Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Angela and the boys got up from the booth and followed Alice to the back of the kitchen. The FBI guys jumped up and followed. When they got to the back washroom, Alice opened the door. The boys fell to the ground; Angela knew she couldn't fight this, it was over.

Bobby opened the letter and read,

Dearest Bobby,

I have so much to say in so little time. I am so sorry I have become such a burden and a problem to you. I have been such a bitch these last few days. I will explain everything when we are together again. Just know you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and that I love you, Jimmy and Joey with all my heart and soul.

All my love,

Angela

Bobby's tears fell onto the page. He rolled onto his back and held the paper to his chest.

Finally sleep overcame him.

"Can we have one mom? Pleeeeeeeease," Jimmy pleaded, as he started picking up the puppies.

"Pleeeeeeeeease Angela," added Joey. He also began picking up the puppies.

"Oh boys, don't do this to me. Besides we don't know if Alice is giving them away," moaned Angela. She put her hand on her forehead. The boys were so happy; this was the first time she had seen both of them smile in days.

"Oh they are welcome to pick one out; they are ready to be taken from their mother. I will even throw in some dog food," smiled Alice.

"I don't think the motel will let us have a pet," said Angela. She looked back at the FBI agents for backup.

They smiled at her, "I'm sure we could arrange something."

"I guess I'm out numbered. I don't know what your dad will say," said Angela. "You and Joey decide which one you want."

The boys picked out a puppy and Alice gave them the necessary supplies to last a few days. Angela was happy to see them smiling and laughing. They headed back to their motel room with the newest family member. Angela couldn't help but think about Jimmy's picture; it seemed it was coming true, but she didn't know if she was carrying a girl or not.

Goren woke up early the next morning. The arraignment was scheduled for 10am; if everything went as planned, Angela and the kids should be home by that afternoon. He decided to call the funeral home and plan Vickie and Colin's funerals so Angela wouldn't have to deal with that when she got back. If he could at least make most of the arrangements, she could concentrate on the kids and herself.

After that was finished, Bobby headed to the court house. Eames, Logan, Wheeler and Ross were already there; they sat and waited for their cases to come up. After a few minutes the FBI agents showed up.

When the case was called, Mancini and Mahoney weren't available. The court officer called the prison to see why they weren't brought to court. Earlier that morning Mancini and Mahoney had been killed in the shower, no witnesses.

"Well, that saves the tax payers some money," said Logan standing up to leave.

"So this means my family can come back," asked Goren. He turned to the FBI agents.

"Yes, sir, I will get on the phone and start the process; they should be back by late this afternoon," said Agent Smith. He started to walk out of the court room.

Goren reached for his shoulder, "Thanks, but can I call them now?"

"Yes, I will give you the number," he wrote down the number on his business card and gave it to Goren.

Bobby took the card and quickly left the court house. When he got to his car he dialed the number. His heart was beating out of his chest as the phone rang. When she answered it on the second ring, his heart felt like it leaped out of his chest.

"Hello," she asked apprehensively.

"Angela," he said with love and concern in his voice trying not to break down.

"Oh my God, Bobby," she began to cry.

"Please, Baby, don't cry. You're going to make me cry," he laughed.

"I have missed you so much. Jimmy cries for you every night," she continued.

"All of you will be home by tonight. It's all over. You are all safe."

"Oh thank God. I have so much to tell you Bobby," cried Angela. "Let me let you talk to Jimmy."

"Ok," Bobby said tearfully.

"Daddy!" yelled Jimmy. "Guess what?"

"What, my little Buddy," smiled Bobby.

"Me and Joey got a doggie," laughed Jimmy.

"You did," asked Bobby.

"Mommy said it was ok," said Jimmy.

"Well that's great! I can't wait to see him. Do you have a name yet," asked Bobby.

"No, me and Joey can't decide. It will either be Ace or Rocky," said Jimmy. "Mom said we should flip a coin."

"Well let me know when you get home tonight," replied Bobby.

"We're coming home," asked Jimmy incredulously.

"Yes, Jimmy, everyone is coming home," said Bobby happily.

Jimmy dropped the phone and Bobby could hear him running and screaming "Joey! We going home!"

Angela picked up the phone, "Well, he is happy," she laughed.

"He isn't the only one. I love you, Angela," smiled Bobby.

"I love you, too. I'd better start packing so we can hurry out of here," she replied.

"Where is 'here'," asked Bobby.

"Death Valley, how ironic," smirked Angela. "See you later."

They both hung up at the same time. Bobby wanted to clean the house before she got home and make sure everything was perfect. He spent the rest of the day cleaning the house and getting everything ready. He called the funeral home and set up the funeral for the next afternoon. The sooner they got this all behind them the soon they could move on with their lives.

After Bobby finished, he went upstairs to lie down and fell asleep. When he opened his eyes he thought he was dreaming; Angela was smiling down at him.

"Wow, you must have really been tired," she smiled down at him.

He grabbed her face, pulled her down to him and kissed her. First all over her face; then deeply and hungrily. Jimmy and Joey came into the room with the barking puppy and put an end to the reunion.

"Daddy!" Jimmy said as he ran up and jumped on the bed. Joey came up to the bed with the puppy.

Bobby hugged and kissed Jimmy.

"Come here Joey, I missed you too," Bobby opened his arms and Joey came over to him. Bobby lifted him up, gave him a tight squeeze and a kiss. "So, who do we have here," asked Bobby as he picked up the wriggling puppy.

"His name is Rocky," said Joey.

"Rocky. What a great name. Why don't you guys go fix up Rocky a place to sleep so Mommy and I can talk," Bobby said, as he handed them the puppy and showed them out of the room.

