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Notes: Uh... So yeah, running a bit late on the update, but that's only cuz I have no internet access... AGAIN! In the middle of a crappy move once again, and internet access is hard to come by. Therefore, I go to the Jess' house and borrow her comp... moohahaha. So here's chapter 6. Please enjoy!

As always, this is dedicated to my favourite girl, Lael. Love you, girl!

Chapter 6 - Family Moments

Maureen's now in her second trimester. This is getting harder. How did we ever let ourselves get into this? "June sixteenth, ten twenty-four am. Maureen, wave to the camera. This is your mom…"

"Mark, get that camera out of my face, now!"

I panned right to Roger, sitting on the table, playing his guitar. It seemed like it'd been forever since he'd played that guitar. He was always working. Ever since that episode, he'd been doing much better, thankfully, so things have been going well. "Roger, say hi."

Roger turned to the camera, and smiled his usual brilliance. "Hi."

"This is your dad. Well, one of them. I'm the other one." I turned the camera to face me, smiling brightly into the lens. "We're your family."

I turned the camera back on Roger. I loved filming him. He was always so full of life, and even now, in the midst of his sickness, he was still smiling, still laughing. "Say something to your child, Roger."

He turned his attention to the camera once again. "What should I say?"

"Say anything."

"Okay, uh, hi. I'm your dad. It's probably a good thing your other dad is filming this, since I don't have much time left."

I lowered the camera, and stared at him sadly. "Roger, don't say that."

"Why not? He or she has to know sooner or later. I mean, what if I'm not even around long enough to see the baby born?" He didn't sound cynical, which I was grateful for, but he still asked, and no matter how much the truth hurts, I wished he hadn't.

"Well, because… because you will be around for the baby."

"Mark, you know as well as I do that's wishful thinking. The truth of the matter is, I'm dying, and I can't stop it."

I felt the tears pushing their way through my eyelids. I blinked them away. Now is not the time. "Just stop it! Stop saying that." I screamed, surprising even myself.

"Whoa, down boy. You don't have to bite my head off." He laid his guitar down, and just stared at me.

I shrunk under his gaze, feeling like a complete jerk. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I just wish you'd stop saying that. It scares me. I know you're dying, and the more you talk about it, the more I think about it, the more real it becomes, and I'm just not ready to lose you."

He slid off the table, walked over to me, and wrapped his still somewhat strong arms around my smaller body. He held me tightly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt the tears again, but I held them back.

"Get a room."

I pulled away from the love of life, and glared at Maureen. Roger on the other hand, just grinned cheekily. "Or you could just go home."

"Marky, are you going to let him talk to me like that?"

I laughed. I couldn't help it. I was going to let him talk to her like that. Roger laughed with me. Maureen crossed her arms over her chest, and pouted, then she started crying. "I hate you guys. I'm going home."

"Maureen, don't go. We're sorry."

"Pfft, speak for yourself."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I'm sorry." I gave Roger a little shove, and he just grinned. "You don't have to go Maureen. You can stay if you want. Roger's just being an asshole again."

"You mean, as usual." Maureen added sourly.

Roger seized the camera out of my hand with intent to film Maureen's latest hormonal eruption, when he noticed it had still been filming. "Hey, did you know this thing's still on?"

"Shit, I thought I turned it off."

Roger held the camera at Maureen, who only glared at him through the lens. "Oh, come on Maureen, smile. You don't want the kid thinking you're a bitch, do you?"

"Roger, don't say that. Now I'm gonna have to edit that out of the film." I snatched the camera from him, but not after having to jump up for it. He held it above his head, laughing. He can be such a asshole.

"Mark, don't edit any of that out. The kid should have the chance to see what his or her parents are really like. Why sugar-coat it?"

"'Cause we don't want it learning bad things at a young age."

He snorted. "That sounds like something you're mom would say."

Maureen laughed hysterically. "He's right Mark. That is something your mom would say."

Oh shit, I am starting to sound like my mom. That's the last thing I ever wanted to do. "Did you guys just agree on something?" I figured if I change the subject, they won't mention me sounding like my mom.

