A/N: Okay Kudos to everyone who tried to help me think of what to do! This is what I came up with.
Chapter Twelve
Roger stood outside the small shop still debating about whether or not he wanted to go in. Come on Davis. He thought to himself. The worst that can happen is that you want find a ring, right? He continued to stand there and was about go in when he heard his name being called.
"Roger? Hey, Roger!" Oh god.
"Hey Maureen, hi Joanne."
"What are you doing?" Joanne asked eyeing the store he was standing in front of.
"Oh, just uh, hanging out,"
"So you're just hanging out?" Maureen asked as she watched Roger squirm like a five year old.
"Yup"
"Not buying a wedding ring?"
"Nope."
"Oh Roger come on!" Joanne said.
"All right fine, I was going to, but now I'm not."
"Why not?"
"I'm just not okay."
"Roger come on that girl is dying for you to propose to her!" Joanne said hoping that that would be enough to convince him. When he didn't move she turned him around and started to push him into the store."
"Ow!" Roger whined. "Joanne! What are you doing?"
"Pick one out," she almost demanded once she had gotten him all the way into the store.
"What?"
"Come on, you know you want to." Roger rolled his eyes, but began to look around anyway. They were right. He did want to, more than anything. He just wished he wasn't so afraid.
The entire time Roger was looking at rings Mimi never left his mind. The entire time he thought about her unbelievable amount of energy and spirit. He thought about the way she viewed things and how much she had taught him. He thought about the time she had showed up at his door with only a candle. And then of course, he thought about the time she appeared at his window and serenaded him. He had been so cruel, so afraid. He wasn't afraid anymore. He was in love.
After Roger had finally picked out what seemed to him like the perfect ring he went to the counter, paid for it (although he found himself wincing at the cost), and rejoined Maureen and Joanne.
"Can I see it?" Maureen asked clapping her hands excitedly.
"No."
"Please?"
"No!"
"Maureen leave him alone."
"Fine."
The three of them walked to the loft together where they found Angel sitting on the couch. They heard numerous noises coming from Roger and Mimi's bedroom including the occasional thump followed by Mimi swearing profusely.
"What's going on?" Maureen asked Angel.
"Mimi can't fit into any of her clothes."
"Got it."
Roger put the small box containing the ring in his pocket and then sat down with his guitar. The four of them sat in silence listening to the strumming of Roger's guitar. For a second Angel thought Mimi actually found something that fit until she heard her yell,
"Ow! Mother fucker¡Deseo que fuera no tan maldice la grasa¡Yo no puedo quedar en ningún pantalones¡Juro a dios esto es una madre que jode la conspiración!" (Translation: I wish I wasn't so damn fat! I can't fit into any pants! I swear to god this is a mother fucking conspiracy!)
"¿Ahora qué diría su madre si ella oyó que usted hablar quiere eso?" (Now what would your mother say if she heard you talking like that?) Angel said laughing.
"I wouldn't say that in front of my mother in the first place," Mimi retorted apparently not finding Angel's comment amusing.
"Sweetie just let me help you."
"No, I got it!"
"Hun, you've been in that room for over half an hour!"
"Well it stops there cause I'm done now," Mimi said walking out of the bedroom. She had finally settled on a white skirt that ended just above the knee and one of Roger's t-shirts.
"Is that my shirt?" Roger asked pointing at his girlfriend.
"Yeah what are you gonna do about it?" Mimi replied. She was obviously in a shitty mood.
"Come on," Joanne said taking Mimi's hands.
"What? Where?" Mimi asked.
"Shopping." When Mimi didn't respond Joanne continued. "Come on Meems, let's you, me, Angel, and Maureen go shopping. It could be fun. Besides you obviously need maternity clothes." Mimi opened her mouth to protest but Joanne stopped her. "I'll pay." Was all she said before Mimi said,
"Okay!" and then bolted for the door.
The sun was setting and the sky was many beautiful shades of pinks and blues when the four women returned from their spur of the moment shopping spree. Each of them carried at least three bags from various stores. Roger and Mark were sitting on the couch when they entered the loft and Roger just stared wide-eyed at Mimi and the six bags she held in her hands. Mimi looked at Roger uncomfortably and then pointed at Maureen, Joanne, and Angel.
"Blame them," was all she said before walking into the bedroom and setting the bags down on the bed. When she came back out she sat down in the armchair next to the couch and rested her hands on her round belly.
"Meems come here," Roger said standing up.
"Why?" Mimi asked.
"Just come on,"
"Why?" Mimi asked again. She was now a little frightened by how eager Roger seemed.
"Mimi!"
"All right fine," Roger grabbed his girlfriend's hands and helped her up. "So where are we going?" Mimi asked as Roger led her through the sliding door and into the hallway.
"Would you stop asking questions!"
"Ooh is it a surprise," Mimi said excitedly. "I like surprises."
Mimi followed Roger up a few flights of stairs and through a small door that led to the roof. From her they had a wonderful view of the sunset and Mimi smiled as she noticed its colors.
"You know, I don't think I've ever been up here," She said.
"Mimi look at me," Roger said taking her hands in his. She turned her attention to the beautiful musician standing in front of her and he slowly got down on one knee.
"What are you doing?" Mimi asked. She was not expecting this. Roger pulled out the small black box and opened it to reveal the beautiful ring. "Oh my god!" Mimi said putting her hands over her mouth.
"Okay, so I uh, I know that sometimes I can be a huge dick and I know that you get sick of me, but I want to be with you for the rest of our lives, even if we die in a couple of days I want you to know that I love you. So, Mimi Marquez will you please marry me?"
Roger stayed there, on the ground in the same position and waited. He watched tears slide down Mimi's cheeks before she finally said,
"Yes! Of course I'll marry you." Roger slid the ring onto her finger and then stood up, brought his lips to hers, and the couple kissed passionately under the dark, purple sky.
A/N: Okay so that was 5th month. Review and I'll be your best friend!