I would just like to say beforehand that the character Nathan will be referred to as both Nathan and Nate.

February 24th, 1992

"Honey, hurry up! We're going to be late." Mimi called to her husband. She picked up her shoes and sat down on the old couch. She began to put them on as Roger finally came out of their room.

"Finally, what took you so long?" She asked as she finished putting on her shoes and got up.

"I don't know, nervous." He admitted. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It's not your doctor's appointment."

"Yes but it is our baby." She rolled her eyes, not amused with his dramatic behavior.

"Come on, we have to go before we're late." She told him as she let go of him. They put on their coats and left out into the cold New York weather.

Mimi sat down next to Roger, beginning to fill out the forms the secretary gave her. Roger was absently looking around the room, noticing the beige colored walls and navy carpet. He then looked down to Mimi who was now next to him, watching her as she simply filled out the forms.

After a moment, Mimi noticed that there was a pair of eyes staring at her. She looked up from the papers, seeing Roger looking at her.

"What is it?" She questioned. He shrugged.

"Nothing, just watching you." She shrugged it off, continuing filling out the forms.

"Mimi Davis?" Mimi and Roger looked up. A nurse holding a clipboard was standing in the doorway. They slowly got up, walking to the nurse. Roger took Mimi's hand in his as they walked to the nurse. Mimi flashed him a small smile.

Roger and Mimi walked up the stairs back up to the loft in silence. No communication, not physical contact, nothing. Roger slid open the door and walked in with Mimi following behind. Mark was sitting at the table when they got back. They began to remove their layers in silence.

"How was it?" Mark asked, looking up at his unusually quiet friends.

"Fine" They both replied in a bored, almost bitter, tone. Once all her things were hung up, Mimi began to walk towards her and Roger's room.

"I'm going to take a nap." She announced, disappearing into the room without waiting for a reply. Roger sighed, sitting down next to Mark at the metal table.

"What happened?" Mark asked him.

"Nothing important, do we have any beer?" Roger asked as he got up, avoiding the subject. He began to search around the kitchen for something to drink.

"Didn't answer my question." He finally a few bottles of beer at the back of the fridge. He grabbed one and sat back down.

"Twins" Roger simply said, taking a sip of his beer.

"What?"

"Twins. She's pregnant with twins. A boy and a girl. I totally flipped out once we left and we got into a fight." Roger told him. Mark looked at him with disbelief.

"Roger, you have to make up with her. This is your responsibility too." Mark told his friend. Roger just rolled his eyes.

"Fine, whatever" And with that, the discussion was over.

Roger opened his eyes, which where now stinging from the sunlight. He rubbed them and then sat up on the couch he had slept on last night. He thought for a moment. Thinking of what had happened with Mimi. How she hadn't spoken to him since. He got up off the couch, walking into the kitchen. Mark was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading a copy of The Village Voice. Roger poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down next to him.

"Mimi's up." Mark told him after minutes of sitting in silence. Roger didn't respond. Instead, he just continued to stare out into space. Mark just drew his attention back to the newspaper.

When Mimi walked into the room, Roger was sitting on the couch, strumming random chords on his guitar. She sat down at the other end of the couch, hoping he would say something to her. An apology maybe.

Instead Roger continued on, as if she wasn't there. She watched him for several minutes. His strumming and humming ringing through her ears.

"Are you just going to keep pretending I'm not her?" Mimi finally spoke up. He stopped all the noise, but still said nothing.

"Goddammit Roger! You're such a fucking child. When you have a problem with someone you have to work it out. You can't just sit there a moop around about it. Grow the fuck up." He sat there as she screamed at him. Once she was finally done, he looked at her, seeing tears escaping her eyes and rolling down her cheek.

"I just need to know that you're in this with me." He took his hands in hers. He couldn't stand seeing her so upset. He knew that it was partly him ignoring her, and partly her crazy hormones.

"I am" He assured her. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to cry.

August 7th, 1992

"10 toes and 10 fingers on each" Roger said as he entered the waiting room. Everyone sprang up in excitement, all their mouths running a mile a minute. "How are they? How are you? What's their names? How's Mimi? Congratulations!"

"Everyone shut up!" He yelled. Everyone quickly quieted down. "I'm fine, Mimi's fine but tired, the babies are fine, health. Linda Rose and Nathan Angelo." Everyone gave him tired smiles and small cheers. It was 3:08 in the morning and everyone was tired.

"Can we see them?" Maureen asked. Roger nodded, leading the gang to Mimi's room. When they got there, they saw an exhausted Mimi saying in bed with one baby in arm, smiling down at them as they stayed surprisingly quiet. When everyone arrived at the door she smiled at them and told them to be quiet because Nathan was sleeping. They all filled in the room around her bed as she carefully handed Linda to Roger. Her big brown eyes stared at Roger curiously. He smiled down at his daughter, rocking her gently. Maureen stood next to him and whispered. "Can I hold her?"

"Yeah, but be careful Mo, she's not a toy." He told her as he carefully handed her over. Maureen huffed. "I think I should be the one saying that to you." He rolled his eyes at her, Collins chuckled as he watched from afar.

"Hey Meems, how you doing?" Collins asked Mimi as he said down in the chair next to her.

"Alright, tired. Really tired." She replied in whisper, not wanting to wake her son. "Want to hold him?" She offered Collins. He was hesitant.

"I don't know, I don't want to wake him.." He trailed off.

"No, it's alright, just be careful." She told him as she slowly handed her son over to Collins, who took him with extra care.

"She's so adorable." Maureen gushed, looking down at Linda and smiling. "Pookie, we should get a baby." She said, looking at Joanne. Joanne quickly shook her head as everyone let out quiet chuckles.

"I don't think so, honeybear. Not right now." Maureen put on one of her world famous pouts but Joanne refused. Maureen looked down at Linda again and drew her attention back at her.

"Meems, he looks just like you. Except for the skin tone, can't tell about the eyes." Collins remarked in a whisper. Mimi smiled and looked at her son, who was still sleeping soundly with all the noise going on around him. The little brown hairs on his head were the same color as Mimi's hair.

"Hey Mimi, how're you feeling?" Sarah asked as she sat down on the other side of Mimi.

"Tired" Mimi replied. Sarah laughed.

"I can imagine." Mimi smiled at her. She'd grown close to her the past few months.

"Mark, honey, I think we should get going. I'm getting tired. We'll come back tomorrow" Sarah said to her boyfriend, who was talking to Roger in the corner.

"Yeah, it's almost four." Mark replied as she began to get up and get ready to leave.