What happened next was hilarious, and I got it all on film. Roger and Maureen turned to each other, and for a good few minutes there was nothing but silence, but the looks on their faces were priceless. Roger, in almost slow motion, cringed like he just saw the most disgusting sight ever, and Maureen, well she looked horrified. As if she saw a ghost, or her own death even. I wanted to laugh, but I knew if I did, it would kill the moment, and this moment was worth filming.

Unfortunately, they both ganged up on me instead, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, Roger sitting atop me, pinning my hands behind my head with one hand, and Maureen had the camera pointed at me.

"Hey, get off of me. Maureen, put my camera down." I struggled beneath him, but he was still stronger than me, and I was trapped.

"Eleven thirteen am, Mark… er your dad is underneath your other dad. This is what they do when no one else is around.."

"Roger, please get off of me." I continued to tussle beneath him, but he wouldn't let up. In fact, he set more of his weight against my little body. "Roger… I can't… breathe."

He kissed my lips at that moment, more than likely to shut me up, and as usual, I gave into him.

"Awww! How cute."

I had completely forgotten Maureen was filming us, or even still there until she said something. I pulled my lips away from Roger, and looked up at Maureen. "Why are you still filming us?"

"Because you two are just adorable." I could hear the cynicism in her voice. I rolled my eyes, and with all my strength, managed to push Roger off of me. Although, I think Roger let me win. I got off the floor, and snatched the camera back from Maureen, actually turning it off this time.

Joanne showed up a little later, pretty pissed off. Apparently, Joanne had won the big case she'd been working on, and wanted to celebrate, but Maureen had been avoiding her. Well, not so much avoiding her, as trying to get her back for 'ignoring' her. Roger and I sat on the table just watching them practically duke it out.

"Damnit Maureen, why do you always have to do this?" Joanne started.

"Me? What about you, miss 'never has any time for me 'cause she's to fucking busy with work, or something else more important?'"

"If I didn't work, we'd be living in a hell hole like this one." She looked over at me at that moment. "No offense, Mark."

"Uh, none taken…"

Joanne continued with her attention back at Maureen. "Not to mention, you wouldn't have all the luxuries you so love without me working."

"Oh, I see how it is. Well then fine, stop working. I don't need you to work. I can support myself."

Joanne scoffed. "Let me guess, you'll spend all of your time here, expecting Mark to take care of you, right?"

Roger jumped off the table at that moment. "Hold on a minute. I don't think so. Now, you," He pointed at Maureen. "can come over anytime you need to, but there is no way in hell you're staying here with us…"

"Hey, calm down you guys."

"Well, she obviously doesn't want to come home with me." Joanne stood there with her arms across her chest, tapping a foot to the floor, her nostrils flaring as she breathed intensely, expecting Maureen to give in. Of course she didn't.

"No, I don't want to go home… with you." Maureen spit out the last word venomously.

"Come on you guys, don't fight."

"Oh that's it. If you are going to act like a child, then you can just stay here." Joanne headed for the door.

Roger quickly bolted for the door, blocking Joanne's only exit. "I don't think so."

This fight was reminding me of the fight we had all had after Angel died. The only difference was Roger wasn't fighting with Mimi, and Collins wasn't getting upset at us for ruining Angel's memorial service. "Guy, please stop this. Can't you guys just sit down, and talk this out calmly?"

"Mark, stay out of this." Maureen snapped.

"Don't yell at him. He's not the one being a bitch, you are."

"Excuse me?" Maureen stepped up to Joanne, getting right in her face. "Well, miss 'all that', I hadn't realized I was being such a bitch. After all, I wasn't the one ignoring you while working. I wasn't the one…"

"I wasn't ignoring you, Maureen. I told you I was working on a very important case, and you said you'd give me the space I needed to get it done, but instead, you whined, bitched, anything you could think of to bother me. I'm surprised I won this damn case with you always on mine about not spending any time with you."

"Stop it, you guys. Maureen, you need to calm down, or you'll stress out, and something could happen to the baby." I had to interfere, otherwise this would go on all night.

Roger opened the door to the loft, waving his hand as if to usher them out. "Take it home, ladies."

Maureen stiffened, marching out the door. Joanne followed closely behind her. Roger slammed the door shut. "Fuck, I thought they'd never leave."

