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Italics are flashbacks or thoughts.
Chapter Thirty-Two
With Sunday
She felt a twinge in her stomach as she walked into a nearby drugstore. It had been 3 months since she lost her virginity to her so called love of her life, and 3 months since she'd had her last period. She wasn't nervous or upset, but instead she felt a calm she never expected. There was no one to stop her, no one to hold her back. Certain that her uncle would make up some wonderful story about her to her parents, Sunday walked over to the aisle picking up a pregnancy test. They had never used condoms. There wasn't a reason for them, they were going to be together forever right? Wrong. Dead wrong.
The young woman sighed complacently as she walked up to the counter, pushing the box toward the cashier who gave her a look of judgment as she rung her up. "12.40."
Sunday fumbled through her purse a bit before finding the $20 bill, handing it to her. "Keep the change and go buy a new attitude."
Racing up the stairs to her brand new apartment, Sunday threw everything on the floor as she opened the package. She carefully but hurriedly did the test, turning on the kettle for some tea in the process. As the water was on its way to a boil, the young woman picked up the stick bringing it closer to her face so she could believe what she saw.
Pregnant.
Placing the stick back into its package and into the garbage, Sunday sat at her brand new stupidly expensive kitchen table smiling. Smiling because she had another reason to live, but ultimately smiling because she could finally choose what to do with herself. Flipping through the newspaper, the young woman decided that it would probably be a good time to call the bastard to let him know that his new girlfriend wouldn't be the only one carrying his child.
"Hello?"
"Sam, its Sunday."
"Sunday we've been through this, I've moved on and-"
"Before you get into all of that, I have something I think you should know although I don't expect you to care at all."
"What is it?" A mumbled voice could be heard in the background. "Can you make this quick? I've got things to do."
"I'll be as quick as you were when we slept together. I'm pregnant and don't worry, we don't need you." Before he could even answer back, Sunday had quickly hung up the phone. Walking over to a nearby window, Sunday watched the steam from her tea a while thinking of what was inside of her, growing. She wondered what it would look like, and if it would favor her. She couldn't help but smile, her life would never be the same again sure, but she knew that it would be all worth it once her little one entered the world.
With Roger and Mimi
Roger woke up a little sore, but it was in all the right places so he didn't mind much. Mimi was fast asleep on his chest, her body glistening with sweat. She looked breathtaking as her small back rose and fell with each breath. He took his hands, running them slightly through her thick brown hair falling in love all over again with its texture. Slowly she began to stir, and when her eyes met his, there was a peace, a content that they felt for one another. Both sensations were new to both lovers, but at that moment it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
"Did I wake you?" Roger asked as Mimi scooted up to lay her head in the crook of his neck.
"No." She muttered as she caressed his chest, feeling the sweat that had gathered there. "Roger?"
"Hmm?"
The dancer lifted herself up from her place, taking the sheet and pulling it around her. "I want to let you know something right now."
The rocker looked up to his girlfriend, finding a seriousness in her eye so he sat himself up, covering himself with the sheet as well. "What's the matter?"
"I want to do something." Taking his left hand and raising it so that their hands connected, Mimi looked intensely at her lover. "Roger I want to pledge my life to you."
A chill ran down his spine as she finished her sentence, her words dripped with adoration. "Go on." He muttered as he watched her closely.
"Roger, te quiero y yo prometo mi vida a usted." Mimi sat herself on her knees, as Roger traced his hands along her arms and shoulders. "Yo los doy de mí en este momento Roger."
Tears began to fall from her eyes as she continued on. "Quiero que usted sepa que ningún asunto lo que sucede, usted siempre tendrá una parte de mí tener dentro de usted para siempre."
Roger began to kiss her on her neck lovingly as she translated what she said to him after each pledge. "Yo le doy mí Roger. Yo le doy mi vida. Yo le doy mi amor. Yo le doy todo yo soy y todo que llegaré a ser."
As she continued to speak to her lover, Roger took the sheet off of her bearing her body to him. Opening herself to him, she welcomed him as he kissed her neck passionately, making love to her slowly. "Te quiero Roger. Te quiero. Te quiero. Te quiero..."
With Maureen, Joanne and Miss Abram
Maureen didn't quite understand why Joanne was so adamant about the show; her excitement kind of pissed her off a bit. Miss Abram chatted away about costumes while Joanne paced back and forth, a list of the children's phone numbers in her hand. "Okay, I'm going to call the parents. Honeybear, I need you to find out about a new performance space-"
"No!" Maureen stood up from her seat as she looked at both Miss Abram and Joanne who were taken aback with her sudden outburst. "What the fuck is your problem Joanne? What about Angel? Collins is in the fucking hospital and all you can think of is whether the cow will have a cowbell?"
Joanne came back to earth a little on that comment. Maureen was right. Collins and Angel's problems hadn't even reached her mind lately she was so upset about the show. "Maureen, I just-"
"You thought that maybe if you throw yourself into work that you wouldn't have to deal with anyone else's problems but yours." Maureen grabbed her purse angrily. "No, I totally get it."
Joanne ran after Maureen stopping in front of her. "Please Maureen, don't walk out on me."
"I'm not walking out on you Joanne; I just thought…I thought that you'd be more caring than this. Angel and Collins are good to us, they're our friends."
The lawyer watched Maureen as she tried to shake her tears off of her face. "Honeybear I'm so sorry."
