NOTE: Sorry the update took so long! I've been beyond busy...Story's winding down. Among other things, this chapter covers Mark and Maureen debating about baby names. If anybody sees their name discussed/bashed/vetoed, I apologize and hope you're not offended. It's all in fun, my friends, all in fun.

"Okay, did you two want to know the gender?"

Mark and Maureen nodded.

The doctor raised an eyebrow as she stared at the screen.

"What? Is everything okay?" Mark asked.

"Congratulations."

"What is it?" Maureen asked.

"A boy."

Mark leaned down and hugged Maureen, kissing her. "We're having a boy!"

"And a girl."

They both froze. Mark stared at the doctor. "What?"

"It's a boy. And a girl."

"What are you saying?" Maureen asked.

"Congratulations. You're having twins."

Mark's face paled.

"Mr. Cohen? Mr. Cohen, are you all right?"

"I—yeah, I just, um, I need to sit down a minute."

"Collins, honey, did you finish your guest list?"

Collins handed over a sheet of paper. Angel skimmed over it. She frowned.

"What?" Collins asked.

"Roger's on the list."

"Yeah. He's always been a good friend to…oh, you're worried about him and Mimi being there."

Angel nodded.

"Baby, this day is about you and me. Mimi and Roger love us. They should respect us enough to keep their drama and problems out of our day. And if it'll make you feel better, I'll talk to both of them about it beforehand."

Angel smiled. "Thank you, baby."

Collins leaned over and kissed her. "I love you."

"Love you too."

"So how are you feeling today?" Mark asked.

Maria gave a little shrug. "Okay. Is we gonna go home soon?"

"In a couple days."

Maria let out a dramatic sigh.

"You that bored?"

Maria shook her head. "Just like my room better than this one."

Mark nodded. "I understand."

"Mr. Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Uncle Benny mad at me?"

"What?"

"Is Uncle Benny mad at me?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Because he didn't come to visited me."

"Uncle Benny's not mad at you, honey. I'm sure he'll come see you soon."

Maria nodded. "Okay."

"Do you want Uncle Benny to come visit?"

She hesitated. "Only if he's not mad at me."

Mark smiled and patted her hand. "I'm positive he's not mad at you."

"Does pos'tive mean you're sure?"

"It means I'm very sure."

"Good."

Roger went from the school to the store before returning to the hospital. Mark smiled to see him.

"How is she?" Roger whispered when he saw Maria sleeping.

"Okay. She wants to see Benny."

Roger nodded. "He's coming up later."

"You two make up?"

He nodded again. "And I went to the store."

"You find one?"

Roger nodded and pulled a small velvet box from his coat pocket. He opened it to show Mark the ring.

"Think she'll like it?"

"Think Maureen's gonna make me get her a new one if she ever sees it," he said with a light laugh.

"I take that as a 'yes.'"

"Definitely."

"Good. Now I just have to talk to Maria."

"I'll leave you to that, then. She's been out for a couple hours so she'll probably wake up soon."

Roger nodded. "Thanks for sitting with her."

"No problem."

"Okay, we need to pick names," Maureen said. She already had a notebook in front of her with a list of suggestions.

Mark thought for a minute before answering. "Catherine and Jack."

"Be serious."

"I am! My sister and your brother."

Maureen stuck her tongue out at him. "I know where the names came from but I don't want to name my kids after other people."

"Okay. What were you thinking?"

"For our daughter, I like Hope, Spring, Rain, and Rose."

Mark winced.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just…we're not naming our daughter any of those names."

"What? Why not?"

"Naming a kid Hope is just daring her to be depressed. Spring is a season and an action, not a name."

Maureen rolled her eyes. "Fine. What about Rain or Rose?"

"Rain is depressing. Not to mention again, not a name. Rose is…no."

"No is not a reason."

Mark sighed. "You remember our wedding?"

"Of course."

"You remember Aunt Rose?"

Maureen thought for a minute and scratched the name off the list. "Okay, well what about boy names?"

"What were you thinking?"

"I like Dylan, Jett, Colt, Cole, Michael, Jason, Richard, and Bradley."

Mark shook his head. "Jett and Colt are not names."

Maureen sighed but scratched the names out.

"Cole is…a bit stuffy, don't you think?"

Maureen nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I wasn't too sure on that one."

"Bradley sounds like a soap opera name and Richard, well, the kids at school will all call him Dick."

"How about Jason or Michael?"

"Those are okay…Maybe one of those."

"Well let's hear your ideas," Maureen said.

"For the girl, I was thinking Denise or Deborah or Sarah."

"Ugh! Denise is snobby, Sarah is boring."

"And Deborah?"

"I just don't like that one."

"That's not a reason," he teased.

"It's my mom's middle name."

"No Deborah, then."

"What about boy names?" she asked.

"Evan, Ryan, Scott, Paul, William."

"Ryan and Evan both sound like 'soap opera names,'" she teased.

"Scott?"

She shook her head. "Too…prep-school."

"Paul or William?"

"Maybe…not crazy about either one though."

"What about David?"

"William David," she said slowly. Maureen nodded to herself. "Yeah…yeah, I like that."

"William David Cohen…that our son's name?"

Maureen nodded. "Yeah."

"See? Wasn't so hard. One down, one to go."

"Daisy!"

"Excuse me?"

"Let's name her Daisy."

Mark sighed. "Why do I get a feeling this is going to be a battle?"