November 30th, 2006
Bosco stood in the doorway of the hospital bathroom watching Faith remove her make up. They had told the children about the cancer. They were devastated and rightly so, but they were extremely supportive. Faith was feeling a little bit better about everything though. She turned and smiled at him.
"They should let you where make up into the room." She chuckled wrapping her rob around her. Bosco nodded slowly.
"Come sit with me." Bosco said. Faith bit her lip taking his hand. He led her over to the bed. "Are you nervous?"
"A little bit." Faith admitted, "but not about the surgery."
"Then what are you nervous about?" Bosco asked pushing he hair off of her face.
"That after the surgery you wont find me sexy any more." She said. Bosco frowned deeply.
"I will always find you sexy, Faith." Bosco said, "But you need this surgery. You can have reconstructive surgery later." Faith smiled.
"First I had this scar removed." She touched her throat where she was shot a couple of years ago, "And now I'm getting a new breast." Bosco smiled softly.
"Just think, by your birthday next month, you will be home and healthy." He said.
"And throwing up from chemo." Faith sighed. Bosco rubbed her back as Dr. Whitney walked inside.
"Good morning, Mrs. Boscorelli." He said, "Are you about ready?"
"No." Faith smiled weakly, "But it needs to be done."
"Yes it does. If you get up o the gurney, we'll wheel you in and you can meet the anesthesiologist." He said, "Mr. Boscorelli the waiting room is just down the hallway. It'll be a couple hours."
"Thanks." Bosco said helping Faith onto the gurney. He kissed her very softly. "I'll be in the waiting room with the kids and when you go into recovery I'll be right by your side." Faith took in a deep breath, "Be strong for me."
"I have to be strong. I'm a Boscorelli." She said. Bosco smiled.
"That's my girl." He whispered. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched his wife being wheeled away.
* * *
Bosco sat patiently in the waiting room. This day was never ending. He just wanted to hold Faith again, hold all of her.
"Here." Justin handed Bosco a cup of coffee.
"Thank you." Bosco mumbled. He glanced over at Vincent who was playing quietly in the corner with Sydney.
"No problem." Justin said as he sat down next to Emily.
"Ma will be okay." Emily said, "She's strong, Dad."
"I know she is. It doesn't help my worrying though." He said, "So much has happened recently, I don't know why it has."
"I don't know." Emily shrugged, "God is testing you, I guess."
"Well, God can stop this shit." He growled.
"Daddy." Vincent looked up for his Lego castle.
"Sorry, Bud." Bosco sighed. Dr. Whitney walked into the room.
"Mr. Boscorelli?" Bosco jumped up and looked at him.
"How is she? How is Faith?" He asked. Dr. Whitney smiled.
"It went great. It looks like we got all of the cancer." He said. Emily threw her arms around Justin and hugged him tightly. "She still has to go through a round of chemotherapy, but it's great. Later on we can talk about reconstructive surgery when she's ready. Okay?" Bosco nodded running his hand through his hair.
"Thank you so much." Bosco said, "Can I go see her?"
"Only one right now." Dr. Whitney said.
"You go dad." Emily said, "I'll watch Vince." Bosco nodded and followed Dr. Whitney to the recovery room. Faith was laying on the bed I the corner. She was so pale and was wearing an oxygen mask. Bosco walked over to her and took her hand.
"Faith?" He said softly. She grunted slightly. Coming out of anistisia was always hard for her. "I'm here, Baby."
"But I'm late." She slurred. Bosco smiled softly as she looked at him.
"You're not late. You're right here." He said, "The surgery went great. They think they got all of the cancer." She grunted again.
"Chemo?" She mumbled. Bosco mumbled.
"You'll start chemo soon." He said. She tried knocking the oxygen mask off of her. Bosco put it back on, "Keep this on."
"Tired." She slurred.
"Go back to sleep. I'll be right here. Emily is taking Charlie and Vincent to her house, so you don't need to worry about them." He said. Faith mumbled something under her breath as she was asleep quickly. Bosco sighed slightly. At least she had come out of the surgery okay. He knew there was always that possibility that they didn't get all the cancer, but he couldn't think like that. He had to be positive…for her, himself, and the children.
December 14th, 2006
Faith stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She was disgusting. She was patched up and disgusting looking. Faith bit her lip. How could her husband find this attractive? She was married to frigging Maurice Boscorelli. He loved big breasts and tight asses. She had one breast and a shitty forty-year-old-gave-birth-to-three-children ass.
"Sweetheart?" Bosco walked into the bedroom. Faith pulled the bathrobe shut.
"You feeling okay?" He asked bringing in some ginger ale.
"Only threw up twice." Faith smiled softly walking into the bedroom.
"How else are you feeling?" He asked as he watched her sit on the edge of the bed. Faith looked up at him with sad eyes.
"What makes you think I have something else on my mind?"
"We've been married for four and a half years. I know when something is wrong." Bosco said, "Your birthday is tomorrow. You're turning forty. Is that what it is?"
"No." She said.
"You need sex? Is that what it is?" Bosco asked. Faith chuckled.
"No. That's not it." Faith said.
"Then tell me, Faith. What is it?" He asked. She sighed.
"I feel so gross." She whispered. Bosco frowned.
"Why?" He asked her. Faith's lower lip trembled.
"Not that I ever was before but…but um, I feel so unsexy. I feel so incomplete. I know it's stupid to feel so vain but I'm so scared that you won't want me anymore." Faith whispered.
"You're afraid that I won't find you attractive anymore?"
"Yes." She said softly.
"You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. You may have had stuff removed and you may be turning forty, but you turn me on." Bosco smiled slightly, "So horny."
"Oh shut up." Faith laughed smacking him; "It's just like you to turn something romantic into something gross."
"My wanting you is gross?" She asked.
"No." She chuckled. Bosco reached out and untied her bathrobe.
"Good." He said. Faith's eyes widened.
"What are you doing?" She asked him.
"I want to see your body." He said. Faith blushed deeply.
"N-No. No you don't, Bos." She whispered. Bosco nodded.
"Yes I do. I find your body to be very attractive." He said slowly pushing the robe off of her shoulders. Faith lowered her head and closed her eyes. He leaned over and kissed her chin. Her lips trembled slightly. She already felt so exposed.
Bosco slowly unbuttoned her nightgown. Faith's body started to tremble slightly. She was so god damn scared for him to see her so exposed. He pulled her nightgown and stared at her.
"You're gorgeous." He said. Faith shook her head.
"No I'm not." She whispered.
"You are." Bosco leaned over and pressed his lips to her chips. Faith let out a soft sob feeling his lips there.
"S-Stop please." She whimpered. Bosco looked up at her.
"Are you okay?" He whispered. Faith shook her head, pulling her robe up around her.
"I can't do this. I'm not r-ready for this." She said wiping her tears. He sat up and stared at her. He reached out and touched her cheek.
"All right." He said softly, "When you're feeling better and up to it, we can make love if you want."
"You're not mad?" Faith asked. He shook his head.
"No. I'm never mad." He winked, "Can I hold you tonight?" Faith smiled softly.
"I would really love that." She said.
"In the morning I will make you a great birthday breakfast, Okay?" Bosco said to her as they cuddled on the bed.
"It sounds perfect." She whispered, "Thank you for being such a great husband." Bosco kissed her forehead.
"Thank you for being such a wonderful wife." Bosco smiled and hugged her even tighter. He would make her feel wanted and sexy. He had to. Maybe the implant will make her feel better. He hated to see her like this. It made his heart break.
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