February 25th, 2004
Bosco had collapsed on the floor of the kitchen not able to breathe as Faith cooked dinner. His face was red as he tried filling his lungs with air. Faith immediately grabbed him and helped him to the ER.
Bosco sat on the bed breathing in some oxygen the doctor had given him. Faith rubbed his leg. Dr. Jamingson walked in and stared at Bosco.
"What?" He asked, "I know. I'm a freak show." The doctor chuckled.
"You should charge admission." Dr. Jamingson winked, "How are you feeling?"
"It's easier to breathe." He said.
"I thought you'd say that." The doctor said looking at Bosco's chart.
"He's still really pale." Faith said.
"Thanks, Babe." Bosco muttered.
"Well, it's true." She frowned.
"All right. I need to ask you a few question about your attack." He said, "Ma'am, could you step outside for a moment?"
"I'm his wife. I can stay here." Faith said.
"Faith, please can I talk to him alone?" Bosco asked.
"But-"
"Now Faith." Bosco said. Faith sighed and stood up. She kissed his forehead and left the room.
"Was there any reasons you didn't want your wife to stay?" Bosco shrugged.
"It's my health. It's my business." He said.
"All right." Dr. Jamingson said, "Was this your first attack like this?" Bosco shook his head.
"I get small episodes every once and a while, but this was the worse one yet."
"How you ever gotten them looked at?"
"No. I hate doctors and hospitals…No offence." Bosco said.
"None taken." He said, "When did these attacks first start?"
"Ahh…A couple of years ago," Bosco said. The doctor noted this on his clipboard.
"You're a police officer, right?" he asked. Bosco nodded. "Did you work over at the world trade center when they fell?"
"Yeah," Bosco said, "This cant be from that. That was a long time ago and I had my lungs looked at. I took my medication."
"The problem with the treatment then, we didn't know 100% what you inhaled.' Dr. Jamingson said. "We are seeing a lot of cases lately of police officers and firefighters developing asthma."
"I don't have asthma." Bosco muttered.
"Yes you do. I can show you your x-rays and tests results." He said. I'm going to give you an inhaler. When you start feeling an attack coming on, use it."
"The fucking terrorists gave me asthma." Bosco groaned. "They can't kick me off of the force can they?"
"No they can't, but they need to know. You need to keep an inhaler o you at all times. Do you have trouble running at work?" Bosco shook his head.
"No. I never get attacks while I'm running or anything. I get it when my daughter is brushing the dog in the house or I'm in an abandoned building getting a perp. Sometimes cooking with spices and stuff gives me them. My wife burnt the garlic bread tonight." Dr. Jamingson nodded.
"That's all normal. Come spring time, you will probably have a harder time." He said, "I'm going to give you several inhalers. I want one by your beside, one in your pocket, one in your car at work, and one in your locker at work." Bosco sighed deeply. If anyone found out about this, he wouldn't hear the end of it. Bosco nodded anyway.
"All right. Thanks, doc." Bosco told Faith what was going on, but he just couldn't bring himself to telling anyone at work yet. This made him more of a whimp he thought, even though Faith told him he was being ridiculous. They would need to make a few adjustments at their house, like brushing Noelle on the porch and getting rid of the down pillows, but it'd be worth it.
April 11th, 2004
Vincent got up on his hands and knees. His dad had run to the kitchen for a sandwich leaving him alone for a second. The baby glanced towards the doorway as he started to crawl. First rule of parenting, when your child first starts crawl, never ever leave them unsupervised. Vincent moved fast out of the living room.
"All right. I got some food for daddy and a bot- oh shit." Bosco threw his food on the coffee table when he saw his son wasn't where he left him. "Vincent Giovanni!" He ran out and saw the little padded butt hurrying to the stairs. Bosco ran and snatched him up. "Very close, little man. Your mother would kill me if I lost you."
"Who you loosing?" Emily asked walking downstairs.
"Just my mind." Bosco winked. Emily nodded, "Listen, could you watch Charlie and Vinny tonight? I want to take your mother out for dinner tonight. She needs some alone time."
"Will I get paid?" Emily asked.
"Not if one of them is dead." Bosco said.
"Fine. I'm a good babysitter." Emily said tucking her hands into her jean pockets. Bosco nodded slinging Vincent on his hip.
"Yeah you are. I'll give you twenty bucks tonight if you do a great job." Emily grinned and nodded.
"All right."
* * *
Faith waved to Sully as she bounded down the stairs. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her husband sitting on the hood of their car.
"Hey there sexy." Faith grinned, "What are you doing on this side of town?"
"I'm just looking for some ass." Bosco said, "Some sweet honeys." Faith nodded as she strolled over to the car.
"Well, I might be able to hook you up. Looking for anything specific?" Faith asked with a grinned. Bosco nodded.
"Yeah. A blond with gorgeous eyes and great tits." He said.
"Well," Faith tried holding back her laughter, "I think I saw Taylor working today." Bosco stuck out his tongue and grabbed his wife by her waist, "Where are our dear children?"
"Dear daughter is watching dear sons." Bosco said. "We have the whole night to ourselves."
"Oooh. How much are you paying her?" Faith asked as Bosco nipped at her neck.
"Twenty bucks if they're all alive when we get home." He said.
"Where are we going?" She asked shivering underneath his lips.
"Somewhere where we can get freaky." Bosco said opening the car door for his wife. Faith giggled softly.
"All right." She got into the car. Bosco jumped into the car and sped off. "This is a wonderful surprise."
"I thought you'd like this." He said.
"It's nice being with you and not having a screaming baby and two fighting kids in the back seat." Bosco laughed at her.
"How true. How true." He said turning off the main road. With in ten minutes, Bosco pulled off the road onto the grass. Faith looked at him oddly. "And we get freaky."
"Oh! We're not!" She giggled.
"Oh we are, officer Boscorelli." Bosco said lunging for his wife. Faith squealed but let his lips kiss everywhere on her neck. "Tasty."
"Mmmm Mommy's getting hot all ready." Faith groaned. Having three kids asking for your attention all the time tends really put a damper on your love life. Bosco immediately unbuttoned Faith's shirt. Her breasts were amazing because of her breastfeeding.
"Daddy's hot too." Bosco groaned.
"I can feel." Faith purred. They were too wrapped up in what they were doing; they didn't see the police car pull up behind them. Officer Stevens stepped out and walked to the car.
"Excuse me." He tapped on the window.
"Oh fuck." Faith cursed. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it on.
"Don't worry." Bosco muttered as he rolled down the window.
"Officer Boscorellis." Stevens looked at them.
"Hey there. What's up?" Bosco asked.
"You need to move your car, Bosco." He said. Faith blushed deeply hiding her face in her hands. Bosco nodded.
"Yeah. Sure. We will." He said.
"You two have some fun." Officer Stevens said as Bosco started the engine.
"We will." Bosco winked and pulled away.
"I am so god damn embarrassed." Faith moaned. Bosco chuckled.
"There's nothing like being caught by one of your coworkers."
"Take me home." She said. She was still bright red. Bosco couldn't help but to find this whole situation hilarious even if Faith didn't.
