Chapter 4
It had been a week since Maureen found out she was pregnant. She told no one except for Mimi, but everyone knew something was wrong. Maureen was never quiet, ever, but she had been oddly quiet. Roger began to catch on. Deep down he knew there was something wrong with the diva. He decided he should bring it up to Mimi.
"Hey Meems? What's up with Maureen??" Roger asked casually, in the middle of a conversation he and Mimi were having.
"It's nothing babe." Mimi said nervously.
"Oh right, PMS." Roger grunted.
"It's so much more than that, Roger so much more." Mimi said angrily.
"Then, what is it?" Roger said softly.
"I'll tell you, but you can't say one god damn word about it to anyone!" Mimi whispered.
"Fine."
"Maureen is pregnant."
"Fuck."
"Yeah, fuck."
"Is it Mark's?"
"Duh!"
"Well you never know, with Maureen."
Mimi smacked Roger upside the head, with a magazine.
"That's not nice!" She snapped.
Just then Maureen moped into the kitchen, opened the refridgerator, grabbed a diet coke, and sat down on the couch beside Roger.
"Hey." Roger said trying to make conversation.
"Hey." Maureen said back. "Roger there's something, I need to tell you, because I need to know how to tell Mark."
"Do tell." Roger said obviously interested.
"Well Mimi already knows, but I'm. I'm. I'm pregnant." Maureen stuttered.
"Tell Mark." Roger simply said.
"I know I have to, but I can't." Maureen said quietly.
"Maureen, chica. You know you have to, otherwise in nine months when you go into labor, he might get confused." Mimi said, with her voice full of compassion.
"Meems is right Mo, you gotta tell now." Roger added.
"Fine, I will tell him tonight." Maureen said quietly, as she walked out of the room.
After dinner the boheimians sat in the living room of the loft. Maureen began to think. Now I'll do it now. It's now or never. Ehh how bout never?? No! Now, I have to do it now!
"Mark I need to talk to you in private." Maureen said
"Okay." Mark said as they got up and walked into their bedroom.
"What is it Mo?" Mark asked.
"Mark, I'm pregnant." Maureen said quietly.
The film maker's jaw dropped. He looked at Maureen with wide eyes.
"Mine?" Mark stuttered.
"Yeah yours."
"Wow. This is great. I mean this sucks. I mean what are we going to do to?"
"I don't know."
"We should get married. We have to get married."
"I guess we don't have a choice."
"Do you even wanna marry me?"
"Eventually I did, but not right away. But now we have to. I mean with me getting pregnant."
"Okay, well Maureen Johnson will you marry me?"
"Yes. I will."
Four months later, in a small church in Scarsdale, Maureen Johnson, became Mrs. Maureen Cohen. Roger was Mark's best man. Mimi was Maureen's maid of honor. Mark and Maureen still lived at the loft, with Roger and Mimi, but they were saving money to move out, and planned to move out a few months after the baby was born. Mrs. Cohen insisted upon Mark working full time, and she often came to the loft to take care of Maureen. And on December 24, 1991, Lily Rose Cohen was born. She looked exactly like Mark, with her strawberry blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Her godparents, Roger and Mimi, and Roger and Mimi were the people who took care of her for the first six months of her life, until Mark, Maureen, and Lily moved out into a 4 bedroom house in Scarsdale.