Notes: Thank you guys who stayed on last night and gave me that review. I just want to let you know that is not how Roger will turn out. I mean, I've named one of my little cousins, Dumbass. It's an odd form of love. But here's the next chapter and I hope it recovers the loss of readers. And I'm kinda going for a Pacifer

Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson owns RENT. Yes he does. RENT is what he does.

(Listening to Wedding Singer)-

Roger woke up the next morning the alarm and rolled over, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock. 7:00. He stood up and grabbed his guitar and prepared for the singing. He then kicked the door open and looked around. Silence and darkness.

No one was up yet.

Roger smirked.

Perfect.

Roger cleared his throat.

"Your eyes as we said our goodbyes

Can't get them out of my mind

And I find I can't hide from your eyes

The ones that took me by surprise

The night you came into my life

Where's there's moonlight

I see your eyes."

Roger heard grunted and then saw Angel and Mimi's door open. Angel looked at Roger, who was serenading them. Angel looked at him.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Roger looked at her.

"How'd I let you slip away

When I'm longing so to hold you

Now I'd die for one more day

'Cause I should have told you

Yes there's something I should have told you

When I looked into your eyes

Why does distance make us wise?"

At this point in the song, Thom poked his head out the door and listened to Roger sing his song of love that set him free. That cured his of song-writing block.

You were the song along

And before this song dies

I should tell you, I should tell you

I have always loved you

You can see it in my eyes."

Angel started clapping once she realized it was over. Thom was still confused on what was still happening, but he clapped along. Roger bowed in front of them.

"Thank you, thank you!" Roger exclaimed.

"I love Ricky Martin!" Angel shrieked. Roger felt his face start turning red. Ricky Martin? He was being compared to Ricky Martin.

"Oh, um…that wasn't Ricky Martin," Roger said, rubbing the back of his neck, his moment in glory shattered.

"Oh, who sings that? Mom and daddy have a recording of it and they play it a bunch," Thom replied.

Roger could feel himself blushing. He wasn't used to explaining to people that the voice they just heard was his. He wasn't usually compared to Ricky Martin.

"That was me."

The kids both froze and looked at Roger and Angel smiled. "I liked it!"

"Uh…thanks."

The two kids ran back into their rooms and started getting ready. Roger went into Angel's room and grabbed Mimi. He brought her into the kitchen and pulled out the list that Mark had made him. He looked at it.

Monday

8:15- Thom and Angel have school at P.S. 23. They usually walk to school with their friends who come by at 8

9- If desired-

"Desired?" Roger asked himself. He laughed at Mark's narration silently. At least he didn't sound like a Delta Flight Attendant in his movies.

If desired, drop Mimi off at daycare

-You can do whatever during the day. But if you keep Mimi with you, just eat lunch take a walk.

3- Thom and Angel's school ends. Thom and Angel like to be picked up from school, so just walk down to their school and walk them back home. P.S. 23 is right down the street.

-Do whatever for dinner.

8- Make sure Mimi and Thom are in bed

8 through 9- Angel's bedtime.

Roger grabbed Mimi a bottle and started feeding it to her.

"Wanna spend the day with Uncle Roger?" he asked Mimi. He knew Mimi wouldn't respond, but it was nice just ask. Mimi sucked on the bottle and he grabbed the Captain Crunch out of the pantry and started fixing Thom and Angel's breakfast.

When Thom and Angel came, ready for school, Roger served them their breakfast and his small bowl.

"You know, your dad and I once survived off only this stuff," Roger said after shoving a mouth full of the crunchy cereal in his mouth.

"No way," Angel said.

"It's true. Ask your dad anytime. Ask Uncle Collins, ask anyone. They'll tell you that we did. Captain Crunch and orange juice."

Roger saw Thom shiver. "Bleck, I hate orange juice."

"Really?" Roger asked him. Thom nodded.

"I hate the pulp, and everything. Makes me sick," Thom replied to Roger. Roger smiled and then head knocking at the door. He knew that it was Angel and Thom's friends.

He stood up and walked towards the door, with Mimi in his arms. He opened the door and sure enough there they were. There were two girls about Angel's age who had their hair in pigtails. There was a boy and a girl that were both around Thom's age.

"Hey," Roger said. "They are finishing their breakfast, come on in."

The kids seemed a bit shocked that someone was inviting them in. Roger looked at them, confused. "What's wrong?"

"We never met you. We aren't suppose to go into stranger's apartments," the blond girl said snobbishly, who one of Angel's friends.

"B-but….I….I-"

Roger felt someone come around him and Angel appeared.

"Don't worry. That's just Uncle Roger."

"Oh," they all said. Roger smiled at them.

"Well, come in," he said.

The kids went in and Thom finished his breakfast. "Bye Uncle Roger!" they both said after taking off.

When the door shut Roger sighed and collapsed on the couch. He cuddled Mimi near him and sighed. He looked at the little enfant arms and smiled.

"Just you and me, so what you wanna do?" he asked Mimi.

He was answered by the sound of crying and a wet diaper. He sighed. "Oh God."