Okay guys. Two more MRLB for ya! Enjoy ;-)

Dru

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37. Sound

"I'm so nervous."

"D'aww. It'll be okay Mummas. You don't have anything to be nervous about," Roger wrapped his arms around his semi-shaking Mimi and buried his face into her hair.

"But the babies…,"

"Are healthy," Mark cut in. He rubbed Mimi's arm. "It'll be okay. I promise." Mimi, Roger, and Mark were all sitting in the waiting room at the doctor's office, going in for their final ultrasound. The twins were due in two weeks, the doctors saying they might come as early as next week due to the way they were positioned in Mimi's belly. Mimi and Roger had always asked Mark to come with them to an appointment but he always would say no and when Mimi questioned him about it he simply said that it was a special thing with her and Roger.

"You're going to be giving him kids Mimi," Mark said.

"In a way I'm giving you kids too!" Mimi said. "We'll all be living together. You'll be their uncle Marky Mark." Mark had blushed and on this final trip had finally caved.

"Mimi Marquez," a nurse with a white clipboard came out into the deserted waiting room. The three of them stood.

"Here I am," she smiled gently.

"How are you feeling Ms. Marquez?" the nurse asked leading the three of them into a back room. After weighing Mimi ("205 pounds!" she had yelped) she instructed her to sit up on a table.

"My feet are so sore," she complained, resting them in Roger's lap. "And I get headaches. But other then that I've been alright." After some more back and forth question and answer she let Mimi lay back and pull up her shirt. Roger laid a soft kiss on her belly and she hit him.

"Your nose is cold," she growled. He chuckled.

"Sorry. I had to say hi to my babies, baby."

"We may be able to find out the sex of the other twin today," the nurse pulled out the gel and ultrasound machine. "Alright Ms. Marquez, Mr. Davis. Good luck with everything. Hopefully the next time I see you you'll be in the delivery room! I'll go get the doctor now."

"Thank you," Roger called after her.

"It's crazy," Mark finally spoke.

"What?" Mimi asked.

"That their due in only a few days."

"I know. It's insane," she agreed holding Roger's hand. As if agreeing with what Mark and their momma were saying, Summer and her still unknown gendered sibling kicked the walls of Mimi's belly firmly.

"Here we go again," she groaned. The doctor came in and smiled at Roger and Mimi.

"Good afternoon guys. I see you've brought your posse?" he grinned at Mark who managed a faint smile. Roger could tell he wasn't really enjoying this whole 'hospital' thing. He asked Mimi a few more questions similar to the ones the nurse had asked before turning on the machine and squeezing cold gel on her belly. She gripped Roger's hand tighter. He was grinning like nothing Mark had ever seen before.

"Their they are Mark," Roger announced, his silly grin still in place. "Look." Mark looked at the screen and saw the two little outlines of two little babies inside of Mimi.

"Wow," he breathed. "What's that sound? Those pitter patters?" Mimi giggled her face glowing.

"That's the baby's heartbeats Mark." Mark felt his heart jump a little. He swallowed.

"Really?"

"Really," Roger grinned, his eyes never leaving Mimi's.

"Well," the doctor said, his eyes intent on the small screen beside him. "Everything is completely normal. Both twins are very healthy. And I do know the sex of the other twin…,"

"Let's wait," Mimi said.

"What?" Roger asked, somewhat in shock. "Mimi! Don't we want to know?"

"No," Mimi said her mind made up. "It's going to be a surprise." Mark had to laugh out loud at the look on Roger's face.

"But names…and clothes!"

"We'll be ready. Don't worry Daddy," she smiled up at him.

"There's nothing to be nervous about."

17. Nightmare

"Any day now," Roger whispered close to Mimi's ear. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she could feel a giggle prod her chest. It was a week after the anxious soon to be parents of twins had gone in for their final ultrasound before their due date. The doctor had told them to be prepared for the twins' arrival. It could be any day now.

Mark and Roger had been spoiling Mimi to death these past few days and Mimi knew it was partly because it gave them something to do. Got their minds off of what was to come. Mark had made them chicken Alfredo for dinner. Now Mimi and Roger were sitting in their bedroom, tucked into their bed, watching the soft colors of the setting sun stencil into their wall. Mimi usually fell asleep around 7:30 these days. Roger would lay and cuddle with her until she fell asleep, which on most days was right when her head hit the pillow, then slink out of bed and back into the living room where he'd keep Mark company or strum a riff on his guitar.

"I'm scared Daddy," Mimi whispered, holding Roger's hands out in front of her before putting them in place over her belly that now extended a good half a foot in front of her. Roger nuzzled into the back of her neck, feeling the babies underneath his guitar-playing calloused hands.

"I'm scared too Mummas," he admitted softly. "But everything's going to be okay. Promise."

"I don't want it to hurt."

"Well babe…," Roger couldn't really think of anything to say. "It's going to hurt. A lot." Mimi hit his arm playfully.

"Shut up."

"But I'll be there. You can squeeze on me alllll you want."

"Good," Mimi rolled over and placed a soft kiss on his lips before snuggling in and falling into a deep sleep.

The syringe was full. It was hard not to stare at it without smiling, without feeling just a hint of pride shoot through her awaiting veins. Roger ripped it from eager fingers.

"This isn't right," he growled, hating the small amount of warmth the liquid inside the syringe still held. Fresh from over the candle. Mimi narrowed her eyes at him.

"Give it back to me."

"No," Roger walked over to the sink to empty the needle. Mimi darted in front of him and snatched the needle from him in his split moment of vulnerability. A stray piece of yellow tubing had already been tied firmly on the top part of her right arm. She was having trouble finding a suitable vein. Mimi went out on to the balcony and sat in the corner, wetting her lips, anxious for the hit.

"Don't do it," Roger had waited a minute before following her. "Please Mimi."

She knew she had total control over him. Just by the simple fact that he was eager to plead with her. Eager to get her to stop.

"And what if I do?" Mimi spat testily.

"I'll stop trying to help you," Roger stated darkly. Her eyes widened a bit and she stared at him. He slowly held his hand out. "Give me the needle Mimi." Mimi glanced at his hand then back down at her arm. He quickly knelt down next to her, seeing the unshed tears well up in her eyes.

"Please Roger. Just one hit…,"

"No Mimi! What the hell do you think you're doing? You've been doing so well. Don't I mean anything to you anymore? Would you rather have your fucking smack then me?" his eyes burned into hers. Mimi's throat started to hurt as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I need it…,"

"More then me?" Roger snapped, extremely hurt. Mimi choked on a sob and tightened her grip around the syringe…she gave Roger one last glance…

…and stuck it into her skin.

Mimi shot up into a sitting position, her back soaked with sweat and her cheeks wet with tears. She gasped for air, resting her hand protectively over her belly. A sharp pain rain through her veins and she felt very unsettled. Roger was struggling to wake up next to her.

"What baby? What is it?" he hurried into a sitting, resting a gentle hand on her back.

"Roger," Mimi chocked, gripping his hand and pressing it to her wet cheek.

"What is it baby girl?" he rested her forehead on hers, not liking how heavy she was breathing.

"It's time."