A/N: Last chapter!

Chapter Seventeen

Mimi smiled her wide smiled her wide smile as Angel helped her zip up her dress.

"Oh my god!" Joanne exclaimed. "Mimi look at yourself!" Maureen clapped her hands excitedly like a little girl. Mimi was speechless. I guess being admired by three of your best friends and now bridesmaids, on your wedding day does that to people. Mimi thought to herself.

Mimi spun around and looked at herself in the large mirror on the wall. She wore her mother's simple, white, strapless, wedding dress. Once Mimi was done looking herself over Angel took her hand and sat her down in a chair so the three of them could do her make up while Maureen and Joanne fought over which lipstick to use on the Latina.

""Maureen put that down we're in a church not a whore house," Joanne said. Maureen glared at her and set the lipstick down. The three of them began to attack her with lipstick, blush, mascara, and eye shadow, applying the make up perfectly to her already beautiful face. When they were done they each put on their own dresses.

"Wow," Mimi said looking at herself in the mirror again. "I can't believe this is happening."

"Is that a good I can't believe this is happening, or a bad I can't believe this is happening?" Angel asked putting her hand on her friends shoulder.

"Good. I think. Right?" Mimi said as images of all the things that could go wrong on what was supposed to be every girls perfect day flashed through her mind.

"Of course it's good," Angel confirmed. "Why? Are you not sure?"

"I mean," Mimi began. "I am, I know this is good. Or at least I think I do."

"Oh honey you're just nervous," Joanne assured her. Mimi closed her eyes and tried to stay calm when a woman poked her head in.

"Ten minutes," she said.

"Okay, you guys do realize that I'm going to end up tripping and falling right?" Mimi said.

"Well, how about this," Maureen began. "If you fall I'll make sure to fall and cause a chain reaction." Mimi giggled.

"All right man you ready?" Collins asked Roger.

"Almost," Roger said running his hand through his newly washed hair. A nervous habit he'd never been able to break. The three men stood in the small room wearing the suits they had rented. Roger walked around the room nervously while Mark and Collins waited patiently.

"Okay, I'm ready now," Roger said. Collins gave him a pat on the back and the groom and two best men walked out into the church to take their places.

Ten minutes later the wedding began. Angel -the maid of honor- and Joanne and Maureen, - the bridesmaids- made their way down the aisle. Then came Mimi.

Roger stared lovingly at her as she walked gracefully down the aisle. She held a small bouquet of pink roses and her hair hung down moving back and forth across her back.

Mimi got up to the altar and smiled at Roger as he mouthed you look beautiful to her. The priest began the ceremony and Mimi glanced at their three month old daughter who was being held by her mother.

Her name was hope. Hope Catalina Davis. And the couple was right in naming her that because now they really did have hope. They had hope for the future. Hope that they would raise a happy, loving daughter who would live her life like there's no day but today. They had hope that their daughter would not lie in that 1 of children who contracted HIV from their mother. Yes, their daughter truly was their hope.

A/N: Well there you go! I hope you liked it! I want to thank everybody who stuck with it and reviewed thanks so much! All right, I guess I'm making a sequel so look out for that! Love you guys!