"I think we should get going too." Joanne said. Maureen handed Linda back to Roger. Collins motioned to Mimi to take Nathan away. He carefully handed the sleeping baby back to his mother. Everyone said their goodbyes to Mimi, Roger, and twins and left.

"Honey, could you lay him down? I'm really tired." Mimi asked her husband. He nodded. "Of course" He first laid Linda down and then processed to take Nathan out of Mimi's arms. He laid him down in the hospital crib next to Linda. He then went back to Mimi, leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight, my love" He whispered into her ear.

"Zoom in on the new family walking into the loft. It's Linda and Nate's first day home and boy are they not in the hospital anymore." Mark narrated as Mimi and Roger walked into the loft. A couple of days have passed and Mimi and Linda and Nathan were finally able to get home.

"Mark get it out of my face." Mimi told him as she put Linda's carrier down on the table next to where Roger put down Nathan's. Mark slightly pulled the camera away from her, but continued to film.

"A very up tight Mimi is in view. Say hi to the camera." He continued to narrate.

"It's hot as hell." Mimi complained as she flopped down on the couch while Roger continued to bring in her stuff.

"You were spoiled with the AC at the hospital, welcome back to the loft." Mark said to her from behind the camera. She groaned, settling into the couch. Her peace was quickly shattered in a second by a cry coming from the other side of the room. Mimi quickly sprung up, running over to her babies. She carefully picked up Nate and gently rocked him.

"Shh baby, mommy's here" she told her son as she gently rocked him back and forth. After a few minutes he began to slowly calm down. She smiled down at him and kissed the top of his head, placing him back in his carrier. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind, she turned to see who it was.

"Finally got all the gifts and balloons inside," Roger informed her. She smiled and leaned up, giving him a small kiss.

"Thank you, honey,"

"Anything for you." She rolled her eyes at his cliché response.

"Focus in on new parents Roger and Mimi, who are ignoring the fact that their children are still on the kitchen table." Mark narrated, filming the couple's moment.

"Mark, if you don't get the camera out of my face right now-" Roger began, Mark quickly walked away from them. He focused his attention on the twins.

"Here's Linda and Nathan, it's their first day home, and as we can see, Nate is already making himself at home," He narrated, referring to the fact that Nathan had fallen asleep. "Miss Linda Davis, care to say anything to the camera?" Mark asked her, zooming in on her face. The infant just stared at him with wonder. He laughed a zoomed out just as Mimi came over and picked her up out of her carrier.

"Hey baby, is Uncle Mark already bothering you with his camera?" She asked the newborn in a sappy voice as she picked her up. Linda just stared at her mother and Mimi laughed, holding the baby close to her.

"You know I'm right here, right?" Mark commented. Mimi rolled her eyes. "Yes Mark, I have noticed you haven't left yet." Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, Mimi laughed again.

"Alright kids, that's enough," Roger interjected.

"Honey, could you please take Nate into their room and put him in his crib, please?" Roger nodded and said yes, picking up his son's carrier and bringing it into his room, coming out again a few minutes later.

"He's sound asleep," Roger assured her as he sat down next to Mimi, who was still holding Linda, on the couch. Mark had finally put his camera away and went into his room.

"Good, I'm afraid it won't be like that for much longer." Mimi replied tiredly.

"Baby, let me take her," He offered. She looked over at him hesitantly, then finally handed her over.

"Go rest" He told her, taking his daughter into his arms. She began to get up.

"Alright, I love you," She bent down and gave him a quick kiss.

"I love you too" He replied as she left to their room.

September 15th, 1993

"Nathan, would you please eat something?" Roger begged, sitting in front of his highchair, trying to feed the one year old. Nate just giggled. "Oh, you think it's funny?" Nathan giggled even more. Roger couldn't help but smile.

"I sure think it's funny." Mark said from behind his camera. Roger and Nathan both turned to see Mimi, Sarah, and Mark, who was filming, watching the scene before them. Nathan turned to see his father's reaction.

"Oh yeah, it's so funny," Mimi laughed as she watched her husband's failed attempt at trying to feed their sons.

"Honey, do you want me to do it?" She offered. He shook his head. "No, I can do it," He turned back to Nathan. "Nate, open up for the train" Nate shook his head, disgusted at the pea baby food. Roger let out a frustrated sigh, while Nathan continued to giggle.

"Baby-"

"No Mimi, I can do it," He interrupted her before she could say anything. He then turned his attention back to his son.

"Nathan, you need to eat. Now open up." Roger told him, putting the spoon near his mouth. Nathan looked at it and hesitantly opened up his mouth. Roger feed him the baby food to him, watching him make faces at the taste.

"Good job, buddy," Roger said to him as he got up to throw the small container out. "See, I told you all I could do it," He turned to face everyone only to see Mimi and Sarah were now watching TV and Mark was still filming.

"Nathan, how do you feel about your feeding?" Mark asked Nathan. Nathan just looked at the camera and started giggling again. Mark smiled and then continued to speak.

"Looks like he had a torturous experience, really awful," Roger rolled his eyes as he picked Nathan up and went over to the couch, sitting down next to Mimi.

"Hey, when does Linda come home?" Mark asked, sitting next to Sarah.

"Whenever Maureen brings her back," Mimi replied.

"Why does Maureen have to use our daughter as an experiment?" Roger asked Mimi. She began to laugh.

"Why is she even with Maureen?" Sarah asked, confused as to what they were talking about.

"Maureen wants to prove to Joanne that she can take care of a baby, so she asked if she could 'borrow' Linda for the day." Mimi explained to her. Sarah laughed. "So you actually let her?" Mimi nodded. "She'll never learn that it's hard until she experiences it," Sarah just nodded. After that, everyone sat there quietly for a while.

Everyone's thoughts were shattered when Nathan began to cry, Roger looked down at his son and began rocking in gently.

"Hey Nate, what's wrong?" Roger asked, knowing he won't get a response back.

"Roger, let me take him," Mimi offered. Roger nodded and handed him over to Mimi, who began to rock him gently, whispering soothing words to him. After a while he finally calmed down. She smiled down at him and he giggled once again. "dada" he said, reaching for Roger.

"You want daddy?" She asked. He just continued to reach for his father. Mimi handed Nathan over to Roger, who took him in his arms.

"Hey Nate" Roger said as he took him in his arms. Nathan frowned and clang to his father.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked him, concerned. Nathan just continued to have an upset look on his face, beginning to cry.

"Shhh Nathan, it's okay," Roger held him close, soothing him as he continued to cry. Mimi watched, waiting for Roger to ask for her help. But he didn't, and after a few minutes he calmed down a little.

