A/N: Third month!

Chapter nine

Mama,

I think that by writing this I was hoping that I could make up for everything I've done in the past, everything I've done that hurt you. I know I can't do that but I need to at least explain myself. I need you to know why I left.

You see, the day I left I found out that I had HIV. I knew it was my fault but I was going to tell you, I wanted to tell you. When I got home that day I heard you talking in your room on the phone. I knew that we were running out of money that it was my fault, but it didn't really hit me until I heard you talking to the bank about a loan. And that was when I realized how much damage I had caused so I left. I didn't want to hurt you anymore Mama. I knew we were short on money and I knew that we wouldn't be able to pay for my AZT. I just wanted you to know that I didn't leave because of you so please don't blame yourself.

Love always,

Mimi

It sounded so formal. To Mimi it almost sounded like they had never met before. I guess that's what happens when you don't talk for three years. Mimi thought to herself as she carefully put the letter into the envelope. She quickly wrote Clara Marquez and the address that Joanne had found for her on the envelope. She sat for a minute debating on whether or not she should actually send it. She almost decided not to, but then remembered the reason she went through all the trouble to do this in the first place. Besides, she was starting to show and if her mother responded or if she ever ended up seeing her she wouldn't really be able to hide her pregnancy. Finally, she sealed the envelope and decided that she would mail it on her way to go talk to her boss.

"Can I talk to you?"

"What's up?"

"I just wanted to tell you, I'm quitting. I'll work tonight, but after that I'm done."

"What why?" he asked. The 45 year old man looked very sad and disappointed which was kind of starting to scare Mimi.

"I just, I have other things I need to do."

A week later the seven bohemians sat in the loft. Maureen and Joanne sat next to each other on the floor, Mimi sat next to Angel in the chair, and Roger, Collins, and Mark sat on the couch.

"I want a cookie," Mimi whined. "A chocolate chip cookie, no, M&M, no sugar," Roger just rolled his eyes as he watched as his girlfriend tried to make up her mind. "Peanut butter!" Mimi exclaimed. "Fuck the cookie I just want peanut butter. Do we have peanut butter?" she asked looking at Roger and Mark.

"Probably not," Roger said. Angel giggled as she watched Mimi pout.

"Hey Roger," She started to say, but Roger just shook his head.

"No," he said.

"Aw come on Roger!"

"Meems, I went to the store three times today because you said you wanted something and every time I came back you didn't want it anymore!"

"But I'll really eat it this time."

"Mimi, it's late."

"Fine," she said crossing her arms. She was acting like a three year old but Roger knew he would have to get used to it.

"Six more months," Roger whispered under his breath, but Mimi heard him.

"Excuse me?" Mimi said. Nice going Davis now you made her angry. Roger thought to himself. "Are you carrying a fucking person inside of you? Do you have to squeeze a human being out of your body?" Mimi yelled angrily. She was about to continue, but Roger got lucky when someone knocked on the door.

"I got it," Roger said. He got up before Mimi could protest so she just sat there and glared at him angrily. Angel squeezed Mimi's hand and kissed her forehead. Mimi smiled at her and Angel was happy that her attempts to calm her best friend down worked. "Hey Meems," Roger said turning to face their friends.

"What?" Mimi asked. Roger just nodded towards the door so she stood up and walked over there. Everyone tried to see the persons face especially when they heard Mimi say, "Mama?"

A/N: Please review they're kinda like Adam Pascal, damn sexy.