Maureen and Collins entered the loft, the three kids on the couch and Mark exiting Roger and Mimi's bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Collins looked from Mark to Maureen who shrugged, they we're parents, they had to be here even though it was their "day" off as the friends volunteered to babysit the three once a month so they could get a little break, they bohos loved the kids but damn they were a handful. Maureen ran over to the kids, frantically checking to see if they were alright.
Mark shook his head as him and Collins went over, "Mo, they're fine."
"Then why'd you call us?" Maureen glared at him.
Mark took in a deep breath, "They broke Roger's guitar…"
Collins covered his face, trying not to laugh, Roger would be pissed and surely none of them had the money to replace it," Collins glared at the children, "Who broke it?"
They all pointed fingers at a different child, Collins nodding, knowing that's what would happen when he asked, he looked at Maureen, giving her a look to tell her to discipline them since they never took him seriously.
Maureen sighed, crossing her arms and looking at the children, "Fine, if it was all of you you're all without TV and toys for two months."
All three kids looked hurt and disappointed, "Two months!"
Maureen nodded, confirming what she had said, "Unless you guys tell us the truth on who did it, then the other two are fine and the one that did it…I'll let you off easy."
All the kids looked at her in a curious manner; Jay questioned what the three were wondering, "Easy?"
"You can keep all your toys and I'll only take TV away for a week."
Jay raised his hand, Maureen and Collins looked at one another then back to him, "Why'd you break it, Jay?" His father questioned him.
He shrugged, looking down disappointedly, "It was an accident, uncle Roger's been teaching me guitar and I wanted to practice but it sort of slipped out of my hands when I was picking it up."
Maureen felt bad and sat with the children, placing Marley in her lap and moving the other two so they sat on either side of her, all of them looking upset, she comforted them as Collins glared at her, "Mo, they broke Roger's guitar, they're in trouble."
Maureen rolled her eyes, "It's just a guitar, it's not my fault Roger loves that fucking thing more than he loves Mimi. I'll get it replaced, okay? Even if I have to go out and get an actual job,"
The kids looked at her, all dumbfounded, "Mommy…you said a bad word…" Marley murmured, cuddling into the crook of her neck as Maureen rocked her lightly side to side.
"I know, baby, I'm sorry, I'll try to watch what I say."
Mark pulled Collins to the room, showing him the guitar, Collins shook his head, "This thing is smashed…"
Mark nodded, "When'd Mo get so…loving?"
Collins looked up from the guitar with a smile, knowing exactly what he meant, even after the children were born Maureen was still very vain, but they were her kids and Collins knew she'd do anything for them no matter what but then again in the parenting roles she was always the mean cop while Collins was the nice cop.
Collins shook his head, knowing exactly what her deal was when she gets all cuddly and nice with the children after they've done something bad, "PMS."
Mark's eye widened, wondering why he even asked in the first place, "Okay then…Meems and Roger should be home soon so.."
"Be thinking of how to break it to Roger?"
Mark nodded, as they went back to the living room, Mo and the triplets still in place from when they had left, right as they were about to sit down the loft door slid open making them all jump and get on edge.
"Yeah, I know, the cops are assholes today!" Roger said to Mimi as they entered, he started to head straight for the bedroom but Collins ran over and jumped in front of the door.
Roger stopped and looked around Mimi gaining their attention as well as she stooped, hopping up on the counter, knowing the kids had done something, they never came and picked up the kids this early on their day off. Roger tensed up, knowing as well as Mimi did, pushing Collins out of the way and going in the room, as soon as the door opened Roger fell to his knees. Mimi sat there in confusion trying to see through the doorway.
"Roger, man, I promise we'll buy you a new one." Collins said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Mimi's eye widened as she heard what Collins said, realizing then what had happened, "…Oh shit…"
Roger stood up, grabbing is jacket off of the table, Mimi watched him, "Rog, what are you doing?"
Roger tossed his jacket on, ignoring Mimi completely and turning to Collins, "We're not babysitting your demonic kids again, you all better be out of this loft by the time I get back,"
Roger walked out the door, sliding it back shut as he exited, it was hard and loud, they were shocked it didn't fly off. Collins looked at the kids, displeased with them, "Get your stuff together."
Mimi looked pained at Collins, then the kids, "Collins, he's angry, don't take it the wrong way. I'm still babysitting them no matter what he says; I'll just come to the house and do so while you guys go out."
Collins nodded and smiled at the dancer, "Thanks, Meems."
Mimi knew how hard Collins was going to take this, his kids were his world and Roger was one of his best friends.