as told by Roger
15 March
Marks about ready to piss his pants as he heads back from his latest update.
There was nothing new and the rest of us went back to find something to entertain ourselves.
Maureen was exaggerating out of her ass as she recounts to the twins the day they were born. Benny was trying to convince Kenna that she really wasn't needed to help her mom.
Noah was sitting on my lap, sleeping. This held no amusement for him.
Jaime left to pick up food and Cade hobbled over to me.
"You okay?"
I shrugged.
(flashback: the day Noah was born)
"Roger, get the bag we've got to go..."
I guickly grab the first thing I can reach...turns out to be the guitar, that won't do any good.
Next thing, there we go...
I pound on the door across the hall, "Cohen, we're going...future rock star is ready for his first show."
I can hear vague mumbling as a get to the front door. Collins is wide awake and tags along.
"How can you be so sure its a boy?" He laughs at me. Everyone's been betting that its going to be a girl. Mimi won't tell anyone what she thinks.
" 'Cos I know everything, right? Of course!"
"Roger, quiet, people are still sleeping."
It takes forever to get to the hospital and Mimi is having a harder and harder time. I'm starting to get worried. The nurse takes some information and quickly rushes us to the delivery room...the baby is coming too fast.
Its a blur for a bit.
"Mimi. We're going to need you to push one more time."
She listens.
"That's it girl." I whisper in her ear, holding her hand. "I love you."
"You too."
"Congratulations, its a boy."
I knew it!
"Noah..." she whispers, "Noah made it through the storm."
She leans back, closes her eyes.
"Miss Marquez? Mimi?" The nurse leans forward. She begins to panic.
What the hell?
The nurse turns to me, "We're going to need you to leave now."
"What's wrong?"
But I've been shoved out the door.
Collins mysteriously sneaks through the door blockade and waits with me.
"Mr. Davis?" I look up.
God, no...what the hell?
THey lost her. How can you lose a person?
There a blur about keeping Noah for a few day, getting him checked up every once and while...paperwork...
Hand on my shoulder...Collins...
"Roger."
end flashback
"Roger? Remembering Mimi?" Cade's voice sounds in my mind.
"How could you tell?"
She points down to Noah, "Your started gradually holding him tighter."
"Oh."
She smiles sympathetically.
Another two hours.
Mark comes back out. Leads us to the nursery.
Watch him go in. Brings a boy to the window.
"Shon Thomas Cohen" He mouths.
That night I put Noah down for bed and head out to the fire escape with the fender.
Tune it.
"You okay?"
I turn and Mark is climbing out.
"You're home?"
"Yeah, make sure everything was ready here for tomorrow. Youd didn't answer."
"I'm fine."
He sighs, "Stop trying to sell your bullshit, I'm not buying..."
I have to laugh...only Mark...used to be my favorite line.
"I'm fine...I'm happy for you..."
"Happy? That's not very rock star of you..."
"Fuck you Mark."
He just sits there watching me as I pluck out chords trying to ignore him.
I've known him for too long.
He doesn't need to know.
Damnit.
Watching him hold Shon scared the hell out of me. Mark's got nothing but time. Time to take Shon all over...show him how to film...talk to him about girls...all stuff dads are suppossed to do.
What if I don't get that? What if Noah doesn't get that? I'm scared he's going to hate me for not being there.
"Mark?"
"hmm?"
"When I'm gone, you'll be there for Noah right? Make sure he's safe."
"Like camping."
"Cohen, I said keep him safe, not go off and kill him."
"I can camp." He laughs.
He nods. "We'll all be there for him. You'll be there too."
Yeah, just not the way I'd like to be.
The next day comes. Maureen invaded the loft and decorated. McKenna is prancing around like a mix between a fairy child and Maureen, which is Benny fault: he kept feeding her candy so she'd stop asking him questions about how babies are born.
Mark comes in guiding Ella whose carrying Shon. I swear baby have some kind of magnet, because despite the room in the loft we are all attached to Ella.
There's a tug at my pants, Noah.
"Come here bud." I pick him up so he can see too.
Shon squirms and lets out a shrieking noise. Noah scrunches his nose.
"Ucle Mark?"
"Yeah, Noah."
"Take it back."
"Back where?"
"Where it came from."
Author's Notes:
So while I attempted several times to write this from Mark's POV, it just wasn't going to happen for some reason. I dunno...plus I think several things needed to be covered by Roger...
Review Responses:
eLpHaBaFaBaLaElPhIeFaE: thanks as always...hope you enjoy.
Born2Bbad: Yes! Mo is very hard to write. Have you found that? Anything rent is great...which one...schmehh...thanks...
BwayDiva: Everyone needs a someone. Exciting maybe. Thanks.
Lils: He won't be little any more...the last bit in this chap was for you knew you'd probably like it...gave you some time...I know I don't want to end either but Gutes Ende, Alles Gut or something like that bonus points if you understand that...and no betraying show characters I'm sure they won't mind although I'll blame you for Noah's swelling ego...Thanks as always..
oh and carsonheir: I kow last chap wasn't full on romantic but I hope you still enojoyed it...
until next time, this is me...signing out...