Guys I'm so fucking sorry I haven't updated. I just lost my cat, and I had him for as long as I can remember. So yeah. Here's the chapter. I don't have much to say.

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Mimi took a deep breath and turned to look at the three pregnancy tests.

All three were positive.

"Oh my God," Mimi groaned very quietly, "I'm pregnant."

"WHAT?!" said two voices from outside the bathroom door. Then came a few clicking noises, and the door opened. Maureen, thinking she was being sneaky, stuck a bobby pin back in her hair.

"Mimi, what did you say?!" Angel shrieked again.

"I'm pregnant," she said, soft as ever. She had tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, honey, aren't you happy?" Maureen asked walking over to kneel at her friend's feet.

"Of course I am. I'm just worried what Roger's going to say. He's so angsty." Everyone laughed. He wasn't the most father-like person.

Angel walked over to her friend and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. For a petite looking drag queen, she wasn't weak.

"Congratulations, chica! You're going to be a great mom. And if you aren't I will be!"

She, finally, released a gasping Mimi and turned to the other girls.

"Who's up for pancakes?"

(Later at the airport)

Angel looked around the airport, thinking that he should be here by now, when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

"Hello, Mrs. Collins," the person whispered. She spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Collins, we're not married, yet. And that was corny." She gave him a tender kiss. He deepened it, pulling her as close to him as physically possible.

"Do you guys ever stop?"

"You're just jealous, Mo. Mark stop filming them!"

"Roger, why does Mimi keep telling me what to do?"



This comment earned the cameraman a thwack to the back of the head. Collins and Angel finally broke apart, both a little light headed, but refused to let an inch of space come between them.

"Flight 236 to Las Vegas, Nevada is now boarding," said a tinny announcement.

"Well that's us!" Joann said excitedly.

Collins, being an evil genius, had gotten the seven bohos first class tickets for the roundtrip flight. And master suites at the hotel, and all for a very cheap price. Free.

Angel and Mimi practically sprinted to the plane before Roger and Collins could calm them down to only a little shaking.

"Meems, calm down. You'll give yourself a heart attack!" Angel leaned over to whisper. "And it's not good for the baby!"

"Shut up!" she furiously whispered back.

Angel gave her an it's-the-truth type of look, and preoccupied herself with Collins. (A/N: Use your imagination folks! ;D)

Mimi turned to look at Roger who was looking out the window. He looked paler than usual. He looks like Mark! she thought.

"Roger, are you okay?" she asked tenderly. "You're looking kind of Marky."

"What?" he asked, turning to his insane-sounding girlfriend.

"Pale. You're looking pale. I said 'you're looking Marky' because he's pale," she explained. Mark was sitting behind them and heard all of it.

"Mimi, what the hell?" He shot daggers at her.

"I knew you were there. I said that because you called me bossy earlier," she said, still staring at her angsty rocker.

"I never called you bossy!"

"Fine, you implied it," she finished her mini argument with Mark before turning her attention back to Roger. "Are you okay though?"

"Yeah. It's just I've never flown before, so I'm a little nervous," he admitted.

"Well, just let me know what I can do to calm your nerves. I'll help anyway I can," she whispered huskily in his ear. He audibly gulped. She laughed.

"Please pookie!" Maureen begged.



"No Maureen, I will not join the mile high club," Joann replied, very embarrassed.

"Please!"

Collins was reading 'Faust' when he heard Angel singing very quietly.

"Live in my house I'll be your shelter. Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. Be my lover, and I'll cover you."

"Baby, what are you singing?" Collins asked, putting his book away. He thought he had heard Angel sing or drum every song, but this was a new one.

"Oh, just a song from a movie the girls and I watched last night. The songs called 'I'll Cover You.' I've had it stuck in my head all day." (A/N: Hmmm, I wonder why? :D)

"Can you sing the whole thing for me? I'm sure it will sound even better when you sing it," he commented making her blush. "Please? For me?" He pouted.

"Fine, but only for you." She sang the beautiful song.

"Live in my house, I'll be your shelter. Just pay me back, with one thousand kisses. Be my lover - I'll cover you/Open your door, I'll be your tenant. Don't got much baggage, to lay at your feet, but sweet kisses I've got to spare. I'll be there and I'll cover you. /I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love, now I know you can rent it; a new lease you are my love, On life - be my life. Just slip me on I'll be your blanket, wherever - whatever - I'll be your coat/ You'll be my king, and I'll be your castle. /No you'll be my queen, and I'll be your moat. /I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love, now I know you can rent it a new lease you are my love, on life - all my life. I've longed to discover something as true as this is. So with a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you/ When you're worn out and tired/ When your heart has expired /If you're cold and you're lonely/ You've got one nickel only /With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses /I'll cover you/ Oh lover I'll cover you, yeahhhhh Oh lover I'll cover you," she held the last note a little longer than the actors did, but Collins wouldn't know.

"Wow, Angel. That's so beautiful," he whispered. It really touched his heart. He was snapped back into reality when he heard a few out of the norm noises coming from the bathroom.

"Hey, does anyone know where Maureen and Joann went?" Mark asked.

Well that's it for now kiddos! I'll see you next chapter! And what do you think of the MoJo? I loved it. I don't write a lot of them, but I thought this was funny.