"Better baby?" Mimi asked her son, rubbing his back as he stayed in Roger's arms. Suddenly he began to cough, ending up emptying his stomach onto Roger's shirt.

"Nathan!" Roger exclaimed, holding him away from him. Nathan giggled, becoming a happy baby once again. Mark and Sarah laughed as Mimi took Nathan away from Roger, trying her best not to laugh herself.

"Honey, he didn't mean it," Mimi told him as Roger began to leave to their room angrily.

"Yes but now I'm covered in throw up." He called back from inside the room.

She laughed, holding Nathan close to her.

August 7th, 1997

"-Happy birthday to you," Everyone finished as Nathan and Linda blew out the candles on their cake. Everyone clapped and cheered when all the candles were blown out. They were celebrating the twins' fifth birthday at Life, all the bohemians, Roger's family, and Mimi's mother.

One of the waiters cut the cake for them and everyone began to eat.

"Katie, are you and Robert coming back to the loft?" Mimi asked Roger's mother. Roger gave Mimi and look but she ignored it.

"We'd love to, right Robert?" Mrs. Davis eyed her husband who had been quiet the majority of the evening.

"I don't know Katie. It's getting late and I have a lot to do tomorrow," Robert replied, trying to think of an excuse.

"Nonsense. We'll come Mimi." Mimi and Katie exchanged small smiles between each other as their husbands stared daggers at them.

"Oh, honey what is it?" Mimi asked her daughter curiously as she opened another present. They were all back at the loft, watching the twins open presents.

"it's a new Barbie!" She exclaimed.

"Who gave it to you?" Mimi continued to ask.

"Abuela did," She told her.

"And what do you say to abuela?"

"Thank you" Linda said to her grandmother, turning to her.

"You're welcome, cariño." Hilda replied, smiling at her.

"Four new hot wheels!" Nathan exclaimed once he was finished tearing off the wrapping paper. "Thank you Uncle Randy and Aunt Amanda," He turned to them.

"You're welcome, kiddo." Randy responded.

"Here kids, these are from Grandpa and me," Mrs. Davis told her grandchildren, handing them both envelopes. They began ripping open the envelopes, revealing cards inside them.

"We figured you guys can go and pick out your own toys." She explained as they opened them.

"Whoa! I got a hundred dollars!" Nathan exclaimed.

"Me too!" Linda added.

"Thank you grandma and grandpa," The both thanked them. "You're welcome sweethearts. You should give the money to your mother so you don't lose it." Mrs. Davis explained to them. Roger looked at his parents, stunned that they gave so much money.

"Goodbye, see you soon!" Mimi called after the last of the family to leave. She slid the door shut behind them.

"Thank god that's over," She said as she flopped down on the couch. Collins laughed, sitting next to her feet.

"Exhausting?" He asked.

"To say the least," She responded. He chuckled, watching the twins play with their new toys.

December 31st, 1999

"Roger get in here, the ball is going to drop soon!" Mimi shouted to her husband, who was in the bathroom.

"In a minute!" He shouted back. He came back out and sat down next Mimi, who was sitting next to Linda and Nathan. The whole group was there. Collins, Joanne and Maureen, with their new daughter, Lauren, who they adopted the year before when she was a year old, Mark, and Sarah. All of them were there to celebrate the beginning of a new millennium together, with Mark of course filming it.

"…Five, four, three, two, one!" Once the countdown was over, all the couples had their lips attached to their significant other's. Once that was done, they all exchanged hugs as Dick Clark made a speech about the significance of the new year, the new decade, the new century, and the new millennium.

"Can you believe it's been ten years since we were all standing outside of the Wiz, right outside of Time Square, watching the ball drop on the TVs?" Mark said, sparking the memory for everyone.

"I can't believe it's been ten years." Roger replied in disbelief. Time was going by so quickly for them, but he didn't think it was that quickly.

"Hey Mark, do you still have the video from that night?" Collins asked him curiously.

"I just might, hold on." He replied, getting up to go look for it.

After about ten minutes, Mark came back out to the loft where everyone was sitting with a VHS tape in his hands.

"I found it," Mark replied, holding the tape up. "Well are you just going to stand there, or are you going to put it on?" Mimi pushed him to put it on. She was eager to see the old video.

"Alright, alright. God, calm down." Mark said as he pushed the tape into the VCR while Mimi rolled her eyes. He pressed play and sat back down next to Sarah. Suddenly an image of Mimi, Roger, Collins, Angel, Maureen, and Joanne came on the screen. It was incredibly loud as they were counting down from ten.

"Mommy, who's that lady next to Collins?" Nathan asked, she looked down at him. "That's our old friend, Angel. Remember, I've told you stories about her." She explained to him, his green eyes filled with wonder.

"Ooooh, she's pretty. She's in heaven now, right?"

"Isn't she? Yeah, she would've loved to meet you," She continued to tell her son. He just nodded and continued to watch the video. Collins smiled as he heard the conversation going on. To know that Mimi never let Angel's memory die meant a lot to him.

"Mimi, Mimi give me your New Year's resolution." Mark screamed to her from behind the camera, over all the noise.

"Nice pants Mimi. Why don't you wear stuff like that more often?" Maureen commented. Mimi rolled her eyes as there were slight chuckles around the room.

"Because I could still wear that now," She replied.

"I think you could," Roger joined in. She whacked him playfully. The conversation was interrupted by Mark.

"Roger's about to do an inappropriate move for the kiddies." He warned. Mimi quickly covered both of the twins' eyes as Roger gave the camera the finger.

"Hey, you deserved it." Roger shot back him. Mark rolled his eyes.

"Nice suit Maureen." Mimi now commented.

"Damn right it is!" Maureen replied back. Everyone began to laugh at her enthusiasm.

"You can take the girl out of Hicksville, but you can't take the Hicksville out of the girl." Mark added in.

"You know I looked good, Marky." Mark laughed and continued to watch.

"Come on you're going to break it!" An upset Mark shouted.

"Happy New Year Mark!" Maureen teased from behind the camera.

"Look this is not my barmitzh, give it back to me." Maureen continued to run down the street with the camera, when suddenly everything went black and it was over.

"After that she dropped it." Mark told everyone. There were small chuckles around the room for a moment, but then it went silent again. No one knew what to say now. Roger looked over at Mimi, seeing she was holding Linda and Nathan close, with tears streaming down her face.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, wiping some of her tears away. Everyone looked over at the crying Mimi.

"It's nothing, it's just time is going by so fast." She held the kids tighter, as if it would stop them from growing up.