"It's cool. I'm fine. But I'm scared Joanne. Am I the only one that is afraid of what might happen to them? I just feel like I'm the only one that really cares…"
Joanne pulled Maureen toward her as she cried into her shoulder. "Shhh sweetie, don't cry. I'm sorry love; I just don't know how to handle it I guess. I'm so sorry for making you upset."
"We're their friends Joanne; we have to be there for them."
Rubbing her face tiredly, the lawyer smiled at Miss Abram before she spoke to Maureen. "Why don't you get home and I'll be there in a few?"
"Promise?" Maureen pouted playfully.
"I promise."
With Angel
Visiting the Hume's brought back a lot of memories, and the drag queen was grateful for the couple who always lent a helping hand to their neighbors. Angel found herself walking toward the subway station lost in her thoughts. She walked into the car, sitting herself near the door and nervously rubbed her drumsticks through her fingers. A small child watched her as she crossed her legs, lost in her thoughts. Feeling someone staring at her, Angel glanced up to the little girl who still hadn't stopped staring at her. The street drummer looked back at herself, she really wasn't in anything that would cause the little girl stare, but she figured she couldn't hide who she really was even in jeans and sweatshirt. Angel waved to the little girl who smiled at her and waved at her. The mother of little girl tapped her hand down as she continued to wave at Angel. "Don't wave at people you don't know mi hija."
Her stop was coming up and Angel picked up her things starting to walk out but she before she did she turned to the little winking at her before stepping off the car. The little girl ran after her holding Angel by the waist in a tight embrace, Angel was caught off guard by it but gave her a hug back. The child's mother ran to her daughter pulling her off of Angel. "Ana! Don't do that!"
"It's okay sweetie. I don't mind." Angel said as she waved to the little girl who waved frantically to her.
"¡Mamá! ¡Ese hombre tiene alas!" The little girl shouted to her mother as Angel walked up the stairs that led to the sidewalk.
"What do you mean he has wings? I swear you need to stop watching all of that junk on television."
"¡Yo les puedo ver mamá! ¡El tiene alas grandes! ¡Haga no usted los ve!"
Angel looked both ways, trying to find the street she needed to get to the hospital. Her man was calling to her and she could hear his every word in her heart. She started her way to the hospital which was a few blocks down from where she stood. A sickening feeling came upon Angel causing her to hold her stomach slightly. How was Collins? No one had told her anything, especially Mimi. She wasn't sure how she would be viewed by the group after this but she had faith her man wouldn't loose faith in her. Longing to be in his arm and to feel his skin against her, Angel quickened her pace, the hospital coming closer and closer into view…
It was seconds after their first kiss on the street of the marketplace and the two were inches apart still, laughing a content kind of laugh. "I love you." Angel muttered to him as she closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the cold New York air not believing what she was experiencing.
Collins eyed her sweetly as he held her face in his hands again bringing it to his own. The two's lips parted only for a moment for Collins to speak to Angel who never expected him to answer her back, even if she yearned for it. The professor was so unsure of love, so unsure of the power of the love that he knew he had for Angel. He just didn't know if he could be everything that she wanted, everything that she needed. "Angel, I'll never be everything you deserve."
Angel's expression changed dramatically at his tone, he was almost on the verge of tears. "You are everything. I love you Tom. Don't deny me your love, I can't take it." Collins embraced her closely as she continued to speak into his ear, her words sending electricity up and down his spine. "Love me. Be my lover."
Letting loose every fear, every doubt and every ounce of fence that he had put up around himself. He muttered to her kissing her cheek. "I love you Angel. I'll always love you Angel."
She had finally reached the hospital, having Collins' room number in her pocket. Stepping out of the elevator she found Collins' room, and breathed in harshly from her nervousness. Slowly, she tapped on the door and hearing someone walk to the door opening it.
"Angel!" Mark exclaimed as he brought the street drummer into a tight embrace.
"Hi Markie." She said as hugged him back, smiling. "I've missed you."
The film maker looked at Angel, a smile never coming off of his face. "He's been waiting for you."
Angel looked over to her lover covering her hand with her mouth. She practically killed him. Tubes were everywhere and he was bandaged heavily around his stomach. "Oh my God, look at what I've done." As she tried to walk away she heard a voice calling to her.
"Angel. Don't leave."
"Tom."
Author's Notes: Yes! They've seen one another! The world is a wonderful place yet again! The next chapter will be mostly on Angel and Collins seeing each other after all of this crap. Now go on and push that review button darlin'!
Translations:
"Roger, te quiero y yo prometo mi vida a usted." ("Roger, I love you and I pledge my life to you.")
"Yo los doy de mí en este momento Roger." (I give you all of me right now Roger.")
"Quiero que usted sepa que ningún asunto lo que sucede, usted siempre tendrá una parte de mí tener dentro de usted para siempre." ("I want you to know that no matter what happens, you will always have a part of me to hold inside of you forever.")
"Yo le doy mí Roger. Yo le doy mi vida. Yo le doy mi amor. Yo le doy todo yo soy y todo que llegaré a ser." ("I give you me Roger. I give you my life. I give you my love. I give you everything I am and everything I will become.")
"Te quiero Roger. Te quiero. Te quiero. Te quiero..." ("I love you Roger. I love you. I love you. I love you...")
"¡Mamá! ¡Ese hombre tiene alas!" ("Mama! That man has wings!")
"¡Yo les puedo ver mamá! ¡El tiene alas grandes! ¡Haga no usted los ve!" ("I can see them mama! He has big wings! Don't you see them!")