Count down begins for the ending of this story. XD
3.
I actually finished this days ago. I just want to prolong it for you guys. Anyway, my school starts in a week. (shiver) new schools are always scary.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent… doesn't that suck?
Hospital Check Up Room: July 26, 1993, 4:30 pm, Eastern Standard Time
"I'm one week late," Mimi huffed angrily.
"Yes, you are. It happens," the doctor shrugged.
"So you mean to tell me that I might have to go on for a longer time carrying this watermelon?" Mimi said through gritted teeth.
"Easy, baby, easy," Roger coaxed, his hand on Mimi's shoulder.
"Can it, Davis. You don't weigh like an elephant," Mimi snapped.
Roger gave her a look.
"Can't you do anything about this? I want my normal sane wife back," Roger turned his angry gaze at the doctor.
"POKE AROUND IN THERE! PULL IT OUT! DO SOMETHING!"
"Number one: We do not poke. Number two: I can't do anything," the doctor said sarcastically.
"Fucking ass doctors," Roger mumbled to Mimi.
"I love you," Mimi whispered back, as if Roger had said exactly what was on her mind.
"You, however, can try some of these techniques," the doctor handed Roger a leaflet.
"Fine."
"Let us do the work," Mimi muttered to herself.
"Let's go, Meems."
"Uh, Roger?"
"Yeah babe?"
"You have to help me get out of this chair."
"Let's see, eat spicy foods or pineapple," Roger read, as they walked down the street.
"We should stop by the grocery store," Mimi suggested.
Roger kissed the top of her head. "That's my smart wife."
"Second, go for a walk or march up some stairs."
Mimi burst out laughing. "I've been doing that all month."
"Just goes to show those dumbass doctors."
"Complimentary therapies like herbs, teas, acupuncture," Roger paused and arched his eyebrows.
"Massage?"
Mimi laughed.
"We can arrange that," Roger grinned seductively.
"We'll talk about that later," Mimi flipped. "Read on, pretty boy."
Roger raised an eyebrow at the leaflet but kissed it, as if thanking it.
"What the fuck? Roger, don't fall in love with the paper. You don't know what the doctor touched before he handed you that," Mimi scrunched her face up.
"Read it, Meems," Roger thrust the paper in his wife's face and rubbed his hands together.
Mimi's face was smug. "Nipple stimulation?"
"Keep reading."
"And sex."
"Yup," Roger declared proudly.
"That's impossible with this big belly," Mimi argued.
"Awww, come on baby. I waited 9 whole months!" Roger whined.
"Fine, but only because I want this baby out of me!" Mimi cried.
"Score!" Roger yelled.
Mark, Roger, Mimi and Maureen's loft: 7 pm, Eastern Standard Time
"I can't eat another bite..." Mimi groaned.
"Well that's new," Mark remarked from the kitchen.
"Shut the fuck up, Cohen."
"Come on baby," Roger put a large red pepper in Mimi's face. "Finish this last one."
"No, Rog!" Mimi slapped the pepper from Roger's hand. "I've been eating spicy foods and pineapples nonstop since 5 pm!"
"And I've been massaging every part of your body since then too!" Maureen complained, working on Mimi's feet.
"And I've walked up and down those fucking stairs for a least a thousand times."
Roger sucked on a pineapple piece. "Drink the herbal tea."
Mimi tried some and spit it out. "This tastes like shit!"
"It's helping you get your baby out."
"Well it's not working! I should've been screaming my lungs out and pushing right now," Mimi fumed.
"There's still one last thing on the list we haven't tried," Roger sang.
"Oh please, let's do it now," Mimi begged.
"Oh, I don't know. There's no moment," Roger annoyed Mimi.
"Shit Davis! Just do it!" Mimi demanded in a low threatening voice.
Maureen and Mark backed away into their room silently.
"Nah, I don't feel like it," Roger stretched out on the couch.
Mimi started crying.