"Honey, why don't you let the kids get ready for bed?" He told her, knowing the kids were probably freaked out by their mother's sudden change in mood and that they were tired. She nodded, kissing them both on the cheek and told them she loved them as they walked away.

"Rog, maybe you should-" Collins began.

"Yeah, I know. I was just going to." Roger interrupted him midsentence. Collins nodded.

"Mimi, baby, let's go in our room for a minute." He told her. She nodded, taking his hand as he led her into their room.

"Meems, what is it?" He asked as he sat down next to her on the bed, wiping away more of the tears that rolled down her cheek.

"It's just, I feel myself running out of time. I'm 29 and that's when most people are just starting their lives, and mine is already starting to end. I can't take the fact that I know I won't see my kids graduate High School and College, and get married, and see my grandkids. It kills me so much." She finally broke down into sobs. Roger slowly pulled her into a soothing embrace. He felt the same pain as she did, but hers was more real than his. She was running out of time quicker than he was.

May 21st, 2000

Mark shut the door behind him and Sarah, before grabbing her hand and walking down the street. It was already 6:30 and getting dark, but that didn't matter.

"Are you alright?" He asked as they came to a stop, waiting to cross the street.

"I'm fine." She tried to assure him, but she looked like she was in a daze. He just nodded, not wanting to carry on the subject.

The host rolled his eyes as they walked into the Life Café. They settled at a table in the back, sitting across from each other. Mark was getting more and more nervous every minute they sat there, the silence wasn't a help to the situation.

"Mark, there's something I need to tell you," Sarah began to say, taking his hand across the table, as they were just finishing up their food.

"What is it?" He asked, gripping her hand. She took a deep breath.

"Well you see, I got a big offer, a space where I can own my own bakery, and I took it." She told him. He smiled, but her facial expression stayed the same.

"That's great Sarah! What's wrong with that?" He questioned.

"Well, I have two space options. One is in LA, and the other is in DC…" She explained, trailing off at the end. His face fell and he slowly pulled his hand away.

"Oh" He responded quietly, looking down at his lap.

"Mark, I don't have to do it. It's still early enough to-"

"No," He cut her off. "This is your dream. You've wanted this is your whole life. I would take it if I were you. You deserve it." She looked up at him, seeing the hurt in his eyes.

"Alright," She replied. The rest of the night out was quiet. The small box in Mark's pocket now seemed to weigh ten-hundred pounds.

November 13th, 2001

"Hey honey," Mimi greeted Roger as he walked in. He looked up when he heard her voice.

"Oh, hey Meems," He replied in a tired voice, putting his guitar case down on the floor. He walked over to the old metal table that they still had and sat down, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. Mimi watched him from her spot in the kitchen. She could tell something was wrong. He just came home from work. He was now a guitar teacher and has been for three years.

"Roger, what's wrong?" She asked as she sat down next to him, placing a hand on his back. He looked up, the concerned look on her face made him feel even worse. She thought it was something about him.

"Did you check the voicemail?" He asked back. She looked at him with a confused look on her face, her pale face. "No, what does the voicemail have to do with this?" He let out a deep, long sigh. He'd been thinking of a way to tell her all day.

"Baby, you don't look good," He commented, trying to get what was going on off her mind for a minute.

"I'm fine, just tell me." She lied. She knew she was looking pale, besides that she had not shown her other pains to anyone else.

"Where are the kids?"

"They're at Joanne and Maureen's for the rest of the night. Roger, just tell me." She was becoming impatient.

"Mimi," He began, taking her free hand. "We got a call today, it's still on the answering machine," She looked at him slightly confused, this was all about a phone call?

"Yes, and?"

"It was from the doctor, for you." She closed her eyes, gripping his hand tightly, taking deep breaths.

"Tell me what it said; I'd rather hear whatever it is from you." She told him in a calm voice.

"Your T-cells are getting low. Mimi, baby, you're not okay. And you need to stop pretending you are. Please let people help you." He watched as tears began to roll down her cheek as she nodded. He wrapped her up in his arms and she began to let out a loud sob. He rubbed her back comfortingly while whispering soothing words in her ear.

February 4th, 2002

"Happy Birthday!" The group of bohemians that were all cramped in a tiny room exclaimed. Mimi gave everyone a weak, grateful smile from her spot on the bed. She exchanged quiet thank you's as they all hugged her. Linda and Nathan just sat in the chairs that were next to the bed, pushed against the window with blank expressions on their faces.

"Nate," Nathan looked up to see Collins hand shoving a piece of cake in his face.

"Oh, thanks." He replied, taking the plate out of his hand.

"Happy Birthday, Hermana," Fernando said to his sister as he leaned over and hugged her. She hugged back, as tight as her weak body would let her.

"Thank you, Hermano," She replied as he let go of her. He looked down at her pale face. "You look good Hermana." She looked at him like he was losing his mind.

"Don't lie to me, Fernando," He just took her hand and gave her a smile.

"I never would, Hermana." She smiled and squeezed his hand.

"How are you feeling baby?" Roger asked his wife. Everyone, even the kids, had gone home. Mark took them with him. It was just the two of them now.

"Alright," She replied, their hands locked together. An almost eerie silence filled the room as they sat there.

"I'm 32 years old." Mimi broke the silence. Roger looked over at her, rubbing his thumb against her knuckle.

"Yes, you are," She sighed, squeezing his hand slightly.

"I never would've thought I'd make it this fair." She admitted. He knew that already though, everyone thought the same thing.

"But you did Meems, you did," She looked at him with a broken smile on her face. He brushed some strands of hair that were in her face. She grabbed his hand as it touched her face, replacing it on her chest, over her heart. They sat there with their hands on her chest.

"Please don't ever forget me," She begged, breaking the silence once again. He looked her in eyes.

"I couldn't even if I tried."

July 15th, 2002

Mimi lied in the small hospital bed, paler and thinner than ever. She was attached to more machines and IVs. And she was asleep more of the time than awake.

"Hey honey," She greeted her husband in a weak, scratchy voice as he walked into the room. Roger smiled at her as he pulled a chair right up next to her bed, taking her thin, cold hand in his.

"Hey baby," He replied, leaning over and giving her a small kiss. She flashed him a small smile, showing her appreciation.

"Where are the kids?" She asked.

"They should be here in a minute. They went with Mark." He answered. She nodded as best as she could, showing she understood.

"Hey mom," Linda greeted her mother. Mimi and Roger looked up to see Linda, Nathan, and Mark walking in. Linda grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the other side of Mimi. She sat down, resting her head on the side of the bed. Mimi began to slowly run her fingers through her dirty blonde curls. Nathan took the seat behind Roger, sitting there silently, while Mark stood off the side.

