Note: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad everyone seems excited to see what happens.

Warning: The rating has now been changed to M for language, drug use, and character death.

A few months went by and the Well-Hungarians began playing monthly shows in New York City. The shows were weekends. During the week, Roger worked as lead mechanic at an auto shop. Maureen worked as a receptionist for a local doctor's office. One Friday a month, they'd drive into the city.

Maureen sat up front for each show, grinning each time she heard another woman gushing over how sexy the lead singer was. She felt a territorial pride at the knowledge that Roger was so attractive to other women, but would always go home with her.

As they neared their first anniversary, it became harder for Maureen to go every month into the city. The first show she missed, Maureen had the flu. Roger wanted to cancel but Maureen insisted that she was fine and he should go. The second time, her sister was going through a tough breakup and needed Maureen. Slowly, Maureen accompanying Roger became less of a guarantee and more of a hoped-for surprise. At the same time, the band began booking more gigs so that one weekend a month became two, then three. Now the couple was apart almost every weekend.

Roger didn't tell Maureen about the drugs. He only used backstage. At first, it was just pot. One weekend, though, the drummer brought out a bag of cocaine. Roger walked out, intending to drive home that night. He ran into his brother on the way out.

"Mike? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, grinning.

Mike hugged him. "Figured I'd see you boys play and then come play with you all."

He raised his chin in greeting to the band members over Roger's shoulder. Roger felt a wave of embarrassment that his brother was about to see the drugs.

"Hey, Mikey!"

"Score anything good?" Mike asked, brushing past Roger.

"Coke."

"Nice!"

Roger watched in confusion as his older brother went to the drummer and helped him prepare a line.

"Wait a minute," Roger said. "You do this shit?"

Mike shrugged. "Sure. No big deal. You ever done it?"

Roger shook his head.

"You don't know what you're missing, brother."

"Does Karen know?"

"No and you better keep your mouth shut. Don't say nothin' to Maureen either."

Roger stared, dumbfounded as his brother snorted a quick line. Mike looked to him expectantly. He hesitated and gave a weak smile. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Mike did it so it couldn't be that bad, right? Roger took a deep breath and stepped up to the line Mike had left for him.

"Roger, we need to talk."

It was a month after their first anniversary.

"That can't be good," he teased.

Maureen sat beside him, smiling. "I think it's good."

Roger set down his guitar. "Okay. What's going on?"

She took a deep breath. "I, um…I'm pregnant."

"What?"

"I mean, I know we weren't exactly planning it but—"

"But we're having a baby!" he said with a smile. Roger took her face in his hands and kissed her. "I love you."

"Love you too."

As Maureen neared her sixth month of pregnancy, she hardly ever came with Roger to his gigs. Part of him was glad she stayed home. It meant he could hang out with the guys. And Mike was coming to nearly every show. They'd grown apart as they'd grown up. Roger was glad to be spending time with his big brother again. If that meant he had to get high, then so be it. Roger wasn't addicted. Besides, he was starting to like the feeling.

One morning changed it all. Roger rolled over and found himself lying in bed with a woman who wasn't Maureen. He dressed and went out to his car. As he drove home, Roger cursed himself and debated what exactly he should tell Maureen.

She was a wreck when he got home. That didn't necessarily mean anything. Her natural flair for dramatics combined with the hormones of pregnancy could turn nearly anything into a crisis. Maureen flung her arms around him.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," she cried.

She was sorry? For what?

"What? Why?"

Maureen stepped back. "You're home early…Isn't that because your mom got in touch with you?"

Roger shook his head. "No…Why? What happened?"

"It's Mike. He…he overdosed on cocaine."

"What?"

"Apparently he'd been using a while. Karen had caught him a couple times but thought he stopped."

"Is, um, is he okay?" Roger asked, tears rushing to his eyes.

Maureen's tears fell quietly down her cheeks as she shook her head. "By the time Karen found him, it was too late."

After the funeral, Maureen and Roger returned to the house in silence. She sat on the couch beside Roger.

"Roger?"

"Hmm?"

"You didn't talk to anyone before you came home. Right?"

Roger shook his head.

"Then how come you came home early?"

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I just missed you."

Maureen stiffened. "Karen tried to call you."

"What? When?"

"When she couldn't find Mike... He told her he was going to the city to see you. She called your hotel. They told her you never checked in."

Roger stood up and began pacing, running his hands through his hair. "Maureen, please. Not now, okay?"

"Now Roger. Now. Where were you?"

"Maureen, I didn't mean to…I-I didn't…I was…"

"Roger, just tell me what happened."

He blinked back tears and stopped pacing, his back to her. He turned slowly to face her. "I cheated," he said softly.

Maureen's tears were immediate. She crossed her arms protectively over her belly. Roger stretched a hand out.

"No! Don't touch me. You do not touch me!"

Roger ignored his own tears and dropped to his knees. "Maureen, please…I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't…I was so fucked up. I never—"

"You were fucked up? On what?"

Roger bit his lip and stared at the ground.

"Oh God," she whispered. "You're on coke too…"

Roger couldn't say anything. He felt Maureen's hands on either side of his face. She lifted his face until he was looking her in the eye, both of them still crying.

"It stops now."

"What does?"

"The cocaine and anything else you might be doing."

"I'm not doing anything else," he said. His voice was more defensive than he'd intended.

"If you don't stop, me and the baby are gone."

Roger's face paled. "No, Maureen, no, please—"

"Please nothing! This isn't about us, Roger. I'm not raising our son with a father who's a junkie…"

"I know, and you're right. You're right. I'll stop. I won't touch it ever again. Just please. Please don't leave."

Maureen's tears were still falling as she hugged him. "You can't do this, Roger. You can't do this to yourself or to this baby."