"Ma stopped by the precinct this afternoon before hours," Bosco, my husband, announced as he shut the apartment door behind him. "She wanted to see how you were."

"What did you tell her?" I yawned.

"That you were doing good and that you were glad to be home,"

"Did you tell her how overprotective you were of me being home alone?" I raised an eyebrow. The hospital had released me two days prior, apparently due to the fact that I was doing better. That particular day I was feeling the worst I had been in awhile and it still boggled my mind as to how I was released. I could make it across the room, but walking for more than three minutes nearly sent me to my knees crying.

During the wedding I walked down the aisle, Jimmy nearly cutting my hand's circulation off the whole way, then sat down in the wheelchair. Bosco knelt down during the entire wedding ceremony while Amanda, Cassie, Sully, Ty, and Father O'Connor towered above us. Faith, not in the least bit left out by Bosco, was the best man (in her case, the best person).

But, since I had come back to Bosco's apartment, correction our apartment, I had been feeling more energetic and just overly better. I was able to walk for longer periods of time and also make it farther without feeling the pain. The only problem was the sporadic bolts of sharpness that attacked my side every so often.

"I just worry about you," Bosco retorted. "Ma also sends her love."

"Aw, right back at 'er," I grinned.

"You look good."

"Why thank you," I smiled, as he crossed the room and placed a kiss on my lips. I stretched out on our comfortable couch and let out a small yawn. "You don't look to shabby yourself."

"I know," he grinned teasingly. "Seriously, you look really rested. What did you do today?"

"Slept and ordered in pizza," I proudly answered. Bosco unbuttoned his black chino shirt, then shed it on a recliner along with his coat. He un-velcroed his bullet proof vest, then tossed it to the side as well.

"Good. That's what you're supposed to do on bed rest. Sleep and watch soap operas, or call your girlfriends and bitch about how fat you're getting," he winked. He grabbed my hands and lifted me up long enough that he could slide behind me. He let his legs rest next to mine, then cradled me against his chest.

"Nah. I just sat here and thought about the wedding," I sighed contentedly.

"It was a good wedding, huh?"

"Duh, it was the best. And not just because it was ours,"

"Well, we hired a great coordinator," Bosco wrapped his arms around my waist, laying his chin on the top of my head.

"Yea, we did. We really should've paid her, though. The poor girl didn't get a dime out of her job," I giggled.

"Oh, thanks," he said sarcastically with a small poke to my cheek. I reached over Bosco's leg and picked up a cherry wood-framed photo. I held it on my lap, letting my eyes wander over every inch of the wedding photo. The top of the frame was engraved with the words "I'll Always Love You...", while the bottom read "Forever and a Day". It had been a gift from Kim and her adorable son, Joey. The photo Bosco and I chose was during the ceremony. It was a shot of Bosco and I kissing after the vow/ring exchange. Bos' hand was resting on my cheek, my hand was resting on his other cheek. Our eyes were closed in what I remember as moments of pure bliss. "I think she got a lot more than a dime, baby."

"Yea," I sighed happily. "You know, we never had a honeymoon. It's been almost a month. Don't you think we should schedule one?"

"Sounds good," Bosco kissed my ear. "Where do you wanna go?"

"Australia," I answered automatically.

"Australia?" Bosco asked incredulously. I nodded. "What the hell for?"

"Because, it's the land down under, mate," I answered him in an Australian accent. I turned around and grinned. A mischievous grin took form on his lips.

"Oh, I've got your land down under right here," he whispered seductively in his own Australian accent. It was almost as bad as his British accent, so naturally I couldn't stop myself from dissolving into laughter.

"You're cheesy," I declared.

"Indeed,"

"In a good way," I assured him.

"Well until we can afford Australia, how about we just settle for a mini-moon right here in the heart of exotic New York City?" Bosco suggested. He lifted himself from the couch, then turned out the lights. The only light in the room came from the moon that shone through the windows of the apartment. He turned the stereo on and pressed CD. The first song that happened to play was "Wherever You May Go" by The Calling. Bosco approached me with an outstretched hand. "Care to dance, Mrs. Boscorelli?"

"Of course," I smiled as I stood up. Bosco and I wrapped our arms around each other as we listened to the lyrics. We let our bodies sway back in forth, our feet moving us in circles. The first words Bosco and I sang along to haunted my heart.

So lately, been wondering who will be there to take my place. When I'm gone you'll need love to light the shadows on your face.

"Bosco?"

"Yea,"

"How... How long do you think this will last?"

"What?" Bosco asked, pulling away to look down at me.

"How long do you think this will last?" I repeated. I could tell he didn't want to answer that question. It was the type that was best to be left juggled in the air, no answer to it. And he didn't answer. He gently guided my head to his shoulder, then let his head rest against mine. "Bosco?"

"Yea?"

"I love you,"