Um, yeah here's chapter three. Sorry if I don't update this one as often. Most of my attention is on All I Want Is You.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not really, just the plot.

Mark was surrounded by his friends, two of whom were beaming with happiness, when the doctor came in, his face solemn.

"Mr. Cohen?" Mark turned around to see the sad look on the doctor's face.

"Th-that's me," he stuttered, nervously.

"Mr. Cohen, your wife suffered an aortic aneurism while she was giving birth. If we operate on her now we can save her, but we need your consent."

"Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?" Ellie asked, tugging on the corner of Mark's plaid coat.

"Um, come on, kids. Let's go over there and let Marky talk to the doctor. Tony, who painted your nails?" Angel exclaimed leading the children over the corner.

"Do whatever it takes to save her. Please," Mark pleaded to the doctor. He nodded and exited. Mark walked over to his friends who were waiting urgently for news.

"Carmen had an aortic aneurysm, but they're going to do surgery and try and save her."

Maureen jumped up and hugged the filmmaker.

"She'll be okay. Jo, can Mark stay with us?" Maureen asked.

"I don't want to be a burden. Plus I want to be here when she comes out," he mumbled into Maureen's shoulder.

"Then we'll stay here with you," Angel stated. Mark started to say something but Collins cut him off.

"On intervals. Angel and I will stay here first."

"Maureen and I will go after them," Joann said.

"And that means Roger and I will watch all the kids," Mimi volunteered. Roger's eyes widened but his mouth stayed shut. Collins snickered at the look on his face. Mimi got up and went to talk to the mini-bohos.

"Ellie, Maddie, and Tony, you're staying with Me, Uncle Roger, Kurt, Ali, and Izzie tonight, okay?"

They cheered at the news of a sleepover. They got ready and left with Mimi, Roger, Maureen, and Joann.

After a few hours of waiting and worrying, Carmen was back in her room and Collins was asleep, Mark was sitting in an uncomfortable brown leather chair and Angel was watching him closely.

"Mark, are you okay? You know the doctors said she'd be fine," she finally said.

"I know. I just can't stop from worrying. I don't know what I'd do without her," Mark said.

Angel walked over and kneeled by Mark's chair, rubbing his arm soothingly.

"You'd end up like Roger!" they shared a small laugh and Angel continued. "But, seriously, she's going to be fine. You have to not worry about tomorrow. If I did, I'd have a breakdown every second worrying about Collins or Maddie and Tony. Like, what would they do without me or if Collins died, what would we do? I can't even think about it. But she wouldn't want you worrying about her this much. You should try talking to her. They say unconscious people can hear things. Just think of happier times, like last Christmas or your guys' honeymoon. I'm taking Collins into the other room so you can talk to her. Just remember, no day but today," she finished her little speech, and walked over to wake Collins up and pull him out the door.

Mark walked over to the chair by his wife's bed and took her hand.

"Carmen, if you can hear me, please don't go. I love you and I have no clue what I'd do without you. We have a newborn son. I hope you don't mind but I named him Thomas Roger. You can name the godparents if that will even it out," he was smiling, but the nonstop tears were still streaming. "He's so beautiful. Thank God, he has your skin tone! But he's got my hair and eyes, your nose and lips. Ellie's worried and wants to know what's going on, but Mimi and Roger have her and the rest of the kids. Can you imagine Roger and six children?" He started laughing at the images in his mind. "He's a great father, though. Collins, too. Carmen, honey, if you can hear me, please, please give me a sign," he pleaded.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled. "Hi Marky."

(Meanwhile)

"Mimi! Can you please help me?" Roger cried. Mimi was in the other room taking care of Sophie when she heard him. She walked out and saw all the children hugging Roger's legs.

She couldn't help pointing and laughing, and Sophie joined in the laughter.

"Daddy looks funny, doesn't he, Izzie?" she cooed. Her daughter clapped in response.

"Thanks for encouraging her Mimi, now can you help me?"

After an hour, all the kids were asleep in their sleeping bags, Sophie was in her crib, and Roger and Mimi were collapsed on their bed.

Okay. Done. With the chapter, not the story. Don't worry, Carmen is okay. Review pretty please!