A/N: I am so so sorry it took this long for me to update. I don't have a lot of time since school started and this was a hard chapter for me to write. Sorry about the whole annoying LINE thing too for some reason it didn't have them in there when I posted it.

Chapter fifteen

Angel walked into the waiting room where everyone was surprised to see her.

"Angel what?" Collins asked standing up. "Where's Mimi?" Angel sat down in the chair in front of her and held her head in her hands.

"She's here. They're running tests."

"Is she okay? What happened?" Maureen asked.

"I don't know."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Joanne said in a said attempt to bring hope back to the normally joyous drag queen. Even though the lawyer was trying to cheer everyone up she couldn't help but look around the waiting room and see all the worried faces, the crying people, and hope that that wouldn't end up being them.

YES THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A LINE HERE

"Stress."

"What?" Mimi asked the tall, dark man standing at the end of the bed she was laying in. It was hard enough for her to comprehend what he was saying without him coming at her with a one word explanation.

"It was false labor, caused because you're under too much stress. I'm putting you on bed rest.

"Bed rest? For how long?"

"Until the baby's born."

"But I have stuff to do, I, I-"

"We're going have to have you stay here overnight just for observation, but assuming everything goes okay we can let you go tomorrow morning." Mimi sighed and gave in. She nodded and the doctor left the room.

Mimi laid there staring at the four blue walls surrounding her and was unable to stay still. Despite how tired she was all she could think about was Roger. She just laid there chewing gingerly on her bottom lip while she desperately tried to convince herself that she had a right to be mad at him even if he was in the hospital. After a while Angel walked in and took her hand.

"Hey," Mimi said happy to see a familiar face.

"How are you doing?" Angel asked sweetly.

"El fucker me puso en reposo en cama cómo le hago piensa que hago," (The fucker put me on bed rest how do you think I'm doing). When Mimi said that Angel immediately started laughing. "What?" Mimi asked. She was confused, but had also started to laugh.

"You said almost the exact same thing to me when you broke your leg in high school," Angel said still laughing.

"Oh yeah I remember that!" Mimi said excitedly. "And my mom was standing right there."

"Yeah, and she said Maria Isabel Marquez! Yo no quiero oír jamás palabras como que sale de la boca otra vez especialmente acerca de alguien que ayuda usted. ¿Me entiende usted?" (I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again especially when it's about someone who's trying to help you. Do you understand me?

"And I didn't think you talked about that anymore," Mimi and Angel both turned their heads to see who was talking.

"Mama!" Mimi said. "How did you know I was here?"

"Angel called me, and let me tell you I'm glad she did."

"Me too mama, me too."

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"She's asleep," Clara said as she came out into the waiting room.

"Good," Joanne said.

"That girl needed some rest," Collins agreed.

"She's not the only one," Maureen said yawning.

"Let's go home," Joanne said taking Maureen's hand. "Call us if anything happens."

"We will," Collins assured the lawyer.

The four of them watched the two go. They sat there listening to the rhythmic tapping of Angel's fingers on the armrest.

"Did someone tell Roger?" Angel asked. Mark nodded.

"I did. Well at least the slightly shorter version," he said. "Shit. What time is it?"

"Late," Collins responded.

"I gotta go. I have to get up early tomorrow," Mark said standing up.

"We should go too," Collins said to Angel. The drag queen hesitated a little but agreed and stood up.

"Clara are you staying here?" Angel asked the older woman who seemed oblivious to the entire conversation that just went on.

"Yeah, just a little longer." Angel put her hand on the woman's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"She's fine," was all she said before walking out.

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Mimi walked into Roger's room to find him lying in almost the exact same position he was in when she left him before. She stood in the doorway until he saw her there.

"You okay?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Seriously though, you're okay right?"

"Yes. I'm okay, the baby's okay, I'm on bed rest but other than that everything's fine."

"Good."

"Roger, listen, I'm sorry for freaking out like that yesterday, but if this whole you me family things gonna work at least tell me when you're sick."

"I'm sorry I should have told you."

"Yeah, you should have. So how are you?"

"Fine. The doctor says I'll be out soon."

"Don't give me shit Roger Davis."

"I'm not."

"Good." Mimi sat in the chair next to him. He took hold of her hand and kissed it.

"Shouldn't you be like, you know, in bed?" Roger asked remembering what Mimi said about bed rest. Without saying a word the Latina lifted her feet up and put them on the bed.

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Roger remained in the hospital for the next few days while Mimi spent most of her time on the couch in the loft where she was either sleeping or talking to Angel and her mom who came over frequently.

"Mimi just stay here," Angel persuaded.

" No," Mimi said. She grabbed one of her shoes between her toes and raised her leg up so she could put it in her hand.

"Mimi-"

"Angel I promise I'll get right back in bed after we pick him up. Just please, let me go. I miss him." She said fingering the simple engagement ring on her ring finger.

"Okay. Come on." Angel grabbed Mimi's hand and helped her off the couch. The two of them walked out of the loft holding hands.

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"Great," Roger said as he read the white label on the orange container. "Just something else to add to my AZT." Mimi looked at him sympathetically.

"It's only for a little while babe," Latina said.

"Mimi, how are we going to pay for this?"

"We'll figure something out."

'There's no way we can pay for this, your AZT, and mine." The two of them stood there in silence while the women at the counter waited clearly very annoyed. Mimi closed her eyes and then reluctantly pulled her ring off her finger.

"Here," she said trying to hand it to him.

"Mimi, no,"

"Take it, sell it. Use the money to pay for this."

"No, it's your engagement ring you, you have to have it."

"Don't you think I care more about you than a ring? Take it." Roger hesitated, but agreed and took the ring.

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"Meems!" Roger said smiling. He walked into the bedroom where she was lying on the bed reading a book.

"What?" She said noticing he had one hand held behind his back. She shut her book and looked at him suspiciously.

"I spent the past week making this for you," he said. He pulled a silver and gold ring out from behind his back and handed it to her.

A/N: HUGE thanks to my amazing friend Marissa who thought of the ring thing!