I must be butter because I am on a roll. I really hope you guys are liking this story so far. If you don't...then why may I ask are you reading it in the first place? HA!

Disclaimer: I'm not the owner of Rent, It would be pretty sweet if I was...But I'm not. So I'm moving on...

About a month later...

(At the loft)

It was about 8:30 in the morning. Mark and Roger were sleeping and Mimi was in the bathroom throwing up...again. Mimi was now almost three months into her pregnancy. And she was due for another check up with Dr. Pascal the next day.

Then the phone rang.

Speeeeeeaak

"Mimi!" Angel sang through the answering machine. "Mimi chica! I bet your not even up by now, but I was wondering if we could have a girls day out. Just you and me! So call me back when you hear this. Love ya. Muah!"

Mimi ran out of the bathroom, her toothbrush still in her mouth. She ran towards the phone and pressed the talk button. "Hello? Angel?" No answer. Mimi hung the phone back up and walked into the room that she and Roger shared.

She opened the door and saw Roger sleeping on his stomach, slightly snoring. She always thought he looked adorable when he slept. She smiled, sat down on the bed next to him and lightly kissed him on the forehead. Suddenly his eyes opened and he scooped Mimi in his arms and began tickling her. "Roger! Ahaahaha...stop!...hahaha." He let her go and she leaped off the bed. "Since when are you up this early?" Mimi questioned.

"I woke up when I heard the phone ring." He answered.

"Oh," Mimi said. "Well, Angel called and she wanted to gave a girls day out with me today. I just got to go call her back...which I should probably do right now..." She said as she made her way out of the bedroom and out into the living/main room area, with Roger following sleepily behind her.

Roger crashed on the couch, pretending to go back to sleep and Mimi poked him in the stomach, then grabbed the phone and dialed Angel's number. "Hey Ang...Yes, I got your message...I would love to...When are you gonna be here?...That soon!?...Alright, Cool...I'll see you in a few...love ya too chica...Bye." Mimi hung up the phone.

"When is she coming?" Roger asked.

"She'll be here in about 15-20 minutes...she wants to braid my hair before we leave. Hmm, I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed." She kissed Roger on the cheek and went into the bathroom to shower.

As soon as Mimi was finished with her shower Angel walked in the door. "Mimi¿Dónde estas?" Mimi came out of the bathroom only wearing a towel. "I hope we aren't leaving the house with you dressed like that." Angel joked.

"Haha, very funny." Mimi said facetiously.

"Enough sarcasm, get dressed! It's almost 9:30."

"And you think that is late?" She mumbled as she went inside her bedroom.

Ten minutes have past and Mimi still hasn't came out of her room. Angel walked over to the door and knocked on it lightly. "Meems, Are you okay in there?"

"NO!" Mimi screamed.

"What's the matter honey?" Angel asked sweetly.

"I'm friggen fat!" She yelled.

"Oh, Mimi if you didn't realize it...When you get pregnant you have another little person growing inside of you, and that can cause you to gain a few pounds."

The bedroom door opened and Mimi was standing there wearing a pair of sweat pants and one of Roger's old band tee-shirts. "I think I figured that out Miss-Know-It-All. Anyways, Pretty much all of my clothes are starting to get a little snug on me and I really don't want to leave this apartment looking like a cow!"

"And what may I ask is wrong with cows?!?!" Maureen said bursting through the door.

"Don't you have anywhere else to be besides here?" Roger said to the drama queen.

"Yes, As a matter a fact. I do!...Where's my Marky poo?" She asked looking around.

"Sleeping." Roger replied. "Why?"

"I want him to film my new protest tomorrow!"

"What are you protesting now, sweetie?" Angel asked.

"I'm protesting the fact that the ice cream man in the park does not carry all the flavors he advertises on his van!" Maureen said proudly.

"Are you sure that's something worth protesting over?" Roger asked.

"Yes! I protest over the things I feel strongly about and this is definitely one of them." Maureen stated, then went into Marks room to wake him up.

"Okay, I guess I'm just going to wear these sweat pants and a sweat shirt." Mimi whined.

"Alright, how about this: Today we can spend our girls day out shopping for maternity clothes!" Angel suggested.

"Yippie." Mimi said rolling her eyes.

"With more enthusiasm!"

"Yippie!" Mimi squealed happily.

"Good, So go sit down on the floor in front of the couch so I can braid your hair."

Mimi did as she was told. When Angel was done braiding Mimi's hair the two latinas left the loft to spend the day how most any other girl would want to. Shopping!

(At the mall)

Mimi and Angel were standing outside of "Motherhood" the maternity store at the mall.

"I feel silly." Mimi said.

"Why? Pregnancy is nothing to feel silly about." Angel said.

"I guess so..."

The two of them walked inside the store and began searching through the racks. "All these clothes are so big!" Mimi said to Angel in a whisper.

"I think that is kind of the point Meems."

Mimi nodded and picked out a few articles of clothing to try on in the dressing room. She came out wearing a simple short sleeve black top, and a pair of dark denim jeans. Angel gave a thumbs up. "I love it Mimi." Angel said. Mimi went back inside to try on the second outfit. When she stepped out of the dressing room she was wearing a chocolate brown baby doll shirt with tight black sweat pants.

"I personally love this one." Mimi said looking at herself in the mirror.

"Me too!" Angel said in excitement.

Mimi tried on a bunch of other outfits and picked out a few of her favorites. Once she had them picked out she went to the cash register and paid for the clothes.

"Well, that was fun." Mimi said as they were leaving the store.

"Definitely, We're going to do it again once your tummy gets a little bit bigger."

"I can't wait..."

Yay! Thats all for now.

Translations:

¿Dónde estas? - Where are you?

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