A/N: I love love love Roger/Mimi. (: They're my favorite. Anyway, I adore the idea of Roger as a dad.

Roger strummed the first strains of his favorite song by The Who, but stopped when he heard a loud, boisterous noise he had become all too accustomed to: his child crying. "Coming, Alicia."

Mimi had had their child two months ago. They had named her after Mimi's mother. She was beautiful, but she had a tendency to be a little dramatic. A bit like her mother, Roger joked.

He picked her out of her crib and carried her to the window ledge. Sitting down, he placed her on his knee. She looked up at him with her gigantic brown eyes and he said, "You know, Leesh, I wrote a song about your mom's eyes. They look exactly like yours."

Alicia blinked.

"Yeah. I know. You totally understand what I'm saying. Well, as long as I'm talking, we need to have a little chat about the do's and do not's of life." He took a breath. "Number one on the list: Heroin. It's bad. Don't do it, ever. In your life. Or your mother and I will personally kill The Man, and then you. And we really don't want to do that. Number two."

Roger held up two fingers like a peace sign, and Alicia grabbed his index finger. "Number two," he continued, kissing his daughter on her forehead, "is Daddy's guitar. I love you to death, honey; I really honestly do, but if you touch my guitar I will… be very, very, very upset. Anyway. Numero tres, there's this guy your mom and I and Uncle Mark know, and his name is Benjamin Coffin the third. You, Alicia Angel Davis, will have nothing, I repeat, nothing to do with him. He might come around a time or two to collect rent, but you will lock the door. He might call us to 'check up', but you will not answer. He is Public Enemy Number One."

"Public Enemy Number One, huh?"

Roger swiveled around, clutching Alicia to his chest. "You… are home early, honey!"

Mimi smirked. "I sure am. My AP Comp class got out early because the teacher's daughter was sick and she needed to go home. Looks like my little girl's been getting an education, though." She walked over and picked up Alicia, who cooed and waved her tiny fists at her mother. "Hey babe! Did Daddy teach you all about life's little twists and turns?"

Alicia stared.

"Good for him. Did he also tell you that he can be a moron about his guitar sometimes?"

"Okay, I think she's had enough of learning today." Roger scooped the baby out of Mimi's hands, glared at Mimi, and returned his daughter to her crib.