowing full well that was what everyone else was thinking about.

"I know," Joanna began, twirling one of Maureen's curls.  "They make such a cute couple, but add a baby into the picture, and…" She trailed off, not wanting to insult their friends.

"And they'll just have one more thing to fight about." Max finished for her.  Max hadn't known the gang for more than a couple of months, but people got close very quickly in the loft, you either loved them or hated them.  Everyone loved Max, except for Maureen, that is.  She claimed he wasn't 'the type' for their group of friends, but they both pretended to ignore it as much as possible.

"I agree." She chimed in, to add into her show of liking towards Max. "This morning they were arguing over whether or not to take a cab to the hospital."

"Well, it's a good thing either way, right?" Collins was trying to prompt optimism, but all he got was a few weak 'okay's. "So, who wants toast?"

"ME!" Maureen yelped like a preschooler.  As Max and Collins went into the kitchen, Maureen looked onto the floor at Mark, who had been suspiciously quiet throughout the entire conversation.

"Um, I'm not feeling too great, I think I'm gonna go lie down." Mark got up, grabbed his camera and shut his door behind him without another word.  Maureen was worried about her little Marky, but she knew she should be subtle about it with her pookie. 

"I wonder what's wrong with him…" She said, barley realizing she was saying it out loud.  She got up and turned to face Joanne, whom she noticed was smiling weirdly at her.  "POOKIE! Collins and Max are in the next room…but if you don't mind, then I don't…"she moved in to kiss Joanne, but was cut off.

"No, not that!" She paused, making Maureen uncomfortable. "Honeybear, we need to talk."

"Oh shit." Maureen knew she knew about the martini glass that she had 'accidentally' broken while trying to balance all the glasses in a pyramid.  "Okay, you see, it wasn't really my fault, 'cause I was trying to balance them, and the-"

"Oh, honey, I didn't like that glass anyway, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about." She giggled, but her face suddenly turned to a solemn frown. "Honeybear, what do you think about having children?"  Joanne was so afraid; she couldn't believe she had just said that-she almost didn't want Maureen to answer. 

"Oh, I think it's great.  For some couples better than others, of course, but ya know, I love kids.  I think they're adorable." She said nonchalantly.

"Okay, but I was talking about us."

"What?"

"Maureen, what do you think about us having a baby?"

Maureen nearly fell of the couch.

Back in the kitchen, Max and Collins were silently buttering toast, well, Max was, but Collins was just staring dreamily at him.  Max caught his eye and looked up.

"What?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about how great you are." He smiled.  Max smiled too.  They stood there for a minute, grinning at each other, ear to ear, like four year olds, until they both broke out into hysterical laughter.  Neither of them could breath, but Max managed to get out a few words.

"Collins, you're my Angel!"  Collins suddenly stopped laughing and took over buttering the toast.

What's gonna happen with Roger and Mimi and Benny? Will Joanne and Maureen have a baby? Can Collins bring himself to explain why the word 'Angel' makes him want to stop living? REVIEW, and then you'll find out. J