"You're getting so big chica." Linda closed her eyes, taking in her mother's presence. Nathan sat there quietly, watching the scene before him.

"Linda, how about we get something to eat downstairs with Uncle Mark?" Roger suggested to his daughter.

"Okay," She replied, getting up and following the two men out the door. Mimi had a small smile on her face as she watched them leave. She then turned to Nathan, who was still sitting quietly by himself.

"Nate, why don't come sit here with me?" He slowly got up, approaching Mimi, and sitting down in the chair Roger was just sitting in. She took his hand in hers, he looked down. They stayed like that for several minutes.

"Don't be sad, hijo," Mimi told him, breaking the silence. He looked up at her.

"You know I love you, and I'll always be there with you." Tears began to threaten to spill out of his eyes as he sat there, not saying a word. Mimi noticed. "Come here, honey." She told him, letting go of his hand and opening up her arms. He climbed up onto the bed, lying down in her arms. She held him close to her as he began to cry, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Shhh baby, it'll be okay." She whispered to him as he continued to cry.

Twenty minutes later, Mark, Roger, and Linda came back to find a sleeping Mimi and Nathan lying in bed.

"Mark, why don't you go take Linda home?" Roger suggested in a whisper. It was already 9:30 and she was getting tired anyways.

"Alright," Mark agreed.

"Bye daddy," She wrapped her arms around her father's tall figure. Roger bent down and picked her up, wrapping his arms around her.

"Bye sweetie, Love you."

"I love you too, daddy. Tell mommy I said bye." He nodded. "I will." He then put her down and she stood next to Mark, ready to leave.

"Bye man," Roger said to Mark as they exchanged a brotherly hug. "Bye Rog, see you later." Mark replied as they parted.

"Be good for Uncle Mark, okay?" Roger instructed Linda. Linda nodded.

"I will be." She assured him. She took Mark's hand and they left.

Roger sat down in the same seat he was sitting in before, watching the two of them sleep.

The next morning Mimi felt something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes to see Nathan still lying asleep on top of her. She looked over and saw Roger standing in the corner, looking out the window while talking on the phone. Then she noticed Linda sleeping in a chair near Roger. Her eyes were burning from all the light in the room.

"Roger" She choked out in a low, scratchy voice. His head whipped around to see her staring at him.

"Ma, I'll call you back later." He quickly hung up the phone, rushing to Mimi's side.

"What is it?" He questioned worriedly, bent down next to her.

"The lights, it's too bright," She told him weakly. He nodded and sprang up, closing all the blinds and shutting off all the lights except for the lamp that's surrounded by cards and flowers, next to the bed.

"Better?" He asked as sat down in the chair next to the bed. She nodded.

"Yes, you all stayed all night?"

"No, only Nathan and I. Linda went home with Mark but he dropped her off earlier on his way to work and she fell asleep again. She probably made him stay up all night playing a game or watching a movie." She started to laugh, which quickly turned into a cough. He handed her a glass of water. She declined as she calmed down.

"I'm alright," She tried to assure him. He slowly put the water down. Nathan began to toss and turn in her arms before he opened his eyes.

"Morning honey," She said to him as he fidgeted out of her arms and next to her.

"Good morning." He replied in a tired voice.

"Morning buddy," Roger said to him.

"Morning dad, I'm hungry." Mimi and Roger both laughed. "How about I take you and Linda down the street to the diner for breakfast when she wakes up?" Roger suggested.

"Okay," Nathan replied.

Later on that day, Mimi was lying in bed with Linda and Nathan lying with her, Roger pulled up next to the bed.

"Mommy, when are you going to come home?" Linda asked. Mimi and Roger's heads both shot up, looking at her.

"Linda, we talked about this." Roger reminded her in a stern voice.

"I just wanted to know," Linda was confused as to way she couldn't ask. It was an easy question.

"I'm not sure, baby." Mimi told her as she brushed the hair out of Linda's face with her shaky, frail hands. Linda didn't seem satisfied with that answered, but stayed quiet. Just then, the nurse walked in.

"Hello Mrs. Davis, how are you feeling?" She asked Mimi in a kind voice.

"I'm alright," Mimi replied in her scratchy voice. The nurse smiled at her than turned to Roger. "Mr. Davis, could I speak to you outside for a moment?" Roger nodded and got up, following her out. Collins walked in just as they were walking out.

"Hey Meems, hey little people." He greeted them, taking Roger's seat.

"Hey Uncle Collins," Nathan and Linda both said to him.

"Hey Collins," Mimi replied. Collins still wasn't used to the harshness of her voice, but he smiled at her.

"How're you feeling?" He asked, taking her frail hand in his large one. She let out a sigh.

"Okay," He nodded, knowing she was lying, but didn't say anything.

They suddenly heard yelling outside. Mimi closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath and sinking into the pillow. Collins looked down.

"Collins, why don't you take Linda and Nate downstairs to the cafeteria?" Mimi suggested. Collins nodded, getting up.

"Alright," He replied, just as Roger came storming back into the room. He plopped back down on the chair, throwing his head in his hands. He began to cry for the first time ever during this whole ordeal. Collins quickly took the kids out of the room.

Mimi sat there and watched him. She felt useless knowing she couldn't do anything. It made her feel even worse that it was her fault.

He looked up at her, his face all red and his eyes all puffy. They locked eyes, both of them aware of what that outburst meant. He grabbed her hand and held it close to him, sitting like this for minutes.

"Hold me, please." Mimi broke the silence.

"What?"

"Lay with me here and hold me, please. You haven't held me like that in months, please." He nodded, not saying anything as she moved over to make room. He laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. She felt so small and frail in his arms, but she felt secure there.

"Remember what I said on my birthday? About remembering me?" Mimi asked. She felt him nod against her shoulder and mutter "yes" in her ear.

"Please remember that. Please don't ever forget about me." You could hear how she was choking up in her voice.

"I could never forget you, no matter how hard I tried." He whispered into her ear as hot tears began to roll down her cheek.

July 17th, 2002

It happened in the middle of the night, at around 4AM. She kissed her children goodbye earlier that night, as well as her friends. She begged the doctor to let her fall asleep in her husband's arms. It ended up to be the place she took her last breath. Mimi was gone.

"Hello?" Roger took a deep breath.

"Hi Hilda,"

"Roger, it's four in the morning, what is it?" Roger rubbed his forehead, unsure how to word this.

"Hilda, it's about Mimi,"

"What about Mimi?"