"Awww, Meems… don't," Roger sighed.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her head. "Let's do it, okay?"
"Really?"
"Yeah," Roger smiled.
He started to kiss her run his fingers up her shirt.
Mimi laughed a little as Roger gave her his own version of nipple stimulation.
"Oh my God," Mimi pulled her lips away from Roger.
"What's wrong baby?" Roger cooed, scattering kisses on Mimi's stomach.
"Water…"
"You need water? Okay, I'll get you a glass."
"NO! Roger… my water broke!"
"Doesn't that mean…?"
"YES."
"Holy shit!"
Roger began running around in circles, not knowing how to act and swearing the whole time. Mimi started her Lamaze breathing.
"Damn, I AM GOOD," it suddenly dawned on Roger.
"ROGER!"
"Oh, shit, yeah!"
Roger carried Mimi to the loft door.
"Maureen! Mark! HELP!"
The two came rushing out of their bedroom quickly.
"Baby's coming!" Roger screamed.
"Oh, SHIT!" they both said at the same time.
And the four of them rushed to the hospital.
Hospital Waiting Room: 8 pm, Eastern Standard Time
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."
"MARK, SHUT THE FUCK UP," Roger bellowed.
(A/N: OMG, Law and Order is showing! XD Jesse! Whee!)
"Hey bitches, how's mommy?"
Collins ran up, panting. Joanne was right behind him.
"She went in about 15 minutes ago," Roger reported.
Collins grinned and wrapped Roger in a tight hug.
"Look who's going to be a daddy."
"And look at all the godfathers and godmothers," Roger beamed.
"You serious, man?"
"Shit, yeah!" Roger laughed.
Still in the hospital waiting room: 5 am, Eastern Standard Time
Roger paced the floor while the others slept.
What the fuck was taking so long?
Collins yawned and opened his eyes.
"Man, haven't you slept yet?"
Roger shook his head.
"Come here and get some Z's. I'll take over the pacing," Collins offered.
"Ha-ha. No thanks, Col," Roger smiled a feeble simper.
"Hey man, I've heard of labors that last more than 20 hours. Don't wear yourself out."
"Will do."
A cough came from the door as the doctor stepped out, removing his blood stained gloves. His face was grim and Roger wasn't comforted by that fact.
"Mr. Davis?" he approached Roger.
"Yeah?" Roger's voice cracked.
"Congratulations, you're the father of a beautiful baby girl."
Roger was speechless. He followed the doctor inside the delivery room.
"Roger," Mimi smiled weakly.
"Baby, oh, Mimi," Roger ran up to the bed and kissed Mimi so passionately.
Mimi was holding a small infant in her arms wrapped in a swaddling pink blanket. She had the most beautiful rosy cheeks and the 2nd most beautiful brown eyes Roger had ever seen (referring to Mimi's).
"Oh, crap you're so tiny and beautiful," Roger cooed, as Mimi handed him his daughter.
He couldn't stop staring at her the whole time.
"Who do you think she looks like?" Mimi breathed, smiling despite herself.
"She's beautiful, Mimi. It's all you," Roger smiled, kissing her forehead.
"Do we have a name?" the doctor asked, smiling as well.
"Clarissa."
"Angelique."
Mimi and Roger laughed.
"Clarissa Angelique Marquez Davis. I love it," Roger said.
"How about…?"
Roger stopped when he saw Mimi's eyes closed.
"She's tired," the doctor said, motioning to some nurses. "We should let her sleep."
The nurses rolled Mimi's bed out the door and Roger held their baby girl in his arms. She was also sleeping soundly, and Roger couldn't push away the fact that she looked so much like Mimi – especially with her lone tuft of curly brown hair.
"Say bye to mommy, Clarissa Angelique," he whispered.
I always liked the nickname Crissa. (shrug) You get why she's named Angelique, right :) I don't want to make a poll anymore. Review if you want to. XD