June 1st, 2002

It was hard adjusting to her new schedule. She was down to forty hours a week, with weekends off. But She didn't mind having weekends off. Faith got to spend time with her babies. Bosco was having a hard time with this though. He wasn't a family man. He usually didn't handle kids well, but now he had to be on his best behavior. No drinking and partying on the weekends. His actions reflected Faith's in the eyes of the judge.

"Mommy?" The familiar sound echoed through her dream as she slept. "Mommy, wake up." Faith groaned opening her eyes. Her son was standing by her bed.

"Charles, go to bed." She mumbled.

"Mom, I had a bad dream." He whispered, "Can I sleep with you?" Bosco stirred slightly. Faith glanced at Bosco but moved over.

"Get in and be quiet." Charlie smiled crawled in next to his mother. Faith wrapped her arm around her son and fell back asleep.

* * *

"Mom?" Emily shook her mother. Faith eyes opened as she sat up. She was alone in the bed and the morning sun poured into the window. "Mother." Faith looked at her daughter.

"What?"

"I don't feel good." Faith got herself out of bed.

"Go lay down." Faith said as she pulled her bathrobe on. Emily groaned following her mother.

"I really don't feel good." She said.

"And I told you to go lay down." Faith said going into the kitchen. Bosco smiled at her.

"I made some coffee."

"You're a savior." She smiled ruffling Charlie's hair, who was eating. Faith poured herself a mug.

"You okay, Em?" Bosco asked. Emily glared at him.

"I don't feel good." She said, "I think I'm going to throw up."

"Are you sure?" Emily nodded. Bosco touched her arm but she pulled away.

"God don't touch me!" She cried.

"Emily!" Faith snapped as Emily threw up on the kitchen floor. Bosco jump back.

"Shit." He cursed.

"Mommy, Bosco swore." Charlie giggled. Emily started to cry. Bosco looked back at the family with large eyes. So this is what being part of a family was like. Faith cursed under her breath.

"Charlie, Eat." She said putting a cold washcloth on her daughter's head. "Let's go lay you down, Sweetheart." Faith said pulling her daughter into Bosco's bedroom.

"In there?" Bosco asked worried.

"I'll get her a bucket." Faith rolled her eyes. As Faith tucked Emily in, Bosco stared at the mess in his kitchen. Charlie burst out laughing.

"What's your problem?" Bosco asked.

"You're funny." Charlie giggled. "You look like you've never been around kids before."

"Well, I haven't…not like this." Bosco said getting a mop.

"You like my mom don't you?" He asked.

"I love her." Bosco muttered. Charlie looked at Bosco biting his lip.

"My dad says that you're no good." He said, "He says some stuff about Mom too." Bosco looked at Charlie.

"Well don't listen to him. Form your own opinions on me." Bosco said almost gagging at the mess, "I want to be your friend, Charlie."

"And Emily's too?" He asked.

"Of course." Bosco said as Faith walking into the kitchen, "How is she?"

"She has a fever but I gave her medicine" Faith said, "You don't have to clean it up."

"I missed the diaper stage. Give me this." He winked. Faith chuckled softly taking Charlie's bowl from him.

"Buddy, since Emily is sick I need to stay with her." Faith said, "Why don't you and Bosco got to the park play some ball." Charlie grinned.

"Can we?" Charlie grinned. Bosco looked at the excitement on the child's face.

"Sure."

* * *

Bosco followed Charlie uncomfortable into the ark. He was going to have father/son moment. He was going to play ball. He only played ball once with his father. Charlie threw his backpack on the ground.

"It's really hot, but I think we can handle it." Charlie picked up his baseball glove. "Can we get some ice cream later?"

"We'll see." Bosco said picking up the ball. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Charlie lifted up his glove. Bosco couldn't help but to smile.

"Okay." He tossed the ball to Charlie. The child caught it and tossed it back, "Wow. You have a arm on you."

"I have two arms." Charlie giggled. Bosco burst out laughing throwing the ball back.

"So do I..." He winked, "Get your bat out."

"Goody!" Charlie threw the ball at Bosco and grabbed the bat. Bosco grinned broadly as he watched the child. Charlie held the bat tightly as Bosco threw the ball. The sound of the bat cracking echoed and the ball went flying.

"Great!" Bosco dashed after the ball and dove for it.

Maurice dove for the ball and caught it in his glove. The ten year old laughed standing up dusting his jeans off.

"I caught it!" Maurice jumped up and down.

"MAURICE!" Mr. Boscorelli hissed from the stand, "Get over here you stupid little twerp." Maurice bit his lip as his friends stared at him. Even from twenty feet away he could smell the liquor on his fathers lips. It made his stomach churn. Maurice jogged over to his father.

"Wh-What?" Mr. Boscorelli grabbed Maurice by his ear and yanked the child to him. Maurice gasped in pain.

"Is that how I taught you to call a fucking ball??" He stood up unstable.

"You never taught me anything!" Maurice cried trying to hold the tears in.

"Let me show you, Son." Mr. Boscorelli staggered onto the diamond Maurice stood there watching his father pass out at home plate.

"Maurry, want me get your ma?" His friend asked. Maurice shook his head.

"No." He muttered, "He'll wake up later."

"Bosco?"

"Bosco?" Charlie shook Bosco. He looked up; "You okay?"

"Oh yeah." Bosco said getting up, "I caught the ball." Charlie grinned.

"That was a super good catch. Can you teach me how to dive like that?" Bosco looked at the child. His eyes twinkled with excitement. Bosco nodded.

"Any time you want, Buddy." Bosco said.

"Very cool." Charlie smiled extending his hand to help Bosco up. Bosco couldn't believe this. Charlie was an awesome little guy. Bosco couldn't believe this. He was a father figure.

"I won't be like him." He said. Charlie looked at Bosco.

"What?"

"Nothing." Bosco smiled taking Charlie to the ice-cream truck. I won't be like my father to these kids. They deserve something stable.

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