"It's just-she's-I don't-" He didn't know how to tell her. So he just sighed and hoped she'd figure it out.

"Oh Roger," He could hear how she was crying and the pain in her voice. "Who else have you told?" She asked.

"Just you so far," He admitted.

"Let me tell Fernando and Rosa, please?"

"Okay," He agreed, that eliminated two people to have to do this with.

"Let me come downtown,"

"Later, it's not save right now." Who knows what could happen right now down in the subway at this time? Especially in Washington Heights where she was, and in the village where they were.

"Alright, goodbye Roger,"

"Bye Hilda." He hung up. One down, at least he got her mother over with. He called Maureen and Joanne next and he got their answering machine, so he just left a message. Then he called Collins.

"Hello?"

"Hey man,"

"Hey, what's up?"

"She's gone." Roger finally blurted out. The first time he'd actually said it. Collins stayed quiet for a minute, at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry man," He finally said. "Do you want me to come get you? I was up before you called." He actually wasn't lying about it. He didn't sleep often.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm gonna call the loft now. I'll be in the waiting in the waiting room," Roger told him.

"Alright, I'll be there in 15 minutes."

"Okay, bye." He hung up the phone, then dialing the loft.

"Hello?" He heard a tired, groggy Mark answer.

"Hey Mark,"

"Oh, hey, what is it?" Mark sat up, suddenly alert.

"It's-it's over." Roger told him. His voice was low as he spoke. Mark wasn't sure how to respond.

"I'm sorry," That was all he could think of.

"I'm coming home soon. Collins is getting me,"

"Okay, well bye."

"Bye." Roger hung up the phone one last time before going to the waiting room. He would call everyone else in the morning. Now he was wondering how he would tell Linda and Nathan.

He was silent the whole way home. When they got to the loft it was six, and Mark, Maureen, and Joanne were all sitting around. They looked up at them when they heard them come in. Joanne was the first one to get up. She hugged him tight and told him "sorry", he was afraid that he was going to be hearing that a lot the next few days. Next was Mark, who did basically the same as Joanne. Than it was Maureen, who threw her arms around him and began to sob uncontrollable. He finally broke down for the first time since it happened with her.

Mimi's mother kept her word on coming and was there by 7:30. Most of the time they all sat there in silence while Roger made more calls to people. At ten, Nathan walked out of his room, not even noticing all the people there.

"Nate," Roger called his son. Nathan looked over at him.

"Dad? You're home?" He was confused; Roger had spent almost every night at the hospital. He then noticed all the people there. "Why is everyone here?" He questioned.

"What do you want to eat, buddy?" Roger asked him, ignoring all of his questions.

"Captain Crunch," He replied, not even caring that Roger was ignoring his questions. Everyone looked at him with pitiful eyes, he had no idea what had happened. Roger made him his breakfast and set him up at the table. Roger sat there next to him and watched him eat his cereal.

At 10:30 Linda came out. She did notice everyone there but it didn't faze her. What did was the fact that Roger was home for once.

"Daddy?" Roger turned around and saw her standing behind him.

"Hey Lin, what do you want to eat?" He asked her, getting up and going to the kitchen area.

"Captain Crunch," She told him, sitting in the chair that he was just sitting in. He made her bowl of cereal and placed it in front of her, sitting down across from them.

"Dad, why is everyone here?" Nathan asked again, finished with his breakfast.

"I need to tell you two something," He told them, still ignoring the question. Linda looked up.

"What is it, daddy?" She asked, shoving a spoon full of cereal into her mouth. Roger sighed not knowing where to even begin.

"Remember how mom would always tell you stories about our friend Angel?" They nodded. "And you remember when she told you that she's in heaven?" They nodded again.

"Mommy said that we can't see her, but she can still see us and that she's watching over us. She said that she's in a better place now because she was very sick but now she can be happy" Linda replied. Roger nodded, this was one of the hardest things he's ever done. He looked over and saw Collins getting choked up.

"Yeah, that's right," He took a deep breath. "Well, you see, mommy went to go be with Angel during the night." The room filled with silence.

"Mommy died?" Linda questioned.

"Well, yes, she did." Another pause, after a moment Linda broke down into a loud sob. Roger rushed to her side while Nathan got up and stomped over into his room, locking the door.

"Nathan!" Roger called after him with Linda wrapped in his arms. It was no use.

"Roger, sweetie, just let him be for a while." Hilda told him. He drew his attention back to Linda, sitting down on the chair and holding her tight. He tried to whisper soothing words to her, but in the end he just ended up breaking down himself, sitting there and crying with her. Everyone else in the room was quiet, not saying a word.

"Nathan, could you please let me in?" Roger begged from the other side of the door. Nathan has had himself locked up in his room for over an hour now.

"No! I want mommy!" Roger sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Come on Nate," Roger continued to beg.

"No! Go away!"

"Nathan, if you don't open this door I will ram it down." He threatened, but that only caused him to hear crying from the other side of the door. He sighed and leaned against the door frame until the door suddenly opened. Roger stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Nathan was curled up in a ball with his blanket wrapped around himself on his bed. Roger sat down at the end of the bed.

"What is it?" Nathan asked, hoping he would leave soon.

"Nate, you can't just keep yourself locked up in here all day,"

"I want mommy." He then broke down into a sob again. Roger watched him helplessly. He pulled him onto his lap.

"I know you do. I do too, and so does everyone else but she's not here anymore. She was very sick, you know that." Roger was trying to convince himself that too actually. He hoped that if he kept saying that that he'll actually believe it. Nathan just continued to cry as Roger held him close.

July 19th, 2002

The wake was yesterday and today is the funeral. It was a very slow and painful experience. It was only 10:00AM and it felt like they had already gone through a long day. Everyone was at the church now, waiting for the ceremony to start.

"We are gathered here today not because of the death of Mimi Davis, but to celebrate her life," The priest began. "To celebrate her life and what she meant to us. Whether it'd be a friend, daughter, sister, wife, mother, or co-worker, she was a part of all our lives in one way or another. And that's why we're here. Mimi was someone who truly lived her life to the fullest, a very happy, kind, and caring person." Roger wasn't very religious, but the priest was definitely getting through to him about Mimi.

"Why don't we all live like that? There's so much bad in this world, why can't we just all be kind to one another? Take life one day at a time and not dwell on the past, nor totally focusing on the future. This woman truly had a wonderful way of looking at life and living."

After the ceremony and burial were over, everyone headed over to the Life for lunch.

"Remember the first time we all went here together?" Maureen mused, thinking about it. That caused everyone else in the group of friends to think.

"It was almost thirteen years ago now." Mark replied.

