A/N: hey everyone! it's Mimi (RDSoG) updating yet another chapt. of The New Bohemian. i know it's sad so far, but the end is closer than you might think. also, there might be a sequel. who knows?

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
(chapter title - I Can't Believe This Is Goodbye)

The day of Roger's funeral was cold, rainy and wet. All of us were going - including the twins, Kris, Justin and April. I told them that they really didn't have to come, but they wanted to. I nodded and followed everyone to the church - the same church where Collins' and Angel's funerals had taken place. As Mark and I carried the twins' car seats to the church, I made sure that the plastic parkas had holes big enough so that Sara and Owen didn't get wet and didn't choke on the plastic.

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Looking outside one last time before heading inside the church, I sat in the front pew next to Mark and put Sara's car seat on the other side of me while Mark did the same with Owen. The others filed in behind us - Kris, Justin and April were in the pew behind Mark and I. Mimi was sitting with Maureen and Joanne in one of the pews on the other side of the aisle way.

In the middle of the service, Owen started crying, so I took him into the lobby to calm him down. The twins were now three weeks old and getting more independent with each passing day. As I fed Owen his formula, the door opened and Justin, along with April, came walking through the doors.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Hi." Justin echoed. He looked at Owen in my arms.

"You okay?" I asked, still whispering. He nodded and looked at April. She was three years old today - Roger's funeral. Today was not a good day to be happy.

After Owen finished his formula, I burped him and quietly walked back into the church, tears running down my face. Justin opened the door for me and followed me to the pews. I nodded at Roger's family sitting in the pews behind our loving 'family'.

"Now my wife, Mary, would like to say a few words." Mark concluded as I put Owen back in his car seat. I nodded and went up to the stage - I was so nervous and afraid that I was gonna start crying in front of all these people. Taking in a deep breath, I slowly let it out and told the story about how I had first 'officially' met Roger.

"When I first met Roger, he was Mark's roommate and best friend. I moved here five years ago and instantly fell in love with Mark. As I got to know Mark, I also got to know Roger and his wonderful girlfriend, Mimi." I smiled briefly at her and continued on. "One day, the four of us were in Central Park for a day of fun when one of us - I can't remember who exactly - suggested that we go horseback riding. I haven't been riding since we had to sell my horse, Pye, but that's a whole 'nother story." I shook my head and continued on. "Well, anyway, we get our horse assignments - Conn, Zeke, Splash and Foxy. And let me tell you, being on that horse was one of the happiest days of my life and I'm glad that I got to spend it with one of my closest friends and second brother." with that, I went down the three steps that went from the alter to the pews. I sat down next to Mark - I had moved Owen's car seat so that the twins were sleeping next to each other - and buried my face in his coat and cried my eyes out.

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After the funeral, Mark, the twins, Kris, Justin, April and I headed back to the loft for chit chat when Kris' cell phone rang. As she went to a quiet corner to answer it, Mimi came jogging up to us, tears in her eyes. I handed her Owen's car seat, knowing that if she held the infant, everything would somehow be okay. Kris came walking over to us and pulled Justin in a corner and whispered softly to him. I saw him nod and say 'okay' a few times before kissing her and walking back over to us.

"What's going on, Justin?" Mark inquired as I watched Kris hail a taxi.

"There was a homicide in Brooklyn and since Kris is on call this week, she has to go." Justin told us. I knew that he didn't want Kris to go, but she had no choice.

"That's okay, Justin. I'm just so glad that she went on call when she did." Joanne spoke up, wrapping an arm around Mimi's shoulders. Mimi didn't even look up from holding Owen - I knew he meant everything to her, just like Roger did. Mark and I were planning to make Roger and Mimi our twins' honorary godparents, but then Roger got mugged and things just went downhill from there.

"Plus, you get to hang out with us." Maureen spoke up, brushing the tears out of her eyes. Justin smiled slightly at her before scooping April up onto his shoulders. The little toddler just giggled and asked us questions about the funeral and about Roger. We were more than happy to answer all her questions, no matter how sad we were it was still nice to talk to her - for a three-year-old, she really didn't say very much.

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It had stopped raining long enough for all of us to take two carriage rides around the city - Mark, the twins and I were in one carriage while Justin, April, Mimi, Joanne and Maureen were in the other. I held Owen on my lap so that he could look out and see everything around him. Sara, on the other hand, had fallen asleep in Mark's lap.

When we reached the loft, it was a quarter to six - Justin and April headed home, followed by Maureen and Joanne. They thanked us for the carriage ride and waved goodbye, heading back out into the cold air.

I wasn't feeling good, so I went to my and Mark's room to take a little nap. I could hear Mimi and Mark with the twins - laughing and having fun with them.

There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today