Hey guys

Thanks a lot for reading. Your reviews are awesome. A few of you pointed out the Boo from Monsters INC and now I look like a huge copycat! lol but seriously that was totally councidental and a nickname I picked up from my brother calling my nephew Baby Boo :) Enjoy!

Dru

Chapter 6

Mark was extremely happy to have his cheek pressed up against the cool surface of his pillow. He curled his small body up into a ball to retain the little heat he was able to get and started nodding off to sleep. Things had been a little draining for him today. It had been his first day back to work after Boo's arrival and he was absolutely exhausted. Collins was still there and asleep in the next room. Roger was out in the living room giving Boo his last bottle of the night, gently singing to him on the sofa. Mark could relax when the baby was with Roger.

A lot of things had been going through his head lately. Like how could someone want to hurt something that beautiful and innocent? Boo for the most part was a very happy, content baby. Especially in Roger's arms. Another thing that was beginning to scare Mark a little.

Boo screamed bloody murder when he wasn't with either himself or Roger. What would happen when the police located a family? A place where he belonged? They had only had the little boy for a little over a week and a half and they had both fallen so in love with him. He had the biggest smile and the sweetest giggle and the biggest innocent blue eyes in the world. Mark had even noticed the changes in Roger. The new seemingly permanent gentle tone to his voice. The change behind his eyes when Boo gazed up at him. What would happen if that had to be taken away from him?

Mark was broken out of his thoughts as a pair of arms slinked around his waist and a warm kiss was pressed to the back of his neck.

"R…roger," he stuttered, turning around in his arms to face the grinning rocker.

"Hey," he whispered, gently stroking Mark's hair. Mark was so tense he could swear he felt Roger's heart beating against him. It wasn't that he didn't want this. He did want this. But…Mimi. Everything they had worked for to get her back to him.

"Where's the baby?" Mark asked, squirming slightly under Roger's touch. A feeling crept over him. An unfamiliar feeling of doing something very very bad.

"Sleepin'. In the family room in his playpen," Roger yawned and rolled over off of Mark. A few days ago Joanne had brought over a playpen that had been donated to the police station. A few hours later Officer Bronze had called to update that no new leads had come up in the case yet. Mark looked back over at Roger whose eyelids had slipped shut. His hand was perched on top of his chest and his breathing was becoming even and soft. He couldn't help but lightly kiss his lips causing him to stir and peek open an eye.

"Why thank you," he smirked.

"Roger…I think we need to talk," Mark's stomach was churning uncomfortably. Mimi was one of his best friends. It was fine to be with Roger when they had seen no hope of them ever getting back together. But now, when it looked like they were close to the fairytale ending, it felt wrong and cruel to be with Roger. Mark propped himself up on his elbow as Roger placed a hand under his own head, sighing.

"I think we do too."

Especially so after today. He had gone to see Mimi.

"She's still got a fever," Joanne said as he entered the house. "And she's been fretting a lot but I think she'll be happy to see you."

"Hey Roger," Maureen smiled from the sofa in their living room.

"Hey," Roger smiled gently back as Joanne took his hand.

"When can I see the baaaaby?" she whined.

"Soon," Joanne had pulled him into her and Maureen's room where Mimi was perched up on their bed, asleep.

"I'll leave you guys," she patted Roger on the arm before leaving, closing the door behind her. Mimi was facing the wall, her chest rising and falling slowly. Roger crawled into bed next to her, slinking his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on the back of her neck. She stirred then awoke, blinking around the dark room.

"Roger?" she croaked, turning around slowly in his arms.

"Shhh...shh," he soothed gently. "It's okay baby."

"Roger," she smiled, reaching a hand up to stroke his hair. Roger could feel the heat radiating off her body. Her eyes were hazy with the fever but her smile was still genuine and beautiful, one that melted his heart and made him fall in love with her all over again. He nuzzled into her face, pulling her as close to him as he could, inhaling her familiar vanilla-cinnamon-y scent.

"You feeling better little girl?" he whispered as she cuddled under his chin, savoring the feeling of his body against hers.

"Lil bit," she murmured into his chest. "Joanne's been amazing."

"I know," Roger stated gently. "She's helped a lot with Boo too."

"Aw how is he?" she asked, her voice groggy from sleep. Roger kissed her forehead.

"Misses you." She giggled.

"I'm sure he doesn't even remember me by now."

"You're going to get better," he whispered, stroking her belly gently. "I love you Mimi." He pressed his lips against hers, not caring if he got sick. She was worth it. It would be worth it to ease the pain.

Because in the end…he still loved Mimi.