"I can't believe it," Collins stated, thinking the last few years over. He looked over at Nathan, Linda, and Lauren (Maureen and Joanne's daughter) along with all the kids from Roger's family, playing at a separate table from theirs. "So much has happened." He added.

"You've got that right," Roger muttered as he took a sip of his beer. The group of friends sat at one end of the table, while Roger's family sat in the middle and Mimi's at the other end.

Roger became very deep in thought, thinking over the past thirteen years and everything that had happened.

July 19th, 2002 11:00PM

Mark had had himself locked up in his room again for yet another night. He was working on a new project that wasn't for work for once. He finally realized what time it was and decided to eat something.

When he left his room, the loft was dark, except for a glow coming from the other side of the room. He walked over there to find Roger sitting right in front of the TV, which was playing one of the home video's Mark took years ago.

"Finally got all the gifts and balloons inside," Roger informed Mimi, who he had is arms around. She smiled and leaned up, giving him a small kiss.

"Thank you, honey," It was the day Mimi and the twins came home from the hospital.

"Anything for you." You could see her roll her eyes at his cliché response.

"Focus in on new parents Roger and Mimi, who are ignoring the fact that their children are still on the kitchen table." Mark narrated from behind the camera, filming the couple's moment.

"Mark, if you don't get the camera out of my face right now-" Roger began, Mark quickly walked away from them. He focused his attention on the twins.

"Here's Linda and Nathan, it's their first day home, and as we can see, Nate is already making himself at home," He narrated, referring to the fact that Nathan had fallen asleep.

"Roger?" Roger whipped his head around.

"Oh hey," He replied once he saw it was just Mark. Mark walked over and sat down on the floor next to him.

"Miss Linda Davis, care to say anything to the camera?" Mark asked her, zooming in on her face. The infant just stared at him with wonder. He laughed a zoomed out just as Mimi came over and picked her up out of her carrier.

"Hey baby, is Uncle Mark already bothering you with his camera?" She asked the newborn in a sappy voice as she picked her up. Linda just stared at her mother and Mimi laughed, holding the baby close to her.

Mark looked over at Roger, who had a grin spread across his face.

"She was always so happy," Roger spoke up.

"Yeah," Mark agreed, Mimi was honestly one of the happiest people he had ever come across. She took life has it came.

"Even when she got sick." Roger added, his face falling and continuing to watch the video.

"You know I'm right here, right?" Mark commented. Mimi rolled her eyes. "Yes Mark, I have noticed you haven't left yet." Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, Mimi laughed again.

"Alright kids, that's enough," Roger interjected.

"I really miss her." Roger spoke up again. Mark looked over at him again.

"I know you do,"

"It's just hard, Mark." Mark nodded. The only thing he can relate it to was when Sarah left for Washington D.C., but that wasn't even close to how Roger could possibly feeling. Roger and Mimi were the ones for each other. True soul mates, they were with each other until it was her time to go. He had never witness a love as true as theirs.

They sat there in silence, continuing to watch. It went to the next video that was on the tape.

"Nathan, would you please eat something?" Roger begged, sitting in front of his highchair, trying to feed the one year old. Nathan just giggled. "Oh, you think it's funny?" Nathan giggled even more. Roger couldn't help but smile.

"I sure think it's funny." Mark said from behind his camera. Roger and Nathan both turned to see Mimi, Sarah, and Mark, who was filming, watching the scene before them.

"She was always laughing at me because whenever I feed one of them, because they always threw up on me," He told Mark with a small chuckle. Everything Mimi did seemed to make him smile.

"Oh yeah, it's so funny," Mimi laughed as she watched her husband's failed attempt at trying to feed their sons.

"Honey, do you want me to do it?" She offered. He shook his head. "No, I can do it," He turned back to Nathan. "Nate, open up for the train" Nate shook his head, disgusted at the pea baby food. Roger let out a frustrated sigh, while Nathan continued to giggle.

Roger was totally focused on the video. This was all he had left. The only way he could see her in action now.

"Good job, buddy," Roger said to him as he got up to throw the small container out. "See, I told you all I could do it," He turned to face everyone only to see Mimi and Sarah were now watching TV and Mark was still filming.

"Nathan, how do you feel about your feeding?" Mark asked Nathan. Nathan just looked at the camera and started giggling again. Mark smiled and then continued to speak.

"Looks like he had a torturous experience, really awful," Roger rolled his eyes as he picked Nathan up and went over to the couch, sitting down next to Mimi.

Mark kept looking over to see Roger's reaction. He was usually smiling or chuckling or just a straight face. These videos were easily making him go from happy to sad in a second. He knew that Roger would be up all night watching these.

January 9th, 2008

"Has anyone seen my shoe?" A 15 year old Nathan shouted.

"No," Everyone shouted back. He groaned and continued to look around for it.

"Aunt Maureen, do I look okay?" Maureen turned around to see Linda's big brown eyes staring at her.

"Yes, you look beautiful sweetie," She said, brushing her dirty blonde locks behind her ear.

"I still can't find my shoe!" Nathan exclaimed, running around frantically.

"Just put on another pair of nice shoes!" Roger shouted back to him.

"I don't have another!" Roger sighed, shaking his head.

"Nathan, sweetheart, we're going to be late," Joanne told him. "Just give me a minute! I need my shoe!" He continued to run around the loft. Until finally, ten minutes later, he found it.

"Come on, come on, we're going to be late!" Maureen pushed everyone out of the loft and down the stairs.

"How're you doing, man?" Roger asked Mark, who was pacing back and forth in the small room.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," He said over and over again. Roger and Collins looked over at each other with smirks on their faces.

"I wonder if he's fine," Collins leaned over to Roger, teasing Mark.

"I think he might be, but I'm not too sure." Roger replied back.

"Is this necessary?" Mark asked them, referring to the teasing.

"Is this necessary?" Roger questioned back, referring to the pacing. Mark just rolled his eyes at him.

Everyone rose as "Here Comes the Bride" began to play. Mark looked down the aisle to see Sarah, all dressed up in white coming towards with a huge smile on her face, one on his to match. Sarah had come back in 2005, and the two built their relationship back together and were now getting married.

Sarah took Mark's hands in hers when she arrived. They hand the biggest smiles on their faces as the rabbi began to speak.

"Remember when we were kids and we used to play football in your backyard, and one day, I kicked the ball and it broke your neighbor's window?" Roger said as everyone sat around the table at the reception.

"Yes, I do. You ran like fucking hell all the way back to your house." Mark replied, laughing at the memory.

