Author's Notes: I hope ya'll like this story. Since I'm posting it all at once I'm only going to write these authors notes and on the last chapter will be my closing notes. I hope you like this story. It's probably one of the most complicated stories I've written because of how I wrote it. Drop a line if it gets confusing. Or drop a line if you love the story. Warning for the chapter entitled Eighteen Years Old gets a little sexually graphic and REALLY slashy so that's my warning for you guys. I hope your like and review. Other wise enjoy the story and remember No Day But Today.
Title: A Life in the Making
Chapter: Prologue
Chapter Title: 2 Days Old
Mark looked in on the sleeping infant. She was perfect as far as he was concerned. An angel sent to him to make up for the pain in Mark's life. There'd be a lot he'd have to do in the future. His films did well and he'd made enough to support her but he wanted to do better then that. Mark wanted the money that had been left to the infant to be there when she was eighteen and ready to conquer the world, and she would if she was anything like her mother. "Good-night Angel:" Mark whispered to his daughter, Angel Maureen Mimi-Jo Cohen-Jefferson.
Mark closed the door and turned to his two friends in the living room of Joanna and Maureen Jefferson. "Don't think about it right now Mark." Benjamin (Benny to his friends) Coffin the Third said. He was semi-tall at 5'10" with dark skin, dark eyes, with a bald head and an air of complete ease.
Had you told Mark two years ago that he a Benny would be friends again he told you it was time for rehab but here Benny and he were. Friends as in the days of the Boho Boys: there had once been four of them Benny, Collins, Mark, and Roger. Now there only remained three.
Mark sat down with a sigh and watched as Benny moved closer to his lover Thomas Collins (Collins to his friends.) Collins had changed Benny for the good. He'd reminded Benny of his dreams to write and to change the world after Benny's wife Allison was killed in a boating accident. They'd found love once again together in each other both thinking they'd lost the great love of their lives.
Collins looked at Mark, "Have you slept?" Collins asked. "Not yet, between getting the call and having to get Angel and having to make arrangements and trying to track him down no I haven't been able to." Mark said with a sigh. "You need to rest Mark; you're not going to be any good to Angel if you end up in the hospital." Benny said. "She'll be awake in a couple of hours for her two a.m. feeding." Mark answered. "Let her uncles get it." Collins said speaking of themselves, "I don't think I could sleep if I wanted to." Mark said.
Mark looked at the two, it was true. His world was crashing down around him: all he had left was little Angel. He'd lost two dear friends to A.I.D.S., Mimi had died nine months before and Angel had died a year before that. He'd just lost two other best friends who had given him a gift that he'd never be able to repay.
Maureen and Joanna had been close to Mark when they asked him to donate his sperm to Maureen so that she and Joanna could have a baby. He knew they'd tried adopting one but because of their relationship status they'd never be able to get one. He'd consented with out hesitation and was flattered when they'd asked and in return they gave him full Daddy privileges.
That seemed a lifetime ago, now Maureen and Joanna were dead. The only reason he had Angel was because they had taken Angel by C-Section from Maureen. Angel would never know her mothers and that was crime as far as Mark was concerned.
Mark started thinking back to before Joanna and Maureen's car accident, before they'd lost Mimi to pneumonia to a happier time on New Year's Eve 1989 when their family had been large not broken due to heartbreak, loneliness, or death. He, Collins, Mimi, Angel, Maureen, Joanna, Benny (who'd been going threw his prick stage but still a member of their family,) and Roger.
Mark hadn't noticed his grip on the end of the couch had tightened at the thought of his old roommate's name. He felt Collins put his temper cooling hand on Mark's shoulder, "Don't think about him. Benny and I will find him. Just go lay down for now." Collins said as he pulled Mark off the couch and towards the spare room on the other side.
Mark held Angel close as he watched the caskets be lowered into the ground. As he watched he made a silent promise to Angel that she'd never want for anything and she'd never have to wonder if she was loved.