Hello me wonderful readers!

K so the plot bunnies have been running rampant through my mind these past few days. Must be the weather...ANYway I have the MMAR (Mimi/Mark after Roger) and now making it's fanfiction debut is---MRLB! (Mimi/Roger lil babies) Yeah so Mimi is preggers in these two and to come later will be the birth (another prompt believe it or not) and definitely some storieswith the little rugrats. :-) Enjoy guys!

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63. Summer

"July 1st. 3:30 PM. We zoom in on Mimi Marquez the incredibly sexy mommy to be."

Mimi almost choked on her lemonade.

"Roger! Put that away!" she swiped for Mark's camera. Roger jumped out of her range.

"Now baby girl," Roger said in his best scolding, cutesy voice. "We may be showing these tapes to our little Roger Jr.'s one day…,"

"Dream on!" Mimi giggled. "I thought we agreed that we weren't naming either of them Roger Jr." Roger set the camera down on the empty bookcase and jumped on top of the bed, standing on the uneven mattress.

"Well I like the way it sounds!"

Mimi growled softly and closed her eyes, her sweat soaked bangs stuck to her forehead. She knew there was no way she was going to be able to pry her sticky bare shoulders off of the sheets.

"You're so indecisive," Mimi said. Roger sat down next to her and stuck his tongue out.

"Well they'll be my sons too."

"Or daughters. Or son and daughter."

"Yeah or daughters or son and daughter," Roger agreed leaning over and planting a kiss on Mimi's swollen belly. "Our little babies are in there baby." He tickled Mimi's belly then leaned up to plant a kiss on her lips.

"It's hot," Mimi complained. "And I look like a walrus."

"You look beautiful," Roger insisted. It had been early February when Mimi first found out that she was pregnant with her and Roger's first child. She had been completely scared for the baby's health. Roger had been ecstatic. They put Mimi on about a million different kinds of pills to keep both her and the baby healthy and out of danger.

It wasn't until around May that the doctors told them they would be expecting twins. Mimi had been nervous at first but with how happy Roger was it was pretty much impossible to worry too much. Both the twins were very healthy and were expected to enter the world sometime in November.

"But it's still hot."

"82 degrees isn't hot," Roger smiled against her tummy.

"Yes it is," Mimi closed her eyes and rested her hand on the back of Roger's neck. He sang softly to the babies.

"What do you think were going to have?" Roger asked again for the millionth time.

"I hope we have a boy and a girl," Mimi mused.

"Roger Jr. and Mimi Jr.?"

Mimi rolled her eyes.

"I like…Summer. For a girl anyway." Roger seemed to think about it.

"Me too." He continued cooing soft nonsense into Mimi's belly.

"Well it's settled then. Summer if it's a girl," Mimi yawned, surprised as Roger clamped his mouth over hers.

"I love you," he whispered. He wouldn't lie. He was scared out of his mind for Mimi. For his un-born children. Knowing that they would both probably, unavoidably be HIV positive. He felt guilty for that. Guilty that they hadn't used protection when they should have. Mimi seemed to read his gaze but stayed quiet. She trailed a finger down his chest.

Later, they would sit out on the porch, sipping on smoothies Mark would have made and watch the sunset. Talking in a happy debate about the names of the twins.

Summer always coming up as a common favorite.

14. Green

Mark was hard at work as always, shifting through reels of old film and winding new film around empty reels. Mimi was sitting on the couch, filing her nails and moaning every so often. Finally Mark had to sigh in utter frustration.

"What's the matter with you now?" he turned to stare at his hormonal friend.

"In case you haven't noticed," Mimi growled. "I'm fucking pregnant with two kids. So unless you want to carry this extra 30 pounds for me I would shut the hell up." Mark held his hands up in peace and turned back to his work. 'Oh yeah' he thought 'hormones are whirring like crazy. She's definitely pregnant'. Mimi took in a sharp in-take of breath and held her belly.

"What?" Mark hopped up to sit next to her on the couch. "What is it?" Mimi squeezed his hand tightly for a couple of seconds before sitting back and panting a bit.

"They won't knock it off," she said softly, eyes closed. Mark let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't scare me like that okay?" he slipped back down to the floor. "And if it makes you feel any better, you don't look like you've gained 30 pounds."

Mimi gave him a sideways smile. Roger came into the room with an apple in his hand. He plopped down next to Mimi and instinctively let his hand rest over her belly. Mimi growled at him.

"What baby?"

"You know what."

"Oh…sorry Mummas. I forgotted," Roger leaned over and let Mimi take a generous chunk out of his apple. He held it teasingly down to Mark.

"Want some?"

Mark pushed his hand away.

"So," he said, taking a chance at turning away from his work again. "What color eyes do you think Summer's going to have?"

"Brown," Roger answered.

"Green," Mimi answered in the same instant. Mimi found out they were for sure having a little girl. The sex of the other twin was un-determined as of yet. They had already decided her name would be Summer Maria Davis.

"Green?" Roger questioned.

"Like her daddy?" Mimi rolled her eyes. "Hello! That's the way it goes. Little girls get their daddies eyes and little boys get their mommies eyes."

"Where do you get your logics from Meems?" Mark laughed and shook his head.

"Hey Mark. Check this out," Roger was grinning from ear to ear as he took Mark's hand and placed it on Mimi's belly. It got a firm kick. Mark smiled. Roger was the picture of a proud poppa already. The babies had been doing that for weeks now. But he never got any less enjoyment out of it. Mark didn't want to move his hand from the life squirming around underneath it but was forced to when a knock came from the door.

"Marky!" Mark groaned slightly as Maureen threw her arms around his neck. "And where are my little niece-y's?" Maureen practically knocked Roger off the couch as she hurried over to Mimi.

"Nice to see you too Maureen," he grumbled. Maureen showered Mimi's belly with kisses and she had to laugh.

"Maureen! We don't know if that's a plural yet!" Mimi scolded.

"Oh it will be," Maureen beamed. Joanne came in and offered Mimi a gentle smile.

"C'mere!" Mimi ushered Joanne over and took her hand and placed it over her belly. Joanne's eyes widened a bit.

"Wow…they constructing a soccer practice in there or what?"

Mimi smiled.

"Their active, that's for sure. Like their poppa."

"Momma!" Roger corrected.

"Have you guys thought about what their going to look like?" Joanne asked in a dreamy sort of way as she sat down on Mimi's other side.

"I have it all figured out," Mark stated proudly. "Their going to be beautiful and healthy and…," he paused.

"Their both going to have green eyes. Just like their daddy."