Disclaimer – I own nothing of RENT, except Isabel, Tiffany, Jasmine and the triplets at the very end of the story. Everything else belongs to the wonderful Jonathon Larson. 'Nuff said.

A/N: After watching the movie RENT for the millionth time, I came up with this story.

Summary: AU: Roger's life with his new wife, through the birth of their triplets to the death of a good friend. Roger/OC. One or two shot. Takes place in 2009. Rated T, but has an M-rated scene.

Genre: Drama/None

Rating: T

CHAPTER ONE
(chapter title – New Beginnings)

"Isabel, can I talk to you for a minute?" Roger inquired, coming into the bedroom. Isabel was lying in bed, five months pregnant with the couple's first child. Isabel looked so beautiful – she had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. They had met at the grocery store and had been inseparable ever since.

"Sure, sweetheart." Isabel told her husband, sitting up in bed. Roger sat on the edge of the bed and looked lovingly at his wife. He took both her hands in his, gently massaging them. Isabel was on bed-rest for the remainder of her full-term pregnancy, due to her having a miscarriage and a stillborn son three years ago.

"You know I'm going to Santa Fe for a while, right?"

"I know. I want to go with you."

"I know you do, honey, but I'm not sure traveling right now would be the best for you, with the baby coming and all."

"Honey, the baby's not due for another four months – I've been reading in my baby books that it's okay for me to travel in my condition."

"Sweetie, I won't be gone long – like a week to two weeks. Plus, there's nothing really to do in Santa Fe."

"Then why are you going?" Isabel inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm playing a gig with a friend of mine's son that I met there a long time ago."

"Promise me you won't cheat on me."

"I promise – you're the only girl for me." Roger kissed Isabel's cheek, looking lovingly at his wife.

"Call me as soon as you get there." Isabel reminded her husband.

"I will – don't worry." Roger promised, blowing her a kiss from the doorway before heading out the door.

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Isabel was resting, hands on her stomach when she heard someone enter the loft. Lifting her head off the pillow, she saw Mark and his family – wife Tiffany and ten-year-old daughter Jasmine – standing at the end of her bed. Opening her eyes, she smiled at them.

"Hi Cohen's." Isabel whispered, adjusting her position. Tiffany rushed to help her sit up. "Thanks." Isabel thanked her friend.

"You're welcome." Tiffany told her, smiling.

"I picked you these, aunt Isabel." Jasmine indicated to the flowers on the bedside table.

"They're beautiful – thank you, sweetie."

"Any word from Roger?" Mark asked as Jasmine played with Felix – Isabel's 15-year-old black cat. Minx – the younger female tabby – batted at Jasmine's jeans, meowing loudly.

"Yeah – he's arrived and he misses me. He told me to tell you guys, Maureen and Joanne 'hi' and give hugs." Isabel informed the others.

"That was nice of him." Tiffany said, looking at her watch. "Isabel, it's time for your ultrasound appointment."

Isabel nodded and with Mark and Tiffany's help, got out of bed and waddled to the door. Jasmine was comfortable staying at the loft by herself.

At the appointment, it was discovered that Isabel wasn't carrying one baby, but three. Isabel nearly fainted when she saw the pictures on the screen.

"I'll print out the picture to show the proud daddy." The OBGYN told Isabel. Isabel nodded and looked at the picture of the triplets.

"Can you tell if they're boys, girls, or one of each?" Isabel inquired.

"Looks like you're having two girls and a boy." The OBGYN said, smiling.

"I can't wait to tell Roger." Isabel told Mark and Tiffany as they exited the hospital.

"He's going to be thrilled." Mark told her, opening the car door for her.

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Two weeks later, Roger arrived home from Santa Fe – bearing gifts for everyone. To celebrate his homecoming, there was a cookout at Mark and Tiffany's place. Isabel beamed when she saw her husband standing talking with Mark, Maureen and Joanne.

"Hi honey." Isabel greeted her husband. He turned around and looked at his wife. She had gotten more beautiful since the last time he had seen her.

"Sweetheart, it's so good to see you again." Roger told her, carefully hugging his wife. When he broke out of the hug, he noticed her stomach was three times as big as it was before he left.

"Triplets – two girls and a boy." Isabel said, taking him aside. Roger kissed her passionately and gently kissed her stomach.

THE RATED M PART – beginning

Later that night, both of them were getting ready for bed when Isabel started crying. Roger rushed to his wife's side and took her in his arms.

"Shh, baby, shh. It's okay." Roger soothed, his hands rubbing Isabel's back while she sobbed. After half an hour, Isabel calmed down.

"I'm sorry about that – my hormones are out of control." Isabel apologized, feeling Roger slip a hand up her shirt and unfasten her bra.

