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Note: This is my ongoing addiction of Seajae and Bosco Stories. I hope it will be good but somedays I just hope it will get written. Thank you all that are still reading these. It warms my heart.
THE RUSH
Chapter One- First Time For Everything
Seajae Boscorelli whiped the steam of the mirror. Looking back at her was a woman she barly reconized anymore. Her hair was more grey then blond. The laugh lines around her eyes were coming close to being wrinkles. She was thirty-seven years old today. It had to have been the worst day she ever had. It started when her two year old daughter Hope threw up at five this morning and went down hill from there. She closed her eyes and wished back the whole day. Every single minute from the time she got up to right now. Feelling warm arms wrap around she relaxed a little.
"You ok?" Muarice Boscorelli wispered into his wifes ear. She smelled for berry shampoo and berry body wash. The scent turned him on as much as when she smelled for gun powder.
"I'm old. But I guess I'm ok." He kissed her neck.
"Your not old. Your the hottest detective the NYPD has."
"I feel like the oldest." She leaned back and tried to make the events of the day fade away.
"Elliot called. He wants to know if your ok." Bosco felt Seajae tence. "He said you seemed a little distant before you left tonight."
"I shot a fourteen year old girl tonight Bosco. How should I have left?" She tried to pull away but he held her firmly agiast his chest and looked at her in the mirror.
"A fourteen year old girl who had a gun on your partner." Seajae started to tremble.
"She was just a child Bosco."
"Children don't carry glocks and hold them to cops heads." He turned her around and looked into her soft brown eyes. "You did what you had to do Seajae. You did your job. You've never questioned your job before. Don't start now." She was trembaling when Bosco pulled her back to him and held her tight. She sobbed and let the pent up tears finally fall. He had never seen his wife break down like this. He held her tight and wispered calming words but he didn't know what had made her feel so weak and vaulerable. Then it came to him. In all the years he'd known her she had never killed anyone. Shot them yes but no one ever died. "Oh baby." He lead her to thier bed and sat down pulling her in his lap.
"She had a baby Bosco. He's three months old. She was just trying to feed her baby." Bosco rocked her and let her tears fall.
"There's other ways to feed your children. You saved Elliot."
"Maybe she would have never pulled the trigger."
"You never second guess anything Seajae. Don't start now." He kissed her forhead and tried to wipe the tears. She lifted her head and kissed his lips. She needed to feel his warmth. She was so cold. "Seaj, sweety...." She pushed him over and continued kissing him. She ajusted her self so she could feel his whole body under her. Bosco knew he should stop. Just push her away and hold but in his heart he knew she needed this. He felt her hand under his shirt and her hips rocking on his. He had no choice but to give in. The towel Seajae was wearing was long gone as he rolled her on her back and got as close to her as he could get.
"Bosco......." She opened her eyes and looked into his. "Make me forget for awhile." He kissed her knowing it would only be an short term fix. But he knew what it was like to want to feel alive when your surrounded in death. It was the least he could do for his wife. Make her forget the first person she ever killed was a fourteen year old child with a child of her own. It was a patch on a pot hole but if it made her forget, even for a little while, he was going to help her. And he did just that. Over and over again.
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"His name is Owen. He's half hispanic half caucasion." Cole Lambert looked at Seajae Boscorelli's tiered eyes. "Seajae you don't have to do this."
"He has nobody because of me."
"Have you talked this over with Bosco?"
"I just want to know....need to know he's ok." Seajae needed a cigarette bad. It had been well over three months since she had one but the craving got worse my the minute.
"You need to talk to Bosco before I even think of putting you up for the foster home on this one. I know the thing with Alli hurt you both a lot." Cole knew loosing Alli Cummings to her god parents had hurt both the Boscorelli's and Alli.
"Alli's sixteen. She would of only been with us a short time anyway. We still see her and talk all the time. This child has no one Cole." He picked up the phone and handed it to Seajae.
"Then get Bosco down here to plead your case with you." Seajae knew all she would have to do is ask and Bosco would say yes. Then again he had a problem with doing things when guilt was involved. Cole had always been good to them. Seajae dialed Bosco's cell and hoped he was in a real good mood.
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Bosoc was in a real bad mood. He was knee deep in mud and Joey Doyle was sitting on the curb laughing at him. The man he had just chased in the ally was trying to wrestle himself out of Bosco's hold.
