Author: Juliana
Rating: G
Pairing: Bosco/Faith
Disclaimer: Nothing mine except for the idea.
A/N: This is a sequel to Into the Heart.
Waking up with Faith was an amazing feeling he just couldn't get enough of. Her back was turned towards him and he hugged her from behind, his hand on her still flat stomach. She was eight weeks pregnant and he could already imagine how he would take his son or daughter to the park when they grew up a little and what he would teach them. He was exited and could hardly wait for the child to be born. Faith was laughing at his attention and his worries about her well-being. It was easy for her, she had two children already, but he wasn't used to it and he desperately wanted to protect her from anything happening to her or their first child. He didn't dare to think something could go wrong and rob him of the happiness he had felt for the last seven months.
Faith stirred next to him and before he managed to say good morning she chuckled, "It's not kicking yet, Bos."
He was quiet and she turned around to look at him.
"Why do you keep making fun of me?" he asked hurt. "You know how exited I am about it, it's not like I've had kids before."
"Sorry, Bosco. I didn't mean it that way, it's just that you're so cute and I can't resist teasing you. Sorry."
She cupped his face and kissed him on the lips. He returned her kiss but when he pulled away he still didn't smile.
"Coffee?" he asked.
She nodded and he climbed out of bed.
"Bosco …"
"It's okay, I'm just overreacting. I guess I'm the one having problems with hormones here," he smiled when he turned to her.
"I'm glad that you do because it makes you even sexier," she grinned and he grinned back before he walked barefoot towards the kitchen. He ruffled his hair with his hand before he turned the coffee machine on and took two mugs from the cupboard.
He was thinking how his life had changed and how happy the changes had made him. He was getting married and he was going to be a dad in less than seven months. He couldn't ask for more. Even his ma would have to be happy now. He grinned at the thought. They hadn't told her yet about the baby, Faith just wanted to wait for a while till the first three months were over and the chances of complications would decrease. He agreed, knowing that when they did tell her his ma would be ecstatic.
Faith came into the kitchen dressed in his NYPD sweater. With her hair all messed up and still puffy eyes she was the cutest thing he had ever seen. He was immensely grateful that he got to experience once in his life what it was like to be in love with someone head over heels, to know the feeling when you simply adore everything about them. He knew he was being goofy most of the time he was around her but he couldn't help himself, the stupid grin was constantly on his lips and he never wanted to let go of her, he needed to touch her every time he got the opportunity. He had even become cuddly since they were together.
"What are you grinning at?" she faked annoyance.
"You, gorgeous."
"Stop it, Bosco, or I'll start blushing."
"I'd love to see that," he retorted.
She sat down at the table. She was glad that her third pregnancy didn't make her feel so sick as the first two. Even when she had morning sickness it wasn't too bad and that allowed her to enjoy the mornings with Bosco more. They weren't living together but she often stayed at his place over night because Emily complained that she didn't want to see them making out on the couch in their apartment. Bosco, however, insisted that they find an appropriate place to move in together so he could be close to her whenever she needed help when her pregnancy progressed. She had agreed but they spent too much time just being in love to actually get a chance of going hunting for an apartment.
They drank coffee in the quiet of the late morning. They were discussing when they should start looking for an apartment and how Emily would feel about it. They agreed that it would be best to start as soon as possible.
Bosco got up from his chair. He kissed Faith and caressed her stomach. "As much as I hate it I have to take a shower and then go to work."
"I know. Well, I'll be at the station later on after the meeting with my doctor, so I'll see you then anyway. I better get dressed now and go home or Emily will think I got lost."
Bosco went towards the bathroom and Faith soon heard water running. She was getting dressed in the bedroom when there was a knock at the door. She hesitated at first because this wasn't her apartment but then she stepped towards the hallway and she opened the door just as she heard a second knock.
At first Faith thought it must've been a mistake when she saw a woman with a child in her lap. She observed her with wide eyes till the blonde asked, "Is Maurice here?"
Faith was getting more and more confused so she only nodded and stepped aside to let the woman in. She didn't know what to say when they stood in the room and then she heard Bosco coming from the bathroom.
"I bought a new bath foam yesterday, maybe we should try …" he fell silent when he saw the scene in front of his eyes. His gaze went to Faith then to the other woman and back to Faith. She was looking at him bewildered and as if she was expecting an explanation from him.
Only when he looked at the other woman the second time he noticed she had a child with her. His eyes grew wide.
"Hey, Marcia," he greeted her quietly, looking apologizingly at Faith. He hoped she understood he had nothing to do with this but she didn't seem too relaxed, or trusting for that matter.
"This woman is looking for you, Maurice," Faith said, emphasizing his name.
