Maureen couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she realized that she hadn't talked with Joanne in over a week, they hadn't slept in the same bed in over a week, and they hadn't had sex in almost 3 weeks, since the 'incident'. Remembering the lack of sex the situation presented, she knew what she had to do. She banged on Mark's bedroom door. He opened it, and greeted her with a smile.

Mimi had left for the day to quit her job at the cat scratch club, she knew that dancing in a pot and cigarette smoke filled room was not good for the baby, but she hated how this child wasn't even born yet, and was already taking over her life. She was over three months pregnant at this point, and thought she was hugely fat, which she actually wasn't at all. This was why Roger was cooking her dinner. He wanted to do something nice for her, and make her feel as sexy as possible, which, in his mind, was very easy. He didn't cook, at all and when it came time for him to preheat the oven like the box said, he ran to get Collins to help.

"COLLINS!" He yelled own the stairs.

"What! Did you get shot!"

"No."

"Then don't fucking scream!" Collins emerged up the stairs, obviously annoyed. "What do you need?"

"I can't turn the oven on" There was silence as Roger's face flushed with embarrassment. The silence was broken by Collins bursting out into hysterical laughter as he passed Roger, stepping into the loft. "It's not funny, I'm doing a nice thing for my girlfriend"

"Alright…you bad-ass, you." Roger would have decked him…but then he still wouldn't have been able to turn the oven on.

Maureen tried to understand exactly what had just happened, as she reached for her bra.

"Um…Mo?"

"Yeah Mark?"

"Um…sorry, but I'm just trying to remember-"

"What the fuck we just did and why? Yeah, me too." Maureen finished putting on her shoe and rose to leave. "Can we just keep this between the two of us?"

"YES!" Mark cried, a little to gratefully, he thought afterwards. "Well, possibly the three of us." He added quietly.

"Yeah, well, don't get too ahead of yourself." Maureen stated as a fresh wave of dramatics washed over her. She left abruptly and Mark sighed.

"Dear god, I hope there's never more than one of her."

Joanne came out of the kitchen to find Maureen grinning in front of her.

"Honeybear, where did you go? I thought we we're going out for dinner! Our reservations are in ten minutes!"

"We are and I know!" Maureen couldn't stop smiling. Joanne laughed a little at her girlfriend's goofy grin.

"What is the matter with you?"

"Oh nothing." She winked as she pulled Joanne, confused as hell, out to dinner.