"Quit skirming jag off or I'll put you face down in this crap and leave the cuffs on." His right pocket started ringing. While holding on to the mud wrestler with his left hand he grabbed his phone and thew it to Doyle. "Mind getting that for me?"
"Not a problem Sarg." Joey laughed again and answer the phone. "Boscorelli's Mud Spa, May I help you."
"Funny Doyle, real funny." Bosco started wading out of the mud with his prisoner in tow.
"Doyle?"
"Hey Seaj. Yeah it's me. Bos is a little.....busy...."
"Meaning?"
"He's ass deep in a mud hole wrestling with a guy who stole twinkies from the Bodaga on 59th."
"So I'm thinking there's no smile on his face?"
"Not. Why?"
"I need to ask him something important." Bosco slid and twisted landing both him and his charge deeper in the mud.
"Doyle, a little help." He glared at his partner.
"Nope. Now is not the time. I'll have him call you back. You at home?"
"Ah, no. I really need to talk to him."
"Bosco..it's your wife...she needs to talk to you." Bosco slid another couple of inches pushing the man in front of him.
"Does it look like I can talk to her Doyle?" He pushed ahead a little more and hoped they were almost to the edge. "What does she want?"
"What do you want?"
"I need to know if it's ok to bring......bring Claudia Jackson's baby home."
"Seajae...."
"Doyle don't you start....."
"Yeah...ok. Um Bosco she want to know if you would mind another....she wants to foster Claudia Jackson's baby." Bosco was at the edge of the mud and pushed the man onto solid ground.
"Is she freaking nuts?" Bosco looked at Doyle. He put his hand over the phone.
"Is that a yea?" Bosco glared at Doyle. He knew Seajae was feeling guilty about the shooting but to take the girls child into thier home. "Bosco...what should I tell her?"
"Tell her we'll talk about it later." He got out of the mud and walked to the RMP. He knew she would be livid about being put off but hell the day sucked anyway.
"He said he'll talk about it later."
"We don't have till later. Put him on."
"She needs to talk to you now Bos." Doyle handed him the phone. Bosco handed over the prisoner and took the phone.
"I'm a little tied up here Seajae...."
"I know I just..."
"Yeah...well we have three kids at home who we manage to see for only a few hours a day...how can you even think about bringing a baby home Seajae."
"I thought it might...I want to help him Bosco."
"Well living with us wouldn't help the kid. Find him a nice foster home. He's young. Someone will take him." The mud was harding on his pants. "I gotta go." He hung up the phone and tossed it on the seat He looked at Doyle then back at the phone. For the first time in over six years he hung up the phone without telling his wife he loved her. If his life wasn't going to be hell because he said no about the baby it was going to be hell because of that. He shook his head. Bosco was sleeping on the couch. He could feel it.
"Can you move?" Doyle looked at Bosco.
"I may not be able to get out of the car." He took the keys out of his pocket. "You drive." He threw them to Doyle and made his way to the passangers seat. It was going to be a long day.
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The bar was crouded for a Thursday night. Bosco called home and Emily answered. He told her that Seajae had gone down to Angela's to do some book work. He was in big trouble and he knew it. His wife only did the books for the bar on Sunday. Bosco parked his truck behind the bar next to Seajae's jeep. He sat there for awhile. Thinking about the last few days. IAD had called the shooting clean but yet Seajae still didn't seem to have the energy to go to work like she used to. Maybe taking Claudia Jackson's son was what she needed but he knew they were streaching things as it was. Quality time with thier children was a rarity lately. How could they find time to love another child. Bosco got out of the truck and headed into the bar. The music was loud and the lights dim. He checked the office before he ventured out into the bar to find his wife.
"Hey Bosco." A blond waitress came out of the ladies room.
"Hey Kat. You seen my wife?"
"She's working the door. Abe got knifed at some frat party last night." Bosco raised his eyebrows. Abe Wilson was as straight as they came for a college boy. He wondered if Seajae had looked into it as he made his way to the front door. Seajae was standing agaist the railing. Her long blond hair up in a pony tail. She still looked like the day he met her. She looked twelve. The light dusting of freckles acrosed her nose.
"Hi." She looked at him.
"Hi." It wasn't one of her friendlier greetings. Seajae checked the ID's of the next three people who came in and then let her gaze drift to the pool tables and around the bar.
"Busy night?"
"Yeah. We're short a bouncer."
"So Kat said. We need to talk."
"Nothing to talk about. You don't want to take on another child. It your decision to make."
