July 16th, 2005
Vincent stared at Emily's extremely large stomach. She watched as the expression exchanged on his face every once and awhile.
"Do you want to feel the baby?" She asked.
"Bebe seep." Vincent said. Emily chuckled softly as He put his head on her stomach. She ran her hand over his head.
"Baby is awake. She might kick your face if you're not careful." Vincent kissed Emily's stomach.
"NO KICK!" He yelled. Faith peered into the doorway.
"There you are." She chuckled, "Mommy was looking for you."
"Bebe seep." Vincent's blue eyes twinkled. "No kick."
"No kicking, eh?" Faith smiled softly watching Emily take his hand and put it below her belly button.
"Right here." The baby kicked against Emily and Vincent's hand. The toddler burst into a fit of giggles. "That was your niece."
"Wasn't it cool?" Faith smiled.
"Cool." Vincent repeated. Faith chuckled softly.
"Lunch will be ready in a minute." She said. Emily nodded as her mother and brother left the room. Vincent looked at his mother and ran his hand down her cheek.
"Pitty." He whispered. Faith looked down at him and chuckled.
"You think Mommy is pretty?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said with a small giggle. His hand touched the scar on her neck. Faith shivered slightly. "Owies." Faith nodded.
"Yeah. It's mommy's owie." She mumbled as she put Vincent in his highchair. Vincent frowned deeply.
"You 'kay?" He asked. Faith chuckled and ruffled his hair.
"Mommy is fine." She said as Emily waddled into the kitchen.
"I don't think I can fit food into my stomach." She said.
"Well, try." Faith said, "Bosco should be home in a half hour, but I really do need to go." Emily smiled and shooed her mother away.
"Go. Vince and I will be fine. Right, Buddy?" Emily asked.
"Right." Vincent said shoving some macaroni into his mouth.
"Call my cell if you need anything." Faith said, "First contraction or anything. Call me." Emily laughed as she ran her hand over her belly.
"I have four weeks. It'll be fine." She said. Faith kissed her cheek.
"All right." She said.
* * *
Faith pulled her vest off. Ten hours of working with Sully complain really gets to a person. She loved working with him, but when he was in one of his moods, it was hell.
"Do you want to go out and get a drink?" Sully asked.
"Oh I don't think so." Faith said, "I really want to be home just in case Emily pops." Sully chuckled.
"Come on. Just for a drink." He said, "All the guys are going to be there."
"Is my husband?" She asked.
"I don't think so. He left before Ty asked him." He said.
"So it would be me and about ten guys?" Faith chuckled.
"I suppose so." He said.
"Good bye, Sull." Faith chuckled as she walked out of the locker room, "Maybe next time when my husband is there." Faith walked down the hallway. A pair of arms grabbed her around her waist and pulled her into an empty room. Faith yelped and grabbed his arm and flipped him to the ground. Police training was coming in handy. "You're under arrest."
"Shit, Faith." She turned the lights on and saw that her knee was digging onto her husband's chest. "Get off me."
"I am so sorry." She jumped off of him and helped him to his feet.
"You do that to everyone?" Bosco groaned.
"I'm sorry. You grab women often?" She asked tucking her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm picking you up from work. I'm doing the husband thing." He said leading her back out. "I think you broke a few ribs."
"I didn't break anything." Faith chuckled, "Next time maybe you'll think twice about jumping poor defenseless women." Bosco laughed.
"You're far from defenseless." He said. Faith's eyes twinkled as she looked at her husband.
"You like that don't you?" Faith asked, "You like having a strong woman overpower you?" Bosco grinned.
"I may." He said, "Are you willing to show me when we get home?"
"If the kids are sound asleep." Faith smiled playfully. Bosco growled at her. Even after She bruised his chest, Bosco wanted her. Maybe even more than ever.
July 30th, 2005
Bosco stared into the television. He nursed a beer in one hand. He loved quiet nights like this. The kids were asleep and Faith was at work. He could have time to himself and he really needed it.
"This is the time." Bosco grinned. As if God was reading his mind, the doorbell rang. Bosco growled, "Don't wake Vincent up." He ran to the door and flung it open. "It's late and- Michael."
"Hey Bro." Michael Boscorelli stood in front of his brother.
"What do you want, Michael?" Bosco narrowed his eyes.
"No, hello? No, hell I've missed you?" Michael smiled.
"I haven't missed you." Bosco said with a growl. Whenever he saw his brother bad things happened. Michael pushed past his brother into the house. Bosco slammed the door and winced, "Don't wake the kids." Michael arched his eyebrow as he looked at him.
"Kids?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm married. I have three kids and I am waiting for a grandchild to be born." Bosco growled. Michael burst out laughing.
"Grandchild? Oh lord." Michael laughed.
"Michael, tell me what you want to just leave." Bosco said.
"I need a place to crash for the night." Michael said, "I don't have enough money for a hotel room." Bosco sighed deeply.
"My wife won't be too happy to see you on the couch."
"And you let your wife run your life?" Michael asked with a loud laugh.
"When it's Faith I do." Bosco said rubbing his neck. "Can you just leave?" Michael shook his head as he looked at his brother.
"Can I just sleep on the couch, Man?" Michael asked. Bosco sighed.
"Let me get some sheets and a blanket and some stuff." Bosco said. Michael grinned brightly, "Just…sit." Bosco walked upstairs. Faith would freak. He grabbed a few sheets and a pillow.
* * *
Faith unlocked the front door.
"Honey, I'm home." She chuckled softly stepping into the house. She peered into the living room and smiled, "Hey sexy."
"Hey." Michael looked up from the couch.
"Michael!" She turned bright red, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Your husband said I could stay here for the night." He said.
"Oh he did did he?" Faith frowned turning around and stomped up the stairs into their bedroom. She glared at her husband. "No."
"Oh...You're home." Bosco said, "Listen…"
"I'm not going to have that man sleeping in my house with my children in just above his head, Bosco." Faith growled loudly.
"That man is my brother." Bosco said, "Regardless what he did in the past, he just needs a place to sleep for the night."
"Too bad he's sleeping on the couch because that's where you were going to be sleeping." Faith crossed her arms.
"Just the night. He'll be gone in the morning before the kids wake up." He said. Faith sighed deeply and then nodded.
"Fine." She said, "He better be gone in the morning."
"Thanks." Bosco said exited the room. Faith sat down on the bed and sighed. She hated having Michael in her house. She hated having him here with her children here. She swore to god that if he did something to hurt any of them, he would be dead.
