September 10th, 2002
Bosco watched Faith a she washed the dishes. Locks of blond hair fell from her clip and framed her beautiful face. Occasionally, she'd swipe her hair back leaving a bead of water on her temple. Watching her sent shivers of love through his body. Faith would glanced over at him every now and then and flash him her gorgeous smile.
"F, can I ask you something personal?" He asked. Faith chuckled softly.
"You're my husband so I suppose my life is an open book." She smiled. Bosco cleared his throat.
"You want kids?" He asked. Faith looked at him.
"I have kids." She said putting the dishrag down.
"I know, but do you want kids with me?" Bosco asked, "I was thinking that it might be kind of cool to be a dad." Faith stared at him in disbelief.
"I…I don't know if I can do that again." She said softly. "It's late in my life-"
"It's not let in your life." He chuckled.
"This is where I want to be, Bosc." She said, "My career is perfect. My kids are growing up. Last year…You know how hard I thought about…. Babies and now…I don't even know if I can have any after all my medication."
"I know, Faith, those are all good points." He said, "But don't you want a little creature that we made out of love? Something both of ours. I can't help thinking that I would be a good father I wouldn't be like mine." Faith sighed deeply.
"Can we talk about this at another time?" She asked softly.
"No I want to talk about this right now." He said.
"I know what this is all about. Tomorrow is the eleventh and you're freaking about your longevity. You think by having a child, your name will live on forever, even if you don't." Faith said. Bosco looked away.
"You're wrong." He muttered.
"I'm not wrong." She said sitting on his lap and putting her arms around him.
Having a baby is a big deal. It's not something we can just decide to happen one day. It takes planning, especially in our line of work. You're not going to die anytime soon, Bosc. Your memory will live on forever even if you do." He sighed softly.
"I know." He muttered, "I do want a kid though."
"I know you do." She said kissing his temple, "I'll think about it, okay? It'll take a big commitment on my part, you do understand?"
"I know, Baby. When…and if, you're ready, just tell me." Bosco said looking at her, "It might be cool to wait a little so I can save some money." Faith laughed.
"Babies cost a lot of money. They cost a lot more when school starts and they want all the designer clothes." Faith said getting up to finish the dishes, "Emily alone is doing me in."
"Tell her to get a job." Bosco said. Faith laughed.
"She's barely twelve." She said.
"I know that. I don't mean go become a broker, but she can walk dogs or wash cars or something." He said, "It might do her some good for her to learn what a dollar means." Faith nodded.
"Yeah. Maybe. That's a good idea." She smiled slightly. "Dinner should be ready in five minutes." Bosco looked around the kitchen.
"What did you cook?" He asked.
"Little Caesar's pizza." She chuckled. Bosco smiled getting some paper plates from the cupboard.
"I love it when you cook." He said. He didn't know how Faith knew everything about him. She was so right about the whole baby thing. The doorbell rang and Bosco left to go answer it. Faith watched him.
A baby. She hadn't even thought about having a baby with Bosco. Maybe that's one reason why she married him. She thought he didn't want any kids, but now...Now the idea was on the table. Faith sighed and sat down at the table as Bosco came back with the pizza.
"Here you go." Bosco smiled sitting down and opened the box.
"I'm not in the mood for pizza anymore." Faith muttered. Bosco frowned.
"What? Why?" Faith shrugged.
"I don't know you eat." She said, "I'll be right back." Faith got up and walked to their bedroom. She crouched down in front of the bed and pulled out a box. Faith opened it up and took out Emily and Charlie's baby book. She opened it up and started to read. Bosco walked in.
"Faith, are you okay?" She nodded.
"Yeah." She said, "I'm just thinking." Bosco settled on the bed next to her. She pointed a picture out to Bosco, "I was eight months pregnant with Emily here."
"You look so young." He chuckled.
"I was." She said. "I was almost twenty-three. Here's Emily when she was one hour old."
"Is that Fred with hair?" Bosco laughed loudly. Faith smiled.
"He had it once." She sighed softly. She stared at a baby picture of Charlie's for a long time. Bosco watched her, "If you want to have a baby, Bosco, then we will." She looked at him. He smiled gently pushing her blond hair behind her ear.
"I do, but after thinking about it, I don't want one yet." He said, "I want to enjoy being married to you first. I want to enjoy being Em and Charlie's stepfather first. Having a baby will take up a lot of our time." Faith nodded.
"We don't even know if I can have any. I may be as sterile as Mother Theresa. I don't want to be sterile. That's something…. Something I don't want to get rid of even though I know my time is getting closer. I don't want to be sterile. Bosco smiled softly.
"You're not, Faith." He kissed her temple. "Someday, we'll have a baby together. When we're both ready that is." Faith nodded looking at him.
"Have I mentioned how in love I am with you right now?" She asked. Bosco grinned and shook his head.
"Nope." He said, "You haven't said that in a while." Faith leaned over and kissed him.
"I love you, Bosc."
"I love you too, Faith, now go get some pizza." She nodded and left the room. He exhaled shaking his head. That had been too close. Too close for her to reconsider her waiting decision. Sure, Bosco wanted a baby, but after thinking what she said waiting sounded like a good idea.
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