April 25th, 2004

Vincent stood up and held tightly onto the chair. Angela filled his bottle up with apple juice and Bosco and Faith watched her.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Bosco asked.

"Sweetheart, I've raised a couple of kids." Angela said, "I can watch Vinny for the night."

"All right. I know you can." Faith smiled, "It's just we've never left him."

"Well, it's about time. He's almost seven months old." Angel said.

"I know." Bosco said as Angela picked up his son.

"Go." Angela laughed, "We'll be fine."

"All right. I gave Emily your number just incase something happens." Faith said, "Nothing should happen, but they are with their father, so…just in case." Angela laughed.

"Charlie and Emily will be fine with your ex. Vinny will be fine with me." Angela said. "Go."

"Okay, Ma." Bosco kissed his mother's cheek and ruffled Vincent's brown hair. "Be good for grandma." Faith leaned over and kissed her son. It would be hard to leave him even if it was only for a night.

* * *

Faith and Bosco walked into the hotel room. Faith grinned

"Oh this is beautiful." She said.

"I wanted the best room for you." Bosco said putting down their bags. Faith bounced into the room and feel onto the king-size bed. "We need to get one of these beds for home."

"I don't think we can fit it in our room." Bosco said kicking his shoes off.

"We'll make it fit." She said beckoning her husband on the bed with her finger. Bosco chuckled and crawled in next to her. "Thank you for this?"

"You're welcome." He said, "Do you want to order something from room service or take a nice hot bath?"

"I want to sleep." She chuckled, "I want to sleep without a baby attached to my breast."

"What about a husband?" Bosco smiled. Faith giggled softly.

"I may be able to handle that." Faith said. Bosco started to snuggle into his wife. "Do you think Vinny is going to walk soon?"

"Yes." Bosco chuckled. "Can we have sex now?"

"In a minute." Faith said, "We should call Ma and check on Vinny."

"He's fine, Faith." Bosco said slipping his hand beneath her shirt.

"What if he's missing us?" She asked.

"He's not missing us. He is glad we're not there and is happy he has grandma spoiling him." Bosco said. Faith chuckled.

"She knows not to give him candy right?"

"She knows." Bosco said as he started to kiss her neck. They really needed alone time. Bosco loved her neck. He suckled on her tender flesh. "This is nice." He mumbled. Faith mumbled something under her breath. Bosco looked up and saw that she was starting to snore. "Faith?….Are you asleep?"

"No." She mumbled between snores. Bosco sighed and pulled the blanket up around her.

"Sleep, babe." He whispered. She was obviously exhausted and he wanted this night to be hers and he wanted her to sleep.

May 9th, 2004

Emily turned around in the mirror. She looked pretty good in her red dress. It was nice and short, but not too short. She sprayed some perfume on herself and made sure her make up was on straight.

"Very good." Emily smiled and shut her door. "I'll be back later!!"

"Hold it." Bosco stepped out of the kitchen and stared at her. Was that his stepdaughter? It didn't look like her. She looked much older than the little Emily he watched grow up.

"What?" She frowned.

"What is that you're wearing?" Bosco looked Emily up ad down.

"A dress. Can I go now?" Emily crossed her arms.

"Where are you going?"

"To a movie with a couple of friends." She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Who are these friends?" Emily groaned deeply.

"Ashley, Michael, and Justin." Emily said.

"Two boys. Two girls. I don't think so." Bosco said, "Upstairs."

"No. They're going to be here any minute." She said.
"Who's driving?" Bosco asked.

"Justin." Emily said as she started to get antsy. Bosco laughed.

"How old is he?"
"Sixteen." Emily said.

"No. You're not going." Bosco said, "not dressed like that and not with people whose been driving for a day."

"But, Bosco!" She cried. Bosco stared at her.

"What'd you call me?"

"Bosco. It's not like you're my father. I don't have to continue calling you Dad, do I?" she asked.

"I never asked you to, but…I've been a better father than your father for almost two years." Bosco said. Emily rolled her eyes slipping her jacket on.

"I'll be back at eleven."

"No."

"Ten thirty then." Emily said.

"Try again." Bosco said. Emily sighed deeply.

"Nine thirty then. Can I please go then?" She asked.

"Call me when you get to the theater, okay?"

"Fine." Emily said as she ran outside. A red car pulled up and she jumped in. Bosco sighed deeply. This better not be a date.

* * *

Faith lay next to Bosco reading a book. It was ten thirty and there was no sign of Emily.

"She better get here soon." Faith said.

"She will…." Bosco said glancing at the clock.

"She really shouldn't have spent all that time with Fred. Every time she goes, she rebels with us." Faith said.

"She's just late." Bosco said.

"An hour, Bosco. She's an hour late." Faith said shutting her book.

"I can see." Bosco growled as the doorbell rang. Both of them jumped up and ran down the stairs. Bosco opened the door and Ty was standing there, "Davis…"

"Hey…I thought you'd want to handle this." He stepped aside and Emily walked in. Faith's eyes widened.

"What happened?" She asked.

"The car she was in. The driver was an underage drinker." Ty said. Bosco glared at Emily.

"You were in the car with a drunk driver??"

"I figured I'd let you handle her instead of bringing her in." Ty said.

"Thanks." Faith said, "I'll see you tomorrow." As soon as Ty left, Faith turned to her daughter.

"What where you thinking??!! Are you stupid!?" Faith cried.

"Apparently!" Emily cried ready to stomp up the stairs.

"Don't you dare go upstairs yet." Bosco said, "Where you drinking?"

"No!" Emily cried.

"How are we suppose to believe that?" Faith asked.

"Don't you trust me?" Emily asked.

"You've blown our trust more than once." Bosco said.

"I wasn't drinking, Michael pulled the beer out while he was driving. I wouldn't have gotten into the car if I had known he was going to drink." Emily said as she started to cry.

"You could have told him to pull over." Faith said.

"I tried to, Ma! I yelled, but he wouldn't pull over. Please! I tried." Emily sobbed, "I knew you'd be mad."

"Of course we're mad." Bosco said, "Officer Davis brought you to the door. What if he was coming to the door to tell us to ID your body, Em? Were you at least wearing you seatbelt?"

"Yes." Emily said softly. "I wasn't drinking."

"Okay." Faith said.

"Am I grounded?" She asked.

"For breaking curfew yes." Faith said, "Go to your room."

"But-"

"Now." Bosco said. Faith growled as Emily went upstairs to her room. "What are we going to do with her?"

"She's rebelling. Its that age." Faith said climbing the stairs again.

"Well, I don't like it." Bosco said. Faith chuckled.

"Typical father." She said.

"I swear that girl is testing every nerve inside of me." He said.

"One again, she's a teenager." Faith said crawling into bed. "Tomorrow we'll have another talk with her. She needs to understand what she did wasn't right and it isn't a good example to show Vinny and Charlie." Bosco nodded slowly. That moment he opened the door and saw Ty scared the crap out of him. For a split second he thought Emily was dead.