Author's Note: I want to take this opportunity to thank my partner for all her support through both installments of 'Mommie.' I could not have handled some of these emotions without her!
Mimi was waiting by the table when Roger finally came back from the roof. She smiled. "I know we don't have much, but I wanted dinner to be special, since its Christmas." She moved away from the table so Roger could see it.
He grinned. "Mimi! How did you afford all this?"
"Well, I had a little help." She took Roger's hand. "Don't be mad, but Benny brought it all over. I asked him to do something special for Christmas, in memory of Angel. He brought us dinner."
Roger nodded, his smile still in place, but noticeably tenser. "Its fine, Meems."
Mimi rolled her eyes. "Oh, and before we eat, since we have to wait for Mark…" She handed him a piece of paper. "Call your mother. Mark's mom said it was important. That's the number."
Roger sighed, grabbing the phone. "I hate my mom," he muttered as he dialed. The answering machine greeted him with a bubbly (and obviously fake), "You've reached Charlene Davis. Leave a message." The machine beeped.
Roger remained silent for a moment, until Mimi glared at him. He sighed, muttering, "It's me. Call me back." He hung up. "There, I called her."
Mimi smiled. "You know, you've never told me why you hate your mother."
Roger laughed, scooping Mimi up. "And Christmas is not the time to discuss it." He nuzzled her neck. "You know, while we're waiting, we could…"
The door slid open, masking Mimi's playful moan. Mark stood in the doorway, barely surprising a laugh. "I'd say get a room, but from the looks of it, you were probably heading that way."
Roger rolled his eyes. "You pick the worst times to interrupt, you know."
Mark grinned. "I know. Something smells good.
Roger set Mimi down. "Benny brought dinner. In honor of Angel."
Mark nodded. "Oh. Well, Merry Christmas."
Mimi smiled. "Merry Christmas."
Roger nodded. "Merry Christmas, Angel. Let's eat."