AN: Okay, Im sorry that this took forever!!!!!!!!!!!! Just got new computer and finally figured out how to get the right files on.

Alana: With the wedding coming up, of course there's more Mo! Plus she reveals about her new relationship. Also, on the side, Benny's coming back soon!

Liv: I know. Cock and the tail. (Disclaimer: I stole it off of "A Beautiful Mind" starring one Anthony Rapp!)

"Well, how was the recording session?" Tara asked. She, Mimi, Maureen, and Bel were waiting for their appointment at the wedding store.

"I don't know," Mimi said, absently biting a nail, "I mean, it's not like I've heard the song before. Just that last-" She paused. Mimi didn't want to tell Bel that she almost died last year, that a combination of Roger's song and a vision of Angel had saved her. "The last time I heard it, he did it to make up with me."

"Well, it worked," Maureen jumped in, "Look at you guys. You two are so disgustingly cute, not mention you're carrying the man's kid."

Bel, while recovering from what felt like a hangover, had to smile at that thought.

"Miss Wendko?" The attendant stepped into the room. "We're ready for you." Mimi turned back to the other two.

"Me 'n Roger are still stuck on names."

Maureen snorted. "Isn't obvious? Angel. Plus you don't have to worry about two names."

"What if it's twins?" Bel grumbled.

Completely ignoring Bel, Maureen continued, "Or at least, you're gonna name it after one of after one of us."

"Collins's name came up at least once or twice. You know what? I think I'll name it something totally outrageous."

"God, no, Michaela," Bel jumped in, "You really wanna scar the kind for life?"

Maureen raised her eyebrows at that retort. "Michaela? Boy, were your parents sick, or what?"

"Michaela was our great-aunt's name," Bel and Mimi said at the same time.

Mark knocked on the office door. He hated this crap. Day in, day out, it was the same shit, over and over again. If I don't watch myself, he thought, I'm gonna end up like Benny.

He shook his head quickly, as to banish the thought from his drained mind. Becoming a near-carbon copy of Benjamin Coffin the Third? That was the stuff that made up Mark's nightmares.

After another three or four knocks, the door finally opened up. "Daze, here's those production number papers things."

The short, perky to the point where Mark felt the need to vomit every time he saw her, blonde gave out a little giggle. "Thanks Marky, babe."

I hate Marky. "No problem. See ya."

"Mark! Wait!"

The man nearly shuddered. It was one thing to be continually called "Marky," to spend another minute with Daisy Richmond, was near to the point of Mark flinging himself out of the building's window.

She smiled, and giggled some more. "Mark, I was just wondering-if you're not busy, that is-"

"What is it, Daisy?"

"Doyouwannahavedinnerwithmeonfriday?"

Mark's jaw nearly dropped. "Daisy, I'm engaged. I can't do that!"

"Oh, it's just a little business thing. I'm sure she won't mind."

Mark, albeit being somewhat unpopular in high school, had been the object of many a junior high girl's affections back in the day. And he knew that Daisy was at least twelve years old. "No. I have to go back to work."

"Can you two at least come to my Labor Day barbeque?" Daisy yelled at Mark's retreating back.

"When Hell freezes over," he muttered under his breath.

"I've got it!" Maureen said, causing both Bel and Mimi to jump, "Angel Colin Davis. Has a nice ring to it, huh?"

"What if it's a girl, Mo?" Mimi automatically challenged.

"Angel Maureen."

Bel, having decided finally to take off the shades, said, "Mo. Give it up."

"I like Colin Angel, Maureen. I think it sounds nice." Mimi stretched and then patted her stomach. "What do you think, kid? Wanna go through life being called Colin?"

"Omigod, you guys have to see this!" Tara had missed out on the whole baby- naming issue, as she was trying to pick out from a number of dresses, for the last hour.

Tara came out of the back room, a total vision in white. The skirt was poufy and billowed out a little when she walked. She had on short sleeves, and the neckline was done in a curlicue-like beading.

For a girl who looked not too bad day to day, Tara was nominally beautiful.

"Ta, it's gorgeous," Mimi finally said.

"Wow, no wonder Mark wants you so bad," Maureen said, "I didn't know you had great little tits."

Of course that remark received four glares (two from the Marquez siblings, the other two from the assistants), a laugh out of Tara (but in a nice way), and Maureen stuck defending herself.

"I can't help it," she said, "I'm a fully functional, bi-sexual, 20th century woman."

"Bi?" Mimi asked as they went outside to wait for Tara.

"Well, yeah. I mean look at who I've stayed with the longest. Mark, Joanne, Alex "

"Alex? Who the fuck is Alex?" Mimi yelled.

"Just someone," Maureen said, smiling.

PS: OOOOOH! Can't you guys just see little seventh graders from Scarsdale Jr. High fawning over a twelve year old Mark? Or maybe that's just me. Anyways, all I'm saying that I'll be able to update more often now! YAY! REVIEW PLEASE!