A/N: I honestly hate this chapter. I wanted it to be longer, but I didn't know how to add on anything. I really just wanted to write the beginning of it, you know, the italics; which are like a flashback to Maureen, as Mark explained what went down. Review, please? Tell me if you like this chapter, or if I should delete itttt. Thanks!
Staring at herself in the mirror, Maureen managed to smile and she scrunched up her hair, accentuating her curls. "Tonight is definitely the night. And if he doesn't think it's the night, I'm going to make it the night, whether he likes it or not," she promised herself. A smile crept across her lips as the door bell rang. She waited a couple seconds to get the door, not wanting to seem too eager about tonight. When she counted up to twenty-five, Maureen walked over to the door and opened it up. "Pookie!" She paused and scrunched up her nose.
Mark tilted his head, chuckling. "Pookie? That's cute."
Maureen giggled and jumped into his arms. "Haaaappy Anniversary," she whispered into his ear, before kissing his neck gently. She really hoped he got her little gesture right then. She didn't want to bluntly tell him that she wanted in his pants. That's just not how it went.
"Happy Anniversary," Mark whispered, getting chills down his spine from that one kiss. He knew what Maureen wanted. She's wanted it for the past three years, but Mark has been too afraid to give it to her. Mostly because he didn't want to hurt her; because little did people know, Mark was stacked. Another reason he didn't want to, was because if his mom found out, he'd be dead. She's all about waiting until marriage. But, he knew Maureen wasn't. So, he was conflicted. "So, are you ready to go out?"
Maureen pulled back a little, keeping her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes, making sure the way she blinked said, 'Tonight's the night, Mark. I don't care if you say no. I'll make it kinky and tie you down.' "Yep!" she squealed before pulling away and fixing her shirt, showing more cleavage; another hint to what she wanted tonight. "So, where are we going?"
Three hours later, Mark seemed to not notice anything that Maureen was doing. She would rub his thigh underneath the table, give him random, passionate kisses, but he didn't seem to understand what she was aiming for. But, now, Maureen and Mark were at his house, alone. Maureen was planning on getting it NOW. "Hey, Mark," she said and cuddled up closer as his eyes continued to be glued to the screen. "I was thinking…"
"CALL THE PRESS! MAUREEN JOHNSON WAS THINKING!" Mark teased and kissed the top of her head. "But, what were you thinking, baby?"
Maureen took the remote and shut it off, feeling Mark tense up a bit. "I think that we're ready," she told him and moved over, so she was straddling his lap. "I mean, it's been three years!"
Mark swallowed hard. He knew this was going to happen tonight. "Maureen…"
"Before you lecture and say, 'I don't have anything', I'm on birth control." LIE. "So, it'll be fine. Please, Mark? It's been three years. I'm the only virgin in my classsss!" She pouted, and slowly began to kiss around his neck and jawline. She was going make sure he couldn't say no. "Please? I know I'm ready," she whispered into his ear, before nibbling on the lobe. "I'll make it worth your whileeee."
After two more kisses, Mark gave in. He leaned up and kissed her before saying, "If you don't feel comfortable while we do it, then tell me, please?" he requested, seeing her eyes light up with excitement. I swear, this is like Christmas to her, Mark thought.
Ten minutes later, it was happening; but, not really yet. Mark was still really worried about hurting her, or making a bad decision. "Maureen, you sure you want to do this?" he asked taking her hand and squeezing it.
Maureen groaned. "Mark, if I wasn't sure, you
wouldn't be half way in me now," she pointed out. And before she
knew it, the games began. It was more than she expected; especially
because it was someone who she cared about a lot. Little did she
know, this one sexcapade, would make her into the biggest sexaholic
anyone would ever know.
After about twenty minutes, Maureen and Mark laid down next to each other, both breathless. Maureen had this hazy smile on her face and Mark's eyes were slightly wide. "I can't believe I waited three years for that," he said, hearing Maureen giggle before leaning over and giving her a kiss.
Maureen pulled from the kiss, looking Mark into the eye. "Again?" she asked, smirking.
"Yes, please."
Joanne rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I really don't know why I have to know about THAT part," she groaned, glaring at Mark. "I mean, seriously, what does that part have to do with the baby?"
Maureen had about enough of Joanne never taking the time to listen. "Well, Joanne, that's where babies come from, if you didn't know!" she shot back at her and rolled her eyes. "Okay, but…. He told you that so you'd know that I lied, and it was my own fault that I got fucking pregnant. Okay?"
Mimi tilted her head, smirking. "You two would make some cute babies…" She looked over at Joanne, and saw the annoyed glare she was getting, and coughed over what she just said. "But, anyway… so, what happened?!"
Mark sighed. "Me and Maureen decided that Maureen will have the baby and then we'll give it up, make sure it found a nice home, yadda yadda yadda." He looked over at Maureen. "We thought it would be easy, which it wasn't. Like, over those nine months, even if the baby wasn't technically there, we bonded with it. Like, I don't know how to explain it, but it happened, and it made it even more harder to go to the adoption place."
Maureen nodded. "Yeah…" she paused and looked around. "Okay, why the fuck are we talking about this? I promised Tina we'd help. So, c'mon douchebags and lets go find the child!" She stood up and put her shoes on, before turning on her heel, and seeing no one come to the door. "Oh, my GOD, there's a fourteen year old girl roaming the damn streets of New York, and you guys…" she trailed off, seeing Joanne get up first, then Mark and then everyone at the same time. "Thank you," she mumbled before leaving the building, and starting to look.
Even if Maureen had this tough exterior, a hardcore attitude towards this whole thing, she was nervous. She was nervous as all hell. There was something inside of her saying that she wasn't apart of Alexandra's life, anymore. She shouldn't be helping. She knew it was going to be hard, if she did find her, to see Alex all over again. It was going to be really hard. But, that didn't matter right now. Maureen mentally kicked out all the bad thoughts, and immediately put on her game face. "Now, if I was a fourteen year old girl, who was just told she was adopted, where would I go?" she mumbled to herself, hearing the hard step of Doc Martens behind her, and the sound of boots following. Joanne and Mark. And when she heard a baby crying in the distance, Maureen instantly knew where to look. "Do you think she went to the adoption center?" she asked, turning around.
Mark instantly lit up, and nodded. "I think that's where she might be, ya know, to find out who her real parents are!" He looked at Joanne, who still had an annoyed look on her face, but who doesn't when they're dating Maureen?
"Oh, my God. I think that's where she might be." Maureen stood on her tippy toes, and looked over at Collins, Mimi and Roger, just walking down the street, trying to catch up. "Hey, guys! We're going to the Adoption Center in Scarsdale!" They all lit up too. Maybe this was going to be easier than they thought…