"You should've seen what all the trouble me and him got into when we were younger," Roger said to Sarah and his kids.

"I could only imagine." Sarah replied. Everyone laughed again.

"Forget when you were kids, you two still do stupid things now." Maureen joined in.

"Yeah dad, was building that indoor mini play-thing a good idea when we were seven?" Linda reminded him.

"I was trying to do something nice!" He tried defended himself.

"All of us and mom were laughing for weeks." Linda continued on, everyone laughing.

"Oh my god, Mimi called me that night telling me all about it. I woke up Lauren from laughing so hard." Maureen added. Roger glared at her.

"It wasn't that funny," He continued to try to defend himself, but was failing horribly.

"It was, actually." He rolled his eyes.

"Mazal tov!" Everyone shouted as they threw rice at Mark and Sarah as they left. They waved goodbye from inside the car and it drove away.

"Well we've got to go," Joanne said as she began to hug everyone goodbye.

"Yeah, us too," Roger added, exchanging hugs with everyone.

"See you all later." Collins said to everyone.

"God dad, you and Uncle Mark still have all these old tapes?" Linda said as she looked through the box, sitting on the couch, in her pajamas.

"Don't mess with them, they're old home movies," Roger told her. She then became very curious.

"Can we watch them?" She asked. He looked over at her.

"I guess," She smiled and picked out one, going over to the TV and putting it in the old VCR that now had a DVD player sitting on top of it. Then she returned back to her spot on the couch next to Nathan, who now had Roger sitting on the other side of them.

"Roger get in here, the ball is going to drop soon!" They heard Mimi's voice fill the room. She was yelling at Roger, who was in the bathroom.

"In a minute!" He shouted back.

"I remember this," Nathan said, thinking back. "This was New Year's Eve 1999 going into 2000."

They saw Roger sit back down next to Mimi, with Linda and Nathan right next to her.

"Nice going dad, could you imagine if you missed it?" Linda commented.

"I'd keep your mouth shut, young lady." She flashed him a smile and focused back at the TV.

"…Five, four, three, two, one!" Once the countdown was over, all the couples had their lips attached to their significant other's. Once that was done, they all exchanged hugs as Dick Clark made a speech about the significance of the new year, the new decade, the new century, and the new millennium.

"I can't believe we were only seven when this happened," Nathan spoke up again.

"I know, right? At least we can remember, and have these as a reminder." Linda responded. Roger smiled as he heard them talking.

"Mommy, who's that lady next to Collins?" Seven year old Nathan asked. Mimi looked down at him. "That's our old friend, Angel. Remember, I've told you stories about her." She explained to him, his green eyes filled with wonder.

"Ooooh, she's pretty. She's in heaven now, right?"

"Isn't she? Yeah, she would've loved to meet you," She continued to tell her son. He just nodded and continued to watch the video. You could see Collins smiling in the background.

"Mom used to love talking about Angel," Linda commented. Nathan nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, she would tell us stories all the time about her."

"Nice pants Mimi. Why don't you wear stuff like that more often?" Maureen commented. Mimi rolled her eyes as there were slight chuckles around the room.

"This image scarred me for life, to be honest." Nathan said, remembering. Roger laughed.

"I could think of other things that you could've seen that would've scarred you worse,"

"Dad!" Linda shouted. Roger laughed again.

"Roger's about to do an inappropriate move for the kiddies." Mark warned. Mimi quickly covered both of the twins' eyes as Roger gave the camera the finger.

"Hey, you deserved it." Roger shot back him. Mark rolled his eyes.

"I bet mom would still cover our eyes now." Nathan commented. All three of them laughed. Nathan and Linda loved to talk about their mother.

"Nice suit Maureen." Mimi now commented.

"Damn right it is!" Maureen replied back. Everyone began to laugh at her enthusiasm.

"You can take the girl out of Hicksville, but you can't take the Hicksville out of the girl." Mark added in.

"You know I looked good, Marky." Mark laughed and continued to watch.

"Come on you're going to break it!" An upset Mark shouted.

"Happy New Year Mark!" Maureen teased from behind the camera.

"Look this is not my barmitzh, give it back to me." Maureen continued to run down the street with the camera, when suddenly everything went black and it was over.

"After that she dropped it." Mark told everyone. There were small chuckles around the room for a moment, but then it went silent again.

It seemed that after that, Mark turned off the camera. Then another image appeared on the screen. It was Mimi in a hospital bed with everyone around her. It was her birthday, 2002, her last birthday.

"Happy Birthday!" The group of bohemians that were all cramped in a tiny room exclaimed. Mimi gave everyone a weak, grateful smile from her spot on the bed. She exchanged quiet thank you's as they all hugged her.

"Happy Birthday, Hermana," Fernando said to his sister as he leaned over and hugged her. She hugged back, as tight as her weak body would let her.

"Thank you, Hermano," She replied as he let go of her. He looked down at her pale face. "You look good Hermana." She looked at him like he was losing his mind.

"Don't lie to me, Fernando," He just took her hand and gave her a smile.

"I never would, Hermana." She smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I remember Uncle Fernando flew over just for her," Linda mused quietly.

They watched Roger feed Mimi her cake, not that she couldn't do it herself at the time, but because she wanted him to. They shared loving smiles between them. Linda and Nathan always watched their parents' relationship, noting how close they were and how loving they always were to each other.

"I'm sorry but visiting hours are over, everyone but the immediate family has to leave." A nurse came in and told them. Everyone began to pack up and say goodbye to Mimi, hugging and kissing her while she had a weak smile on her face and thanked everyone, then the screen went black. The three of them just sat there in silence.

"I miss her," Linda broke the silence.

"I do too," Nathan agreed.

"So do I." Roger added. Linda looked over at her father.

"Dad, can you tell us the story about how you and mom met again?" Linda asked him, her big brown eyes were identical to Mimi's.

"Yeah, of course," He said. And he began to tell them of the story of the night from 18 years before. It was the night that changed his life forever. He was sure he would never forget one detail about that night.

The End

I am so sorry for being so late on this. I know I said I'd put it up before break was over but I didn't realize how long it was going to take. I also did not realize how long it would be. It's 26 pages on Word and 10,800 words exactly. I made the last day January 9th because I felt weird that now it wouldn't be on December 24th like Mimi and Roger's wedding. I'm sad to see this end, I've been working on this "series" since October and I can't believe it's over. I want to thank you all for reading and reviewing. I kind of want to take a little poll, do you guys think I should write a Mark and OC story next or another Mimi and Roger? Because I have an idea for both but I don't know which one to start. I would just like to say thank you all again. And please review for one final time.