"No need to apologize." Roger told her, lifting Isabel's shirt over her head and discarded it. He brought a breast to his mouth and gently suckled on the nipple, his hands on Isabel's stomach, feeling the babies move beneath his hands. Drawing the breast out of his mouth, he lifted Isabel onto his lap and watched as she unbuttoned his shirt and watch it slide off his shoulders. Roger kissed her again, his hands sliding down her stomach and unfastened her jeans, placing his right hand between her legs while his left encircled her, drawing her closer to him. Isabel kissed him back and removed his jeans, feeling him harden and lengthen against her thigh.

"Be gentle." Isabel told her husband, lying on her back. Roger nodded and gently went inside her, being careful of the babies.

THE RATED M PART – end

"Hon, are you sure we should be doing this?" Isabel whispered between kisses. Roger looked up at her from where he was and sighed.

"What do you mean if we should be doing this?" Roger asked, resting his head on her swollen stomach. He could hear the moving of the triplets beneath Isabel's stomach.

"I don't want to hurt the babies or me." Isabel pointed out, lying on her back. Roger was next to her in a heartbeat, his warm body against hers.

"I understand, sweetness." Roger told her, kissing her forehead.

"Roger, can we talk for a moment before we go to bed?" Isabel inquired.

"Of course, dove." Roger answered, stroking her cheek with his finger.

"I want to talk about baby names – I was looking through my baby name books and I found two first names and three middle names that I love."

"Name away."

"I was thinking for first names Zoë and Roseanna. The middle names I like are Grace, Joy and Faith."

"What about Sara – I've always loved that name. Plus, it was my sister's name – she died a year ago and I would love to keep it in the family."

"Sure, sweetie – I totally understand." Isabel told him, kissing his bare chest.

"What about Sara Joy and Roseanna Grace?" Roger suggested, gently rubbing Isabel's shoulders.

"I love it."

"For our son, I was thinking Paul David – what do you think?" Roger inquired.

"After my brother?" Isabel asked, feeling tears in her eyes. Her brother had been killed in Iraq two years ago. Roger simply nodded and kissed Isabel's temple and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

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Four months later, Isabel went in for an emergency C-section and delivered three healthy and perfect babies. The little boy, Paul David, was born first, followed by Roseanna Grace. Lastly, little Sara Joy, was born. Isabel held the two little girls while Roger held his son.

After a while, the babies were placed in basinets and wheeled to the nursery while Isabel was checked into a room.

Roger smiled as he watched his friends hold his children. Mark and Tiffany were holding Roseanna; Maureen and Joanne were holding Paul, while Sam – Roger's friend from Santa Fe – held Sara.

"They're all so beautiful." Maureen whispered, tears in her eyes, as she put Paul back in the basinet.

"I agree." Tiffany spoke up, not looking up from holding Roseanna.

"Where's Jasmine?" Roger inquired.

"At a friend's house – she'll be by later." Mark answered.

That night, Roger stayed in the NICU with Sara, who turned out couldn't breathe on her own and was instantly put on a breathing machine. He looked down at his daughter, wrapped in a pink blanket, her hand closed around his finger.

"You're so perfect, Sara." Roger whispered, looking down at her information.

IT'S A GIRL!

NAME – Sara Joy Davis
BIRTHDAY – June 21st, 2009
WEIGHT – Five pounds, four ounces
LENGTH – Fourteen inches
PARENTS – Roger & Isabel Davis

Two weeks later, Roger and Isabel brought the babies home for the first time. As a couple, they had decided to paint the nursery yellow. As for what color each of the babies were was a different story, but for the girls, their colors were light green and pink. For the little boy, they decided on blue, since it was a neutral color.

"Welcome home, babies." Isabel told her children as she and Roger put them in the nursery. Roger took a moment to look around the nursery – it had been Mark's old room. The walls were painted light yellow with a green, pink and blue striped rug on the floor in the middle of the room. Three white cribs were on the far end of the room, while the changing table, dresser with clothes and diapers and a toy basket was on the other end. Roger's favorite thing in the room was the white whicker rocking chair pushed against the large window. He had inherited the chair from his grandmother when she passed away, so it had a special spot in Roger's heart.

The overhead light had been replaced with softer lighting, which was probably better on the babies.

"It's perfect." Isabel told her husband as she sat in the rocking chair. Roger sat in the squishy purple armchair next to the rocking chair and held Isabel's hands.

"You're perfect." Roger told her, kissing both her hands.

"We need to add the triplet's bracelets to the baby book your parents got us." Isabel reminded her husband. Roger nodded and carefully removed Sara and Paul's bracelets while Isabel removed Roseanna's. The babies continued to sleep as Roger and Isabel worked on the baby book. Isabel fell asleep in the armchair, so Roger picked her up and carried her to the room next door – their room, then went back to the nursery to set up the baby monitor.