"No its our decision to make. It was something we needed to discuss before you went to Cole."
"He needs a home and I thought I was doing the right thing." Bosco watched the interaction between two men near the dart board.
"Seajae we just have too much on out plates right now. A baby is a big resposibity and our nanny is almost six months pregnat herself." Seajae stood up straight and watched the men Bosco was watching.
"I know. But Bosco...." Before she could say another word Bosco jumped the railing with Seajae right behind him. The glint of the knife coming down made them move a little faster. Bosco got there just in time to catch the wrist of the knife weilding man before it was shoved deep into the other man. Seajae pulled back the man as her husband took the knife and halled the other man toward the door.
"You picked the wrong place to pick a fight jag off." He took him outside. "And the wrong night." He pressed the guy agaist the wall. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"That your making a big mistake mister."
"Yeah well you tried stabbing a man in my bar. I have a right." Bosco heard sirens coming closer. "Now you get to visit my day job." He felt the man move before he saw his arm. Bosco ducked. He pushed the bigger man agaist the wall but he had a good hundred pounds on him. Relief washed over him when he heard the sound of a gun being cocked.
"You mind taking it easy on my husband ass wipe. He may not be a big hard ass like you but he keeps me happy." The man relaxed and let Bosco push him firmly agaist the wall. A RMP pulled up.
"Thanks. But I had it under controle." Seajae looked at him.
"Whatever Boscorelli." The uniform officers took the man and the knife and handed Bosco the paper work. He turned to hand it to his wife but she was already back in the building.
"Somedays I should just not get out of bed." He went up the steps and prayed she would get over being a angry with him before they went home because there was no way he was sleeping on the couch.
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Seajae knew she should just talk to Bosco about Owen. Just tell him that she needed to do this to lighten her guilt. He would understand. She watched him walk in from outside. He looked angry. Eyeing up the bartenders cigarettes she reached for one and he slapped her hand.
"Sorry boss lady...you told me not to let you."
"I carry a gun Jason. Does that help any?"
"Stop threating the help Seajae." Bosco came up to her. "Are you done throwing your little tizzy? Can we talk?" She looked at him and gave him the evil Seajae look.
"I guess. I'm sorry. I just want to help Owen. I mean I took his mom away..."
"Seajae his mom was an addict. She would of died sooner or later anyway. I understand your guilt honey. I really do but we need to think of our kids."
"I know." She leanded over and kissed him. "I just feel bad."
"How about seeing if Cole can place him with someone we know. Isn't Peggy and Carlos on the waiting list for foster care approval?" She smiled. Seajae liked the way he though.
"Now I know why I married you." She leaned in and kissed him.
"We'll here all along I thought it was my eyes."
"Actually its your ass hotpants." Jason came up behind them.
"Jake's at the door if you want to go home Seajae."
"I think our employee's are kicking us out." Bosco smiled.
"I knew there was a reason we hired him." He took his wife by the hand and headed out the door. After a long day all he needed was a warm shower and his hot wife.
"You going to tell me about the mud wrestling?" She got in Bosco's truck, leaving her jeep till tomorrow.
"Maybe in the shower." He pulled out into the street and made it home in record time.
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Seajae leaned back agaist Bosco. The tub's jets soothing both of thier aching muscles.
"So you chased him into a mud puddle?"
"It was more of a mud lake. I was ass deep before I knew what hit me."
"What some people won't do for a twinky, huh." Seajae turned and looked at Bosco. "Thank you for standing by me the las few days. And helping me figure out what to do abour Owen."
"Isn't that my job? To be there for you. No matter what."
"Yeah but you always go above and beyond." She kissed him. "You knew what I needed when I didn't. I love you Maurice."
"Not as much as I love you."
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Bosco and Seajae lay in bed for a long time before sleep would come. Seajae tossed and turned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Lier."
"I have an appoint with the department shrink tomorrow."
"You didn't tell me."
"I found out today. They want to make sure I'm sain enough to keep working."
"A little late to find that out arn't they." Bosco smiled and took his wifes hand in his. "You'll do just fine." Bosco held his wife close. "You are fine, arn't you?"
"I think so. If I can find a good home for Owen."
"I think we can talk Cole into giving him to Peggy and Carlos. Maybe they might even consider adoption. But please Seajae...don't guilt them into taking him. If they don't want to do this we have to abide by thier desision."
"Since when did you become the rational one?"
"It must be since I turned forty."
"Must be....."