"Roger, I'm worried about Maureen. If she keeps stressing, something could happen to the baby, and you know how Maureen can get."

"Well, Joanne's the level-headed one. I'm sure she'll do what she has to, to keep Mo calm."

"I don't know. They were both pretty pissed off, and if they keep fighting, you know Maureen's gonna end up here."

"Fuck!" He threw the door open, and preceded to chase them down. I followed after him.

"Maureen, Joanne, wait."

Joanne was the first one to turn around. "What is it, Roger?" She was still fuming, and had a stiff, exasperated look on her face.

"Look, you need to make up with Maureen. You know, uh, for the baby's sake. Think about the baby."

Yeah, that's it Roger, for the baby. I felt my eyes roll, and tried not to snort. I continued on and caught up to Maureen, and grasped her shoulder. "Maureen, wait."

She turned around, nearly smacking me in the process. "What do you want, Mark?" There were tears in her eyes. I couldn't tell if they were hormone-related, or from the fight.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?" I asked meekly.

"No! Of course I'm not okay. I've been faithful this whole time, not going out with other people, being good, taking care of myself, and this baby. All I wanted was some alone time with her, and she was just too damn busy for me." She broke down right there, pulling me into a hug, crying on my shoulder. I gingerly rubbed her back, afraid to get to close, mainly for fear of Joanne coming after me, given that I'm long since over Maureen.

"Oh Marky, why did I let you talk me into doing this?" She pulled away from me, and pointed to her stomach.

"Maureen, do we have to go over this again? We gave you the choice whether to do it or not, and you chose to do it. You didn't have to if you didn't want to."

"I only did this, because I knew it would make you happy."

"No you didn't, Maureen. You never do anything to make someone else happy. You do things for you." Did I actually just say that to her?

I shouldn't have said that to her. It only caused her to ball even more, and made me feel bad. "I didn't mean it like that Maureen, I just…"

"No, you're right Marky." At that moment, instead of more tears, which I was expecting, she wiped them away, stood tall and smiled. God, I hate these fucking mood swings of hers.

She held her head high, and made her way to Joanne. Roger, after talking it out with Joanne, walked over to me. "Remind me again why we asked Maureen to be the mother of our child?"

"'Cause she was the only one we knew who would actually do it."

"Oh, right."

"So what did you and Joanne talk about?"

"Uh, well, I managed to talk her into giving Maureen another chance, although if I were her, I wouldn't."

"Roger, do you want Maureen to live with us? 'Cause you know, if her and Joanne break up, that's where she's gonna end up. Do you remember what it was like living with her before?"

"Oh god, don't remind me. What's worse is that you were dating her then, too. Which I still find to be hilarious, since you were never straight to begin with." He chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I had to try it out. See if I actually liked girls."

"Don't lie Mark. You know, you never liked girls. She just had you whipped. You always were a sucker when it came to Maureen, and even now, you still go to her when she needs you."

"But it's different now. She's having our baby, and I wanna make sure the baby's gonna be okay."

"Okay Mark, if you say so." A grin grew on his face, and I knew he was being sarcastic.

"You're such an asshole, Rog."

"I know, but you still…" He started coughing violently suddenly, falling to his knees first, then completely to the floor.

I was right there beside him, taking him in my arms. "Roger… oh god."

He continued to cough, gasping for a breath. "Maureen, Joanne, help me."

They were so wrapped up in their own affairs that they didn't even hear me. "HELP ME!"

Finally they turned to me, noticing the situation, and rushed over to us. "What happened?" Joanne asked.

"I don't know. He was fine, then he just started coughing… calm down baby, take a deep breath. You can do it."

Roger was having a difficult time trying to catch even a single breath. I started to panic, so afraid this was it. He started coughing up blood, which frightened me even more. "Someone please call an ambulance." I cried.

Joanne pulled out her cell phone and dialed. Maureen, in a surprising instant, knelt beside me, attempting to keep me calm.

"Come on baby, don't die on me now."

Stay tuned kiddies. Don't you just love cliffhangers? They keep you at the edge of your seat. Will I kill off Roger now, or wait till later? For those who already know, shhh!