September 4th, 2006

Bosco ran his hand down Faiths back as she snuggled into him. He still counted his blessings when he was with her. Faith had always been great, but if he had known that the sex was going to be this great, he would have tried to bed her long ago. He would have told her to divorce Fred a long time ago and marry him. Bosco chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Faith looked at him, "What did I do?"

"Nothing, Darling, "He said, "I was thinking about Fred."

"Do you think about Fred a lot when we have sex?" Faith asked him with laughter. Bosco growled.

"Absolutely not." He said to her, "I was just thinking about how you should have divorced him sooner, so I could have you."

"But I thought you were an asshole. Hell, I still think you're an asshole." Faith laughed.

"Gee, thanks." Bosco hugged her. She kissed his chest.

"But I still love you." She got up and straddled him. Bosco grinned as he looked at her.

"I guess I can accept that." Bosco said caressing her hips.

"I've been thinking about something." Faith said, grinding herself against him.

"OH yeah. I've been thinking about something too." He said.

"No thinking about real stuff." She said. "Vinny will be starting preschool next September. So we can get a lot more hours at work, but I was thinking about keeping the same hours." Bosco frowned deeply.

"Why?" He asked.

"I was thinking about taking a class or two at the community college." Bosco sat up, almost knocking Faith off of him.

"Why would you want to do that?" He asked her.

"Why not?" She asked, "I would like some kind of education."

"Why? You went to school already." Bosco said. Faith frowned and got off of him.

"I went to the police academy. I could love to take a literature class or a writing class or something to stimulate my mind."

"You're smart, Faith. You don't need to prove anything to me."

"Believe it or not, I'm not doing this for you, Maurice." She said getting out of bed. Bosco winced when she said his first name. It had been an agreement at the beginning of this marriage that she would never call him that. She only did it when she was really pissed at him.

"Where are you going, Faith?" He asked.

"I'm calling, Emily. Sydney was getting sick." She said leaving the room. Bosco growled. Why the hell did she want to go back to school? He hated school. He was glad when he left school. Faith had to be insane to want to do this again. He got up and went downstairs.

"Faith?" He watched her.

"Just put a cod wash cloth on the back of her neck. You need to get her temp down, baby." Faith said, not looking at Bosco. "She'll be fine…I'll call you in a couple of hours. I love you too." She hung up the phone and looked at her husband, "Sydney has a one hundred an done fever."

"She'll be fine." Bosco said, "But will you be fine?"

"Yeah." Faith said, "You have clearly stated what you want for me to do and just because I'm your wife, I don't have to listen to you." Bosco nodded.

"I know you don't, Faith." He said. "If you want to go back to school, you can."

"Thanks for the permission." Faith said going to the fridge.

"I didn't mean it to come out like that." Bosco sighed. "If you want to become a nerd, then go ahead." Faith smiled slightly.

"I won't be a nerd." She said. "I just want to have some fun and not be ignorant to some things." Bosco slipped his arms around her waist.

"You're not ignorant. You're one of the most smart women I have ever met in my life." Bosco said, "You have life experience. You have street experience. You're smart."

"Life experience? You calling me old?" Faith chuckled.

"No I'm not." He kissed her nose, "Are we cool?"

"Until you stick your foot in your mouth again." She giggled softly. Bosco shrugged.

"So, an hour tops." He winked. Faith nodded. She sighed slightly.

"I really want to do this, Bos." She said. Bosco nodded as he swept her hair off of her forehead.

"I know." Bosco said. "Maybe I'll take a class or something." Faith shook her head.

"You wouldn't make it." She said softly. Bosco nodded in agreement.

"I'm proud of you for wanting this. I know you'll do great." Bosco whispered softly. Faith's heart thumped in her chest. She loved it when Bosco was nice towards her. She loved it when he complemented her. It made her feel ten times better. It made her life feel better.

September 20th, 2006

Faith frosted the vanilla cake in front of her. The big three. She really couldn't believe it. All this time had gone by so quickly. Emily held up the candles.

"Do you want three candles or four?" She asked.

"Four." Faith said. "What are they doing? Vince and Syd are quiet." Emily chuckled softly.

"In the living room looking at the frogs." She said as the doorbell rang, "I'll get it." Bosco walked into the kitchen and grabbed his wife's waist.

"What's cooking good looking?" He asked. Faith laughed slightly.

"Your son's birthday cake." She said.

"Ma guess whose here." Emily said with Sydney on her hip.

"Who?" Faith looked up to see her brother standing there, "Oh my god, Stanley. What are you doing here?"

"I was in town." Stanley hugged his sister, "What's going on? a party?" Faith pulled back and looked at him.

"Yeah. It's Vincent's birthday party." Faith said. Stanley looked at her oddly, "My Son. Your nephew."

"Oh right. Ma said you were pregnant a while back." Stanley said. Faith chuckled.

"Yeah. Awhile back." She shook her head as Bosco cleared his throat, "Bos, you've meet my brother, right?"

"Ah…Yeah once I think." Bosco looked Stanley up and down. He didn't see the family resemblance.

"Stanley, this is my husband." Faith said.

"Cop right?" Stanley asked.

"Yeah…You wear suits to kiddy parties often?" Bosco said. Stanley smiled.

"Charming man you have here, Faith." He said.

"Uncle Stan!" Charlie ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

"Hey buddy." Stanley smiled.

"Is Andrew here?" Charlie asked. Stanley shook his head.

"No. Andrew is at his own place. He's twenty now and living on his own."

"Wow. Time flies." Faith chuckled. Stanley looked at Emily and Sydney.

"It sure does now, doesn't it? You're a grandmother now." He said. Faith nodded.

"Are you really here because you were in town or are you checking up on me or are you here to rub my face into something?" Faith chuckled. Stanley chuckled.

"I came to see my sister. Mom has been telling me about you and I've very proud." Stanley said, "You got rid of that good for nothing drunk and look where you're living. You're doing something good with your life."

"Even when you compliment me, Stan, you make fun of me." Faith sighed, "I'm getting ready to serve the cake. Are you going to stay or leave?" Stanley looked over at Bosco.

"I'm glad you got a divorce, Faith." He said. Faith groaned.

"Good bye, Stan." She said.

"Oh come on, Faith." Stand groaned.

"You think because I have a better life, my family makes more money, or whatever you can come here and make believe you didn't think I was white trash all those years I was married to Fred? You're sorely mistaken." She growled.

"I'm your brother, Faith." Faith laughed.

"Some brother. You didn't come see your nephew when he was born. You didn't see me when I was shot and in a goddamn coma. You're no brother. You're just a man on my Christmas card list." She said. Stanley looked at his sister.

"Fine. Bye, Faith." He said and walked out of the kitchen. Bosco looked at Faith.

"He's your brother, Faith." She frowned deeply.

"Are we going to celebrate the birth of your son or not?" She asked. Bosco nodded and walked into the living room. Faith growled and lit the candles. She heard Stanley's car pull out of the driveway. Why did Stan always piss her off?

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