Chapter 2 (Roger)
Roger Davis' daughter came into the world on March 28, 1992. The Love of his life Maria "Mimi" Rosario Marquez left the world on
the same night. And he wasn't even there to say goodbye. By the time he had arrived at the hospital it had been too late. All he found
there were two of his grief stricken friends, his brand new daughter and a letter from Mimi.
"Dear Roger, it read
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. For leaving and never coming back. And for adding to your list of dead girlfriends.
This is your daughter. Her name is April Maria Marquez-Davis. I wanted you to have a second chance to save April and me too. I
know it's not the same but go with it okay? I gave it my best shot. Take care of her Roger. And let our friends take care of you.
Love Always,
Maria
"Maria?" Roger asked numbly when he'd finished reading.
"That's her real name" Mark informed him. "Roger I'm so sorry. I know you loved her, but you have to remember that now she's
happy and in no more pain. And now you have a child."
"Yeah" Roger agreed bitterly. "A child named after both of my dead girlfriends. Hooray for me. Why didn't anyone call me before? I
could've been here. I could've saved her." he sunk down onto Mimi's empty bed crying angry bitter tears.
"How?" Maureen asked him softly
"What?" Roger asked looking up at her.
"How could you have saved her? She was ready to die. She wasn't strong enough to handle loosing you so many times. But she hung
on. Mimi used every last ounce of her strength to give you one last gift, one last token of her love for you." was Maureen's reply.
For the first time Roger looked at his daughter lying in a crib by the bed. No one could deny she was his. April had Roger's blond curls
and cute pink mouth. But when she opened her eyes he sucked in a breath. She had Mimi's eyes, the eyes he wrote in the last song her
ever wrote.
Suddenly all his anger and sadness left him. He looked at the tiny person he'd helped create and loved her completely.
"Hey Mark, ReRe, do you think you could help me? I'd love to raise this little girl."
"Oh Roger" Maureen said happily "of course we'll help you. Not that we know that much about babies, but we'll try."
"Thanks" Roger said. Then Mark jumped up.
"We've got to call the others." he said
"Yeah" Roger agreed, "you do that." He was too distracted to really pay attention. Because lying in his arms was his second chance.