Mommy

A/N: This is the SECOND story in the "Mommy Trilogy" (such a great name, I know). Each story is different and has something to do with Motherhood in some way, shape or form.

Chapter 1:

Maureen stood in the kitchen making herself some coffee. Sunlight streamed through the window.

She felt someone's arms around her waist and Joanne sang in her ear, "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Maureen. Happy birthday to you." Maureen groaned. "What's wrong?"

"I feel old," Maureen answered.

"You're twenty five! I'm twenty-nine!" Maureen turned around and leaned against the counter.

"Well, then you're really old," she said simply. Joanne scowled.

"I cannot believe that you just called me old!"

Maureen leaned over and whispered in Joanne's ear, "What are you going to do…punish me?" Maureen bolted past Joanne and into the next room. The lawyer followed after her. She grabbed the diva around the waist and pulled her closer. Joanne left a trail of kisses down Maureen's jaw and neck.

"No, I just won't give you your present," the lawyer said between kisses.

"You didn't have to give me anything."

"I know, but this is something for both of us." Maureen smiled suggestively.

"Oh really?"

"God, is all you think about sex?" Maureen turned around and snaked her arms around Joanne's neck.

"Yeah, just about. Like right now, I'm thinking about-" Joanne cut Maureen off with a kiss.

"Later, I promise. Right now, I want to give you your present." Joanne broke free of Maureen's grip and picked up a thick manila envelope on the coffee table. "Here, these are the adoption papers. All we have to do is go down to the orphanage." Maureen's face lit up.

"No way! When can we go down?"

"I took off work tomorrow, so we can go tomorrow." Maureen squealed and threw her arms around Joanne's neck.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Maureen then kissed Joanne on the lips. She was going to be a Mommy!

Later that evening, there was a birthday celebration for Maureen at the loft. It was just the five Bohemians. Collins was still teaching at MIT for another two weeks.

"Okay, Joanne and I have an announcement to make," Maureen said with slightly slurred words. "The adoption papers for us came through!"

"So you'll be adopted by a poor family and leave us the hell alone?" Roger asked. He was clearly drunk. Maureen flicked the rocker off. Everyone else found this hilarious. Maureen scowled.

"No, we're going to go down to look at adopting a little girl."

"I'm so happy for you!" Mimi exclaimed as she got up to give both Maureen and Joanne a hug. Mark and Roger were happy for the girls, but had a few too many drinks so they were too drunk to really show it.

Maureen barely remembered Joanne taking her home and getting her to bed. All she knew was the second she opened her eyes she had a pounding headache. Somehow, she managed to stumbled out to the front room and collapsed on the couch.

"Here, take these," Joanne said in a gentle voice as she handed Maureen a glass of water and some aspirin. Maureen took the pills and rested her head in Joanne's lap.

"How much did I drink last night?"

"I honestly lost count." Maureen groaned and buried her face in Joanne's thigh. "We have an appointment at 2:30 today."

"Great, what time is it now?"
"12:25." Maureen squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the aspirin to kick in. Slowly, her pounding headache subsided, and she had to get up and become a fully functional human being.