"What … what are you doing here?" Bosco made a step closer to the two women, grabbing a t-shirt from the couch on his way to cover his naked chest.
"I wanted to speak with you," the woman announced. She sounded defensive, probably because she felt she was outnumbered with Faith present. She moved the child in her lap so that it was pressed against her chest.
"To speak with me? After what, two years you wanted to speak with me?"
Faith threw a quick glance at the baby making fast calculations in her head. A terrible fear gripped at her insides, intensifying when the woman looked at her briefly before turning back to Bosco.
"Yes. It's rather urgent and personal," she added when she motioned towards Faith.
"Whatever you've got to say, you can say it in front of her."
"Suit yourself then," Marcia answered and then stepped closer to Bosco. She moved the baby so that it was facing Bosco. It was fast asleep with a finger in its mouth, it had a pale skin and he could see a hint of dark hair on its head. It was an adorable thing and he almost smiled at the sight when the reason for her showing him the baby in the first place started to dawn on him. He raised his eyes to hers.
"She's yours," Marcia said simply, knowing he had already sensed it.
He started to shake his head, his lips forming a 'no' but before he pronounced it, she nodded, "Oh, yes, she is."
"I've always used protection," he stated through clenched teeth before throwing a look in Faith's direction. She was looking in his direction but wasn't willing to meet his eyes.
"Except for that one time when you showed up drunk at my door at four in the morning." Her voice was flat, emotionless, but her eyes were almost pleading.
Faith stood speechless at the side, not knowing whether to run out the door or hit Bosco on the head or strangle the woman. She was so confused and angry that she didn't even know how to react. She put all her energy into wishing that this was just a nightmare and it would soon disappear. But it didn't.
"You remember?" Faith heard Marcia ask Bosco.
"If she's mine why haven't you told me before?" he asked angrily not willing to admit there was a possibility that she actually was his.
"I thought I could raise her on my own but I've lost my job a month ago. Do you know how expensive having a baby is?"
"What do you want from me? I'm … You can't just come in here and ruin my life like this," he wanted to yell but instead he hissed the words in anger not wanting to wake up the baby.
"Ruin your life? What about Carol and me? Have you ever thought of her?"
Bosco turned to Faith for help and support but her gaze wasn't offering any. She seemed disappointed, sad and angry. He knew this must've hurt her but it hurt him too, he didn't ask for it to happen. How could he have known he had a daughter if her mother had never said anything?
"What do you want from me?" he asked again resigned.
"I want you to admit paternity and to support us till I get a new job."
"I'm not admitting anything without a proof that she's really mine," he said determinedly.
"We can make a test but I'm sure you're her father. Look, Maurice, I'm not here to ruin your life, I just want what's best for my … our daughter. I'm not asking you to come back to me, I'm just asking you to be a part of Carol's life, you owe her that much." Marcia's tone was conciliatory. She realized her barging into his life after two years must've been a shock for him and his … girlfriend or whatever the blonde was to him.
For the first time since Marcia stepped into the apartment, Faith spoke, "She's right, Bosco. You owe her that, she's your daughter."
Faith grabbed her purse and walked to the door.
"No, no, Faith, wait," he ran after her but she didn't turn till she reached the door.
"Faith, we can solve this … Please, just listen …"
"We'll talk some other time, you have a more pressing matter at hand," she said flatly. Bosco couldn't believe it. She was walking out on him just like that, without even giving him a chance to explain. Well, there wasn't much to explain but this was a shock to him just as much as to her. Couldn't she see that?
"Faith, please …" Before he could continue she was in the hallway and walking towards the elevator.
"I love you," he said to her back when she didn't even turn to look at him. The elevator door closed behind her.
He let his hands fall to his sides when he walked back through his front door. He didn't even bother closing it. He walked past Marcia not even looking at her.
Bosco kept shaking his head trying to convince himself that this wasn't happening. She couldn't be his daughter. Faith was pregnant with his child not Marcia, they were getting married and they were going to have a family together. She couldn't ruin that for him. Not now, not when he was finally happy with the woman he had loved for so long.
His legs gave way; he collapsed into a chair at the table.
"I suppose you need some time to think things over," Marcia said quietly. "I'll come back another day and we'll talk."
He didn't hear her close the door behind her when she left him alone in his kitchen. He hid his face in his hands.
Half an hour ago he was certain nothing could disturb his happiness now he had nothing. The past seven months of happiness and excitement were shattered into pieces, vanished into thin air. Warm tears were seeping through his fingers as he rocked back and forth in the chair wanting desperately for Faith to be there and hug him. But she left. It felt like his life had just ended.
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