Once the monitor was set up, Roger read a baby book when soft crying distracted him. Ignoring it, he continued reading the book – it told him not to tend to a softly crying baby, only if the baby was screaming at the top of its lungs, then should you tend to it.

"WAAAAH!" one of the babies screamed, making Roger jump. He raced to the nursery and checked what baby was crying – it was Sara. Roger picked her up and checked to see if she was wet. Carrying her to the changing table, Roger carefully changed Sara's diaper. He nearly passed out from the odor coming from the diaper.

"Okay, sweetie, let's get you cleaned up." Roger told the baby, getting a fresh diaper, keeping a firm hand on Sara's stomach. He then decided that Sara needed a fresh outfit, so he got one that would fit her. Once that was done, Roger changed the diaper, humming a nonsense tune.

Once Sara was done, Roger put her in the crib near the door and placed her on her stomach. Just as he was about to exit the room, one of the other babies cried – this time, it was Paul.

"I'm coming little man." Roger told his son, going to the crib next to Sara's. Once Paul was changed, Roger kissed his son's forehead and exited the room when Roseanna's piercing cry greeted his ears.

Finally, all the babies were fed and changed, Roger collapsed into an armchair and closed his eyes. He was about to fall asleep when there was a knock on the door. He got up from out of the chair and went to answer the door. Standing on the other side of the door, were Roger's parents – Irene and Michael Davis.

"Mom, dad – it's great to see you." Roger told his parents, hugging them.

"It's great to see you again, sweetie." Irene told her son, looking around.

"Isabel's sleeping and has been for the past half hour." Roger said, leading them to the kitchen.

"Could we see our grandkids?" Michael inquired.

"Sure, except their sleeping." Roger answered.

"Can I fix you something to eat?" Irene asked, looking through the refrigerator.

"I'm not hungry, but thanks." Roger said, going to the armchair and sat down again. He was out like a light within seconds.

Excited talking greeted Roger's eyes twenty minutes later. He knew that Isabel's parents – Marco and Rebecca – had entered the loft.

"Roger, honey – wake up." Isabel whispered in Roger's ear. Roger opened his eyes and saw two sets of parents sitting on the couch, staring at him.

"Hey everyone." Roger greeted them, his voice hoarse.

"Why don't you two go to bed – Isabel's parents, your mother and I can take care of the triplets." Michael offered.

"Okay – would you guys like to meet them?" Roger inquired. All the grandparents nodded and followed Roger to the nursery.

"This is Sara, Paul and Roseanna." Roger introduced the infants to their grandparents. Roger laughed when he watched the grandparents trying to restrain themselves from picking up their grandchildren. "Okay – you can hold them."

"Who gets to hold which baby?" Marco inquired.

"Take turns – I'm gonna go take a nap." Roger told the grandparents, exiting the nursery and walked to the master bedroom. He saw Isabel sleeping peacefully. Roger smiled and climbed in next to her, gathering her in his arms, as if he would never let her go.

"I love you Isabel Maria Carina Anita Juanita-" Roger purred in Isabel's ear. She then sat up and looked at him as though he were crazy. "What?"

"That's not my full name." Isabel told him, her voice hoarse.

"What is your full name then?" Roger asked, propping himself on his elbow.

"My full name is Isabel Juanita Anna Carina Maria Consuelous-Davis." Isabel corrected him, covering his bare chest with kisses.

"My full name is Roger Adam Edward Davis." Roger said, rubbing Isabel's arm up and down with his palm.

"How is it that you have two middle names and I have four?" Isabel questioned, resting her head on Roger's shoulder.

"I was named after my grandfathers. What about you?"

"I don't know where half the names came from." Isabel joked, placing a hand under Roger's jaw and drew him close to her. Roger climbed on top of her and instantly started kissing her neck and worked his way down.

Isabel ended up falling asleep a few minutes later. Roger stayed awake and observed his sleeping wife. He watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she took, her strawberry-blond hair flowing over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her hands were under her head in a praying position.

Roger gently turned his wife over and looked down at her as she slept. He saw the scar from the C-section and gently kissed it. Moving his eyes over her body, he gently kissed between her legs and each of her thighs. Working his way down, he saw a scar on her knee, then remembered her telling him that she had knee surgery when she injured her knee playing soccer.

Roger laid back down and gathered Isabel in his arms, afraid to let her go. He kissed her temple, whispered 'I love you' in her ear and fell asleep. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

The next morning, Roger turned over on his side and felt Isabel's side of the bed empty. Sitting up, he saw that he was alone in the bedroom and looking down, saw that he was naked.

Getting out of bed, he threw on some clothes and exited the room. He saw Isabel's and his parents feeding the babies formula. Isabel was nowhere to be seen.

"Isabel's at work, hon." Irene spoke up before Roger could say anything.

"How long ago did she leave?" Roger inquired, pouring himself some coffee and grabbed a cinnamon roll before going out the door.