Note: This is my ongoing addiction of Seajae and Bosco Stories. I hope it will be good but somedays I just hope it will get written. Thank you all that are still reading these. It warms my heart.
THE RUSH
Chapter One- First Time For Everything
Seajae Boscorelli whiped the steam of the mirror. Looking back at her was a woman she barly reconized anymore. Her hair was more grey then blond. The laugh lines around her eyes were coming close to being wrinkles. She was thirty-seven years old today. It had to have been the worst day she ever had. It started when her two year old daughter Hope threw up at five this morning and went down hill from there. She closed her eyes and wished back the whole day. Every single minute from the time she got up to right now. Feelling warm arms wrap around she relaxed a little.
"You ok?" Muarice Boscorelli wispered into his wifes ear. She smelled for berry shampoo and berry body wash. The scent turned him on as much as when she smelled for gun powder.
"I'm old. But I guess I'm ok." He kissed her neck.
"Your not old. Your the hottest detective the NYPD has."
"I feel like the oldest." She leaned back and tried to make the events of the day fade away.
"Elliot called. He wants to know if your ok." Bosco felt Seajae tence. "He said you seemed a little distant before you left tonight."
"I shot a fourteen year old girl tonight Bosco. How should I have left?" She tried to pull away but he held her firmly agiast his chest and looked at her in the mirror.
"A fourteen year old girl who had a gun on your partner." Seajae started to tremble.
"She was just a child Bosco."
"Children don't carry glocks and hold them to cops heads." He turned her around and looked into her soft brown eyes. "You did what you had to do Seajae. You did your job. You've never questioned your job before. Don't start now." She was trembaling when Bosco pulled her back to him and held her tight. She sobbed and let the pent up tears finally fall. He had never seen his wife break down like this. He held her tight and wispered calming words but he didn't know what had made her feel so weak and vaulerable. Then it came to him. In all the years he'd known her she had never killed anyone. Shot them yes but no one ever died. "Oh baby." He lead her to thier bed and sat down pulling her in his lap.
"She had a baby Bosco. He's three months old. She was just trying to feed her baby." Bosco rocked her and let her tears fall.
"There's other ways to feed your children. You saved Elliot."
"Maybe she would have never pulled the trigger."
"You never second guess anything Seajae. Don't start now." He kissed her forhead and tried to wipe the tears. She lifted her head and kissed his lips. She needed to feel his warmth. She was so cold. "Seaj, sweety...." She pushed him over and continued kissing him. She ajusted her self so she could feel his whole body under her. Bosco knew he should stop. Just push her away and hold but in his heart he knew she needed this. He felt her hand under his shirt and her hips rocking on his. He had no choice but to give in. The towel Seajae was wearing was long gone as he rolled her on her back and got as close to her as he could get.
"Bosco......." She opened her eyes and looked into his. "Make me forget for awhile." He kissed her knowing it would only be an short term fix. But he knew what it was like to want to feel alive when your surrounded in death. It was the least he could do for his wife. Make her forget the first person she ever killed was a fourteen year old child with a child of her own. It was a patch on a pot hole but if it made her forget, even for a little while, he was going to help her. And he did just that. Over and over again.
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"His name is Owen. He's half hispanic half caucasion." Cole Lambert looked at Seajae Boscorelli's tiered eyes. "Seajae you don't have to do this."
"He has nobody because of me."
"Have you talked this over with Bosco?"
"I just want to know....need to know he's ok." Seajae needed a cigarette bad. It had been well over three months since she had one but the craving got worse my the minute.
"You need to talk to Bosco before I even think of putting you up for the foster home on this one. I know the thing with Alli hurt you both a lot." Cole knew loosing Alli Cummings to her god parents had hurt both the Boscorelli's and Alli.
"Alli's sixteen. She would of only been with us a short time anyway. We still see her and talk all the time. This child has no one Cole." He picked up the phone and handed it to Seajae.
"Then get Bosco down here to plead your case with you." Seajae knew all she would have to do is ask and Bosco would say yes. Then again he had a problem with doing things when guilt was involved. Cole had always been good to them. Seajae dialed Bosco's cell and hoped he was in a real good mood.
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Bosoc was in a real bad mood. He was knee deep in mud and Joey Doyle was sitting on the curb laughing at him. The man he had just chased in the ally was trying to wrestle himself out of Bosco's hold.
