Roger's POV.

The two of us just sat there on the couch for a while, as little Joshua blinked and gurgled in my arms. I looked at him and grinned. I wonder if he'd make a good rock star. Maybe tousle his hair a bit, put a piercing in his ear and rip his jeans a bit? Whoa, no way Jose, I thought to myself, chuckling. No way did I want my son growing up to be a loser like I once was. I would see to it that he made something really worthwhile out of his life. I, being lost in my thoughts, didn't notice my husband suddenly looking at me with a wide grin on his face.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" he asked me.

I continued to gaze at our son. "Oh nothing. Just making sure that our little boy doesn't grow up to be a deadbeat loser like I was."

"Don't say that!" exclaimed Mark as he turned his head to face me. "You were not a loser. Sure, you made some wrong choices and suffered the consequences, but you were never a deadbeat or a loser. You were just young and vulnerable and so April took advantage of that. But you're good and clean now, and I know you'll never let anything like that happen to Josh. I know you'll be an excellent role model to him." My eyes fogged up as I listened to him say these things. God, how much I love him.

"Thank you, baby." I whispered as I kissed him. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey," he whispered, kissing me back slowly and gently. Then, he wrinkled his nose.

"Gah! What's that smell?"

"What smell?" I enquired, searching his face. Then suddenly, it dawned on me. "Uh oh. Did little Joshy do something smelly?" I grinned at the little bundle in my arms.

Mark giggled and pulled me to my feet. "C'mon Daddy, let's see you get that diaper changed."

I fake-shuddered. This was the part I was dreading most, but in the end, I guess it's actually all worth it.

Twenty-five minutes later, little Joshy found himself in a clean, new diaper and I found myself covered in baby powder, baby poop and baby lotion. Well, that was one hell of a first run. Mark and I laughed at how I treated his diaper changing like a major brain surgery; I wore white gloves and a face mask so I wouldn't have to touch or smell the unmentionable stuff in his diaper. But hey, at least we both got out of it alive.

"Oh man, you look like you've been rolling around on the floor of a day-care centre," giggled Mark as I stuck my tongue out at him. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up. The whole gang's coming over in the evening."

"Oh yeah, definitely." I said, pulling my shirt off and tossing it in the wash basket. I turned the shower water on, and then faced my husband. "You wanna join me? It's big enough for two…." I asked him and I ran my hands up and down my chest, grinning seductively at him.

Mark's eyes grew as huge as melons, as did the bulge in his pants, but he picked up little Josh in his arms and said, "Sorry honey, I can't leave Joshy here alone. He needs his nap."

I sighed, "Alright fine. But you do know you have to make up for it tonight?" I winked at him.

"Of course I do," he smiled and pecked me quickly on my lips. "Now go get yourself clean." I strode in the bathroom, discarding the rest of my clothes, but not before stealing a quick glance at Mark gently whispering to the baby and rocking him to sleep. I grinned to myself. He's gotta be the best mother the world has ever seen,in my opinion.

Evening came by, and all our friends came by to see the newest addition to our Bohemian family. First was Collins, with - you guessed it – Stoli, then Maureen and Joanne with armloads of baby toys, Mimi with some adorable baby clothes and Benny with a years' supply of baby cleaning goods. I swear, that guy goes so overboard every time he buys stuff for us, but I guess that's his way of making up for all the time that he dumped us for Muf- uh Alison anyhow. I sat on the couch with all of them, drinking and making small talk, when Mark came out of our bedroom and announced:

"Everyone, meet our precious little boy!" as he held little Joshua in his arms, who was now wide awake and giving everyone big, toothless smiles. Collins was the first one to take him in his arms.

"What's his name?" he asked as gently he bounced little Joshy on his knee.

Mark and I took a deep breath and Mark told him, "His name is Joshua Angel Cohen-Davis."

Collins let out a brief sob of joy and held the baby close to his chest. 'Thank you," he whispered under his breath. "Thank you so much."

Next was Maureen, who held him in her arms and cooed at him non-stop. "Helllooo? Who's this handsome little boy? You're so handsome! Yesh you are! You little shtud, you!" Joanne giggled at her wife, while trying to get a hold of him too.

"Leana is just gonna love him!" squealed Maureen. Leana Johnson-Jefferson was the little girl that Joanne gave birth to, after getting sperm from a donor and some DNA from herself and Maureen and then getting IVF. She was 3 and a half months old, with creamy mocha skin from both her moms, and walnut-brown hair. She wasn't able to be here with us because Joanne's parents wanted to spend some time with her. I chuckled to myself, knowing that 'spending time' with grandparents really meant 'getting spoilt rotten.'

"Honeybear, relax! I'm sure she will," said Joanne as she cooed to little Joshy. Then came Mimi, who spoke baby-talk to him while modelling all her various outfits on him, and Benny, who looked at our son with a slightly scared expression on his face. Probably coz Alison's been wanting one from him. I giggled. No way could I picture Benny as a father.

Collins grinned widely. "Hey Benny, you better beware, coz this little guy here is the new generation of Avenue A Bohemians." Everyone giggled at Benny's face, which still looked scared. I could almost see the images in his head of another Bohemian pushing the tables together at the Life café and dancing on them, dropping his pants and mooing at him, or not paying the rent for years on end. No doubt Maureen would be teaching him all the naughty stuff. I smiled and wrapped an arm around my Marky's shoulders, kissing his cheek. Yep, this little guy was gonna succeed us as the next generation of Bohemian youth.