I'm happy to announce that this is only part 2! WOOHOO! XD I just love writing fluff, and I was bored one day and wrote down random stuff on scratch paper with my dad's red sharpie (sorry for wasting the ink, dad XD) and I just realized know that it can be in a QUADRUFIC! (term: COPYRIGHT ME 2006) :) ROGER AND MIMI FLUFF ROCKS! YEAH:)
(Narrator's POV)
Nine years later…
"YOU DON'T NEED A CELLPHONE, CLARISSA ANGELIQUE!" Mimi screamed at her daughter.
"But everyone has one!" the young 9 year old brunette whined, her mid length locks swaying from side to side in agitation.
"I don't have one!" Mimi snapped.
"Well that's because you're old and lame!"
The 30 year old Latina gasped.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that, Clarissa. I spent 13 hours in labor with you!"
Crissa rolled her eyes, and sat beside her oblivious father on the couch, reading a magazine.
"Daddy…" she started "puppydog-ing."
Roger looked up.
"Please can I have a cellphone?" she smiled sweetly.
Mimi rolled her eyes and gave Roger a look. But Crissa knew that her father couldn't resist her. Meanwhile, the guitarist was trapped between the two women in his life.
"We'll…" Roger stopped and looked at Mimi then at Crissa. "Think about it."
It was a safe reply. Mimi rolled her eyes again. Crissa was satisfied and skipped to her room.
"Roger, you CAN'T let her manipulate you like that all the time!" Mimi sat down next to her husband.
"I can't help it," Roger wrapped his arms around her.
"She's too beautiful… that's your fault."
Mimi slapped him on the face and smiled.
"She is, isn't she?"
"Oh, no doubt," Roger whispered in Mimi's ear.
"Don't you remember that night we made her?" Roger laughed a little in her ear.
"How could I forget?" Mimi laughed. "My birthday… you wanted to play with the ribbons."
They laughed together until Roger tried to lift Mimi up to bring her into the bedroom.
Roger almost dropped Mimi.
"Shit, are you gaining weight or something?" Roger sneered playfully.
"Er… yeah," Mimi bit her lip, causing Roger to worry.
"Something bothering you, Meems?" he asked with concern.
Mimi nodded.
"Do you uh… remember that time about 3 months ago when we were… at your band's after concert victory party?"
"Yeah," Roger smiled at the thought.
"Well uh…"
Mimi smiled and patted her stomach.
Roger's eyes grew wide.
"Meems, baby, are you…?"
Mimi nodded.
Roger forgot her heaviness and spun her around. He kissed her long and deep on the lips.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Eh… you were busy with your band, and I didn't want you to worry… and well, I thought you would…"
Roger cut her off with another kiss.
"Maybe a boy this time?" he smirked.
"What the heck is happening out here?" Crissa stormed out of her all pink and orange room.
"EW," she said, when she saw her parents making out.
"I'm going back into my room! And you go into yours!"
"No! Wait… Cris!" Roger called.
The girl turned around with her hands on her hips.
"Your mommy's pregnant," Roger smiled.
Crissa's jaw dropped.
"OH HOLY…"
Her parents glared at her.
"Moo."
Crissa ran up to her parents and hugged them.
"You know what this means, right?" Roger looked down at his daughter.
"NO CELLPHONE."