"Quit skirming jag off or I'll put you face down in this crap and leave the cuffs on." His right pocket started ringing. While holding on to the mud wrestler with his left hand he grabbed his phone and thew it to Doyle. "Mind getting that for me?"
"Not a problem Sarg." Joey laughed again and answer the phone. "Boscorelli's Mud Spa, May I help you."
"Funny Doyle, real funny." Bosco started wading out of the mud with his prisoner in tow.
"Doyle?"
"Hey Seaj. Yeah it's me. Bos is a little.....busy...."
"Meaning?"
"He's ass deep in a mud hole wrestling with a guy who stole twinkies from the Bodaga on 59th."
"So I'm thinking there's no smile on his face?"
"Not. Why?"
"I need to ask him something important." Bosco slid and twisted landing both him and his charge deeper in the mud.
"Doyle, a little help." He glared at his partner.
"Nope. Now is not the time. I'll have him call you back. You at home?"
"Ah, no. I really need to talk to him."
"Bosco..it's your wife...she needs to talk to you." Bosco slid another couple of inches pushing the man in front of him.
"Does it look like I can talk to her Doyle?" He pushed ahead a little more and hoped they were almost to the edge. "What does she want?"
"What do you want?"
"I need to know if it's ok to bring......bring Claudia Jackson's baby home."
"Seajae...."
"Doyle don't you start....."
"Yeah...ok. Um Bosco she want to know if you would mind another....she wants to foster Claudia Jackson's baby." Bosco was at the edge of the mud and pushed the man onto solid ground.
"Is she freaking nuts?" Bosco looked at Doyle. He put his hand over the phone.
"Is that a yea?" Bosco glared at Doyle. He knew Seajae was feeling guilty about the shooting but to take the girls child into thier home. "Bosco...what should I tell her?"
"Tell her we'll talk about it later." He got out of the mud and walked to the RMP. He knew she would be livid about being put off but hell the day sucked anyway.
"He said he'll talk about it later."
"We don't have till later. Put him on."
"She needs to talk to you now Bos." Doyle handed him the phone. Bosco handed over the prisoner and took the phone.
"I'm a little tied up here Seajae...."
"I know I just..."
"Yeah...well we have three kids at home who we manage to see for only a few hours a day...how can you even think about bringing a baby home Seajae."
"I thought it might...I want to help him Bosco."
"Well living with us wouldn't help the kid. Find him a nice foster home. He's young. Someone will take him." The mud was harding on his pants. "I gotta go." He hung up the phone and tossed it on the seat He looked at Doyle then back at the phone. For the first time in over six years he hung up the phone without telling his wife he loved her. If his life wasn't going to be hell because he said no about the baby it was going to be hell because of that. He shook his head. Bosco was sleeping on the couch. He could feel it.
"Can you move?" Doyle looked at Bosco.
"I may not be able to get out of the car." He took the keys out of his pocket. "You drive." He threw them to Doyle and made his way to the passangers seat. It was going to be a long day.
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The bar was crouded for a Thursday night. Bosco called home and Emily answered. He told her that Seajae had gone down to Angela's to do some book work. He was in big trouble and he knew it. His wife only did the books for the bar on Sunday. Bosco parked his truck behind the bar next to Seajae's jeep. He sat there for awhile. Thinking about the last few days. IAD had called the shooting clean but yet Seajae still didn't seem to have the energy to go to work like she used to. Maybe taking Claudia Jackson's son was what she needed but he knew they were streaching things as it was. Quality time with thier children was a rarity lately. How could they find time to love another child. Bosco got out of the truck and headed into the bar. The music was loud and the lights dim. He checked the office before he ventured out into the bar to find his wife.
"Hey Bosco." A blond waitress came out of the ladies room.
"Hey Kat. You seen my wife?"
"She's working the door. Abe got knifed at some frat party last night." Bosco raised his eyebrows. Abe Wilson was as straight as they came for a college boy. He wondered if Seajae had looked into it as he made his way to the front door. Seajae was standing agaist the railing. Her long blond hair up in a pony tail. She still looked like the day he met her. She looked twelve. The light dusting of freckles acrosed her nose.
"Hi." She looked at him.
"Hi." It wasn't one of her friendlier greetings. Seajae checked the ID's of the next three people who came in and then let her gaze drift to the pool tables and around the bar.
"Busy night?"
"Yeah. We're short a bouncer."
"So Kat said. We need to talk."
"Nothing to talk about. You don't want to take on another child. It your decision to make."