"She left about an hour ago." Michael called out after Roger.

At eight o'clock that night, Roger and Isabel returned home – hungry and tired. They entered the loft and saw their parents feeding the triplets.

"There's mommy and daddy." Marco told the triplets as Roger and Isabel collapsed onto the sofa, cuddling in each other's arms.

"Kids? You okay?" Michael inquired, going over to his son and daughter-in-law.

"We're just tired – we worked all day." Isabel complained, kicking off her shoes. Roger followed suit and also kicked off his shoes. Both of them were asleep within minutes.

After they had a long nap, Roger and Isabel woke up to have some dinner and spend some time with the triplets. After dinner, Isabel went to breastfeed Paul and Roseanna while Roger held Sara. The grandparents had gone to clean up the kitchen and do their own things while Roger and Isabel attended to their triplets.

"Okay, I'm ready for Sara." Isabel told her husband. Roger nodded and went to take Sara to her mother. Entering the master bedroom, Roger saw Paul and Roseanna asleep on the bed. Isabel sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, a pillow over her lap.

"How would you like her?" Roger asked, carefully handing the baby to her mother.

"I'll do that, sweetie." Isabel told her husband, smiling down at her daughter.

"Do you mind if I watch?" Roger asked.

"Not at all." Isabel answered, getting herself comfortable. Roger watched Isabel unbutton her blouse and unsnap her bra. She then brought Sara to her right breast. The little baby latched on and within seconds, she was suckling loudly.

"Does it hurt?" Roger inquired. Isabel nodded, not taking her eyes off her daughter.

Twenty minutes later, Sara was done with her meal. Carefully, Isabel removed the baby from her breast and rubbed her back. Roger laughed when a little belch escaped Sara's lips.

"Can you get one of my or your parents to help put the babies to bed?" Isabel inquired, putting her bra and blouse back on. Roger nodded and went to get Isabel's dad. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when Roger asked him to help with the babies.

"Here, you can hold Sara." Isabel told her father, carefully handing Sara to her father. Roger picked up Roseanna just as Isabel picked up Paul. Together, the three of them headed to the nursery and stood at each of the babies cribs.

"I just learned a new lullaby and they seem to like it." Isabel told her father, nodding to Roger who led the singing.

"Hush now, my baby
Be still love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember
My lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream." Roger, Marco and Isabel sang, gently rocking their babies. When the lullaby was over, they kissed the babies foreheads, placed them in the cribs and turned the mobiles above their heads before exiting the room.

"How're the babies?" Rebecca inquired as Marco, Roger and Isabel entered the living area. Roger saw his parents watching TV and Isabel's parents were in the kitchen.

"They're asleep." Roger answered, sitting down on the couch next to his parents while Isabel sat in the chair next to the couch.

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A week later, Roger and Isabel said goodbye to their parents. Now that the parents were leaving, Roger and Isabel let their friends watch the babies while they went to work.

The next day, Joanne, Maureen, Jasmine, Mark and Tiffany walked in the door. Roger was holding Paul and Roseanna while Isabel held Sara.

"Oh my gosh! They're beautiful!" Joanne squeaked as Roger placed Paul in her arms and Roseanna in Maureen's. Isabel placed Sara in Mark's arms and smiled at Roger. Roger smiled back at her and mouthed 'I love you.'

'I love you, too' Isabel mouthed back.

"Dad, may I hold her?" Jasmine asked her father. Mark nodded and carefully handed Sara over to his daughter.

"So, where are we staying?" Maureen inquired.

"You and Joanne are in Collins' room while the Cohen's take my old room." Roger answered, carrying his friend's luggage into their rooms.

"Could I sleep on the couch?" Jasmine asked.

"Sure, sweetie." Isabel answered.

Later, Isabel and Jasmine were setting up the couch to use as a bed as Maureen and Joanne talked softly. Tiffany and Mark had already gone to bed, as did Roger and the triplets.

"Thank you for letting me help put the babies to bed." Jasmine thanked Isabel, fluffing the pillows and got out her favorite bear from her duffel bag.

"Oh, you're welcome, honey." Isabel thanked the girl, smiling as she hugged her. Jasmine hugged Isabel as though she would never let her go.

"Where are your cats?" Jasmine inquired as she got under the covers.

"Felix died and I had to give Minx away." Isabel answered.

"I'm sorry." Jasmine apologized.

"It's okay, sweetie. Get some sleep, okay? I love you."

"I love you, too, Isabel."

Isabel smiled and kissed Jasmine's forehead before going to the master bedroom, taking the monitor with her.

"I can't believe the triplets are three weeks old already." Isabel announced. There was no answer from Roger, who was out like a light. Isabel smiled and changed into her pajamas before climbing into bed next to her husband and partner for life.