"They just want to kiss," said Joey laughing as the two boys went down the hall.

"Yeah, they do that a lot. You're gunna have to get used to that around here," smirked Jimmy.

Angela and Bobby laughed. Bobby wrapped Angela in his arms. "I've missed you so much," said Bobby as he began to kiss her again.

"We still have two funerals to plan," she said. "Also a few other things to talk about," she stated as she pulled away. She got off the bed a moved around the room

"The funeral is planed for 3 pm tomorrow afternoon," Bobby said sitting on the edge of their bed. He wondered why she was still pulling away from him.

"You did that without consulting me," she asked. She sat at her makeup table.

"Well, I figured you would be busy with the kids, so I did that so you wouldn't have to. I was only trying to help," said Bobby. He started to get frustrated.

"Ok, I'm sorry, thank you," she said. "Let's not fight."

"I wasn't the one starting it," he said under his breath.

"Bobby, I have something to tell you and I don't know how you're going to take it," she began, not turning to look at him.

"I already know Angela," Bobby said.

"You do," she asked.

"Yes and its ok," he said. "We can wait till this is behind us to discuss it; you have enough going on right now. I almost forgot something." He reached in his pocket and pulled out her crucifix. He walked over to her and placed it around her neck.

She reached for his hand and held it. "Thank you."

The phone rang. Angela got up and answered it.

"Hello," Angela just listened. "But I thought the government took it all... How much?...Ok, thank you..."

"Who was that," asked Bobby as he got up and stood by Angela.

"My father's lawyer; he said my father had life insurance for Jimmy, Joey and I. I thought the FBI seized all his money, but he said they couldn't take the insurance policies. Also Vickie had a policy for Joey. He wouldn't tell me how much. He wants to meet with us tomorrow after the funeral," she said with a puzzled look on her face.

The next morning, Frank and Donny came over to help get the kids ready for the funeral. Angela and Bobby attended to final preparations. While out on one of his funeral errands, Bobby stopped at the jewelry store and picked up the present he had ordered for Angela's birthday. He decided he would give it to her that night after everything calmed down.

The police still kept a watch over the funeral just in case any trouble arose at with any of Mahoney's old gang, but things went smoothly. After the funeral Eames, Ross, Logan, and Wheeler stopped by the house. Once everyone was gone Mr. Albert, Mahoney's Attorney, stopped by to talk to Angela and Bobby. Jimmy and Joey were up in their rooms.

"Thank you for coming here Mr. Albert," said Angela as she led him into the dining room.

"Not a problem Mrs. Goren. I'm so sorry for your loss," said Mr. Albert. He shook Bobby's hand and Angela's; they all sat around the dining room table.

"I won't keep you two long. I know you have had a long day. Basically, your father had several life insurance policies; the beneficiaries were listed as Jimmy, Joey and you. Vickie Mahoney had one with Colin Mahoney and Joey listed as her beneficiaries," said Mr. Albert, looking through his papers. "As legal guardians of Joey, you will control his trust until he is 21; his trust is valued at 6 million dollars. You also control your son Jimmy's trust until he is 21; his is valued at 3 million dollars. You receive a percentage as compensation for being trustee to these trusts. Your share of the life insurance comes to 6 million dollars. I just need you to sign these papers," he slid them towards Angela and Bobby. Your husband can witness your signature, and then the accounts will be set up. Any questions?" He looked up from his papers at Angela and Bobby.

They both just stared at him in shock.

"I guess that's a 'no' for now. Here is my card. I am sure in a day or two you will have loads of questions; you can have your accountant call me. I will leave you two alone now," he shook their hands again and walked out the door.

They were still sitting at the table in shock. Angela turned to Bobby.

"Fifteen million dollars," Angela stated slowly. "Is that what he said," she asked with a confused look on her face.

"I think so," he said, still looking at the papers in front of him.

"Get our account to call him," she started laughing. "Guess we will need one."

"Yeah, do you find those in the yellow pages," Bobby laughed. "I need a drink."

Bobby went into the kitchen. He got a bottle of wine and two glasses. He also got Angela's present. He came back, poured them each a glass of wine, sat down next to her again and gave her the present. "Happy birthday," Bobby said.

Angela unwrapped her present and opened the box. Inside was a necklace with a birthstone for each of them, Bobby, Jimmy, Joey and Angela.

"Bobby, it's beautiful," she said with tears in her eyes.

"Well, if I had known we were getting all that money, I would have gotten something more expensive," he said as he put it around her neck.

"No, it's perfect, but," she started.

"No, don't say it. Let's just have a toast to our family," he gave her a glass of wine and raised his glass.

"I can't Bobby. You said you knew," she put her glass down.

"Yes, Angela I know about the abortion. It's ok, it's my fault you felt you couldn't have the baby because you were the family's supporter, but you didn't know this was going to happen. We can always have another child," said Bobby as he embraced Angela.

She pushed him back, "No, you're wrong Bobby," she stated firmly, looking him directly in the eye as she continued. "You're the best husband, father and provider any woman could ever ask for. I am so sorry if you ever doubted that. That isn't what I meant."

"What did you mean," he asked confused.

"Bobby, this necklace is perfect, but it will need another stone and I can't drink because I didn't get an abortion. I don't know why you think I did. I almost did, but I couldn't go through with it." She placed her hand softly on his cheek and smiled at him. "There has been too much death in our family lately; and something, or someone, told me God would find a way to get us through. I guess He did," she chuckled. "So be prepared for more mood swings for the next 7 ½ months."

Bobby stood, swung her joyfully into his arms and carried her upstairs. "I am ready for anything, as long as it's with you."

He carried her into their bedroom, closed the door and locked it; he wanted to make sure there no interruptions this time.