"No its our decision to make. It was something we needed to discuss before you went to Cole."
"He needs a home and I thought I was doing the right thing." Bosco watched the interaction between two men near the dart board.
"Seajae we just have too much on out plates right now. A baby is a big resposibity and our nanny is almost six months pregnat herself." Seajae stood up straight and watched the men Bosco was watching.
"I know. But Bosco...." Before she could say another word Bosco jumped the railing with Seajae right behind him. The glint of the knife coming down made them move a little faster. Bosco got there just in time to catch the wrist of the knife weilding man before it was shoved deep into the other man. Seajae pulled back the man as her husband took the knife and halled the other man toward the door.
"You picked the wrong place to pick a fight jag off." He took him outside. "And the wrong night." He pressed the guy agaist the wall. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"That your making a big mistake mister."
"Yeah well you tried stabbing a man in my bar. I have a right." Bosco heard sirens coming closer. "Now you get to visit my day job." He felt the man move before he saw his arm. Bosco ducked. He pushed the bigger man agaist the wall but he had a good hundred pounds on him. Relief washed over him when he heard the sound of a gun being cocked.
"You mind taking it easy on my husband ass wipe. He may not be a big hard ass like you but he keeps me happy." The man relaxed and let Bosco push him firmly agaist the wall. A RMP pulled up.
"Thanks. But I had it under controle." Seajae looked at him.
"Whatever Boscorelli." The uniform officers took the man and the knife and handed Bosco the paper work. He turned to hand it to his wife but she was already back in the building.
"Somedays I should just not get out of bed." He went up the steps and prayed she would get over being a angry with him before they went home because there was no way he was sleeping on the couch.
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Seajae knew she should just talk to Bosco about Owen. Just tell him that she needed to do this to lighten her guilt. He would understand. She watched him walk in from outside. He looked angry. Eyeing up the bartenders cigarettes she reached for one and he slapped her hand.
"Sorry boss lady...you told me not to let you."
"I carry a gun Jason. Does that help any?"
"Stop threating the help Seajae." Bosco came up to her. "Are you done throwing your little tizzy? Can we talk?" She looked at him and gave him the evil Seajae look.
"I guess. I'm sorry. I just want to help Owen. I mean I took his mom away..."
"Seajae his mom was an addict. She would of died sooner or later anyway. I understand your guilt honey. I really do but we need to think of our kids."
"I know." She leanded over and kissed him. "I just feel bad."
"How about seeing if Cole can place him with someone we know. Isn't Peggy and Carlos on the waiting list for foster care approval?" She smiled. Seajae liked the way he though.
"Now I know why I married you." She leaned in and kissed him.
"We'll here all along I thought it was my eyes."
"Actually its your ass hotpants." Jason came up behind them.
"Jake's at the door if you want to go home Seajae."
"I think our employee's are kicking us out." Bosco smiled.
"I knew there was a reason we hired him." He took his wife by the hand and headed out the door. After a long day all he needed was a warm shower and his hot wife.
"You going to tell me about the mud wrestling?" She got in Bosco's truck, leaving her jeep till tomorrow.
"Maybe in the shower." He pulled out into the street and made it home in record time.
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Seajae leaned back agaist Bosco. The tub's jets soothing both of thier aching muscles.
"So you chased him into a mud puddle?"
"It was more of a mud lake. I was ass deep before I knew what hit me."
"What some people won't do for a twinky, huh." Seajae turned and looked at Bosco. "Thank you for standing by me the las few days. And helping me figure out what to do abour Owen."
"Isn't that my job? To be there for you. No matter what."
"Yeah but you always go above and beyond." She kissed him. "You knew what I needed when I didn't. I love you Maurice."
"Not as much as I love you."
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Bosco and Seajae lay in bed for a long time before sleep would come. Seajae tossed and turned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Lier."
"I have an appoint with the department shrink tomorrow."
"You didn't tell me."
"I found out today. They want to make sure I'm sain enough to keep working."
"A little late to find that out arn't they." Bosco smiled and took his wifes hand in his. "You'll do just fine." Bosco held his wife close. "You are fine, arn't you?"
"I think so. If I can find a good home for Owen."
"I think we can talk Cole into giving him to Peggy and Carlos. Maybe they might even consider adoption. But please Seajae...don't guilt them into taking him. If they don't want to do this we have to abide by thier desision."
"Since when did you become the rational one?"
"It must be since I turned forty."
"Must be....."