CHAPTER EIGHT
"Come on, I just wanna grab, ya know, some stuff," Faith said, pushing open her apartment door.
"Don't you women know when it's that time?" Bosco asked following her inside.
"What time? Hi, Bosco!" Charlie shrieked, running over to tackle his legs.
"Hey, Bosco," said a subdued Emily, scribbling away at the kitchen table.
"Where's your dad?" Faith asked, watching Bosco spin Charlie in the air.
"In the bedroom. He said he wasn't feeling too well," Emily replied, barely looking up from her work.
Faith headed to the back of the apartment, while Bosco pulled a chair out beside Emily. "What's this? Doing homework?" he asked.
"Ummm.no. I'm writing a letter," she said furtively.
"Ohhhh," Bosco replied. "Sneaking notes off to the forbidden boy, huh?"
Emily stared at Bosco unsure of how to respond. The next moment they were laughing.
"Shhh!" Emily warned.
"Keep that up and we'll be locking you away next week," Bosco teased.
Just then Faith and Fred walked in arms locked around each other. Bosco winced at the look that passed between the two.
"Guess what guys? Mom is gonna be spending some more time around here," Fred said.
"Really.you quit?" Charlie asked.
"No, I'm going on days," Faith replied. "So, you'll see a lot more of me around here."
The family started talking animatedly with each other and Bosco could only sit and observe. It was then when he realized why he couldn't get on board with the shift change in the first place. Now, what to do about it.
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Later that night, Bosco found himself standing outside the Yokas' apartment building. He went out for a drive to clear his thoughts and somehow ended up over here. He looked up at their apartment window and thought humorlessly what would happen if they caught him standing out here at three in the morning.
"Fred would probably shoot me with her gun," Bosco said to himself. Bosco had finally come to terms with what was bugging him the past couple of days. He knew he loved Faith-there was no doubt about that. But, he also knew Faith loved her family, her husband. As dysfunctional as they could be, that's where Faith's heart would always be. Bosco couldn't bring himself to jeopardize what she was so lucky to have. But it was killing him not to have her, so he was forced to come to one of the hardest decisions of his life. And though it tore apart every fiber of his being, he loved her enough to let her go. Which is exactly what he would do.
Bosco took one last look at the apartment then jumped in his car and roared off into the night.
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"Come on, I just wanna grab, ya know, some stuff," Faith said, pushing open her apartment door.
"Don't you women know when it's that time?" Bosco asked following her inside.
"What time? Hi, Bosco!" Charlie shrieked, running over to tackle his legs.
"Hey, Bosco," said a subdued Emily, scribbling away at the kitchen table.
"Where's your dad?" Faith asked, watching Bosco spin Charlie in the air.
"In the bedroom. He said he wasn't feeling too well," Emily replied, barely looking up from her work.
Faith headed to the back of the apartment, while Bosco pulled a chair out beside Emily. "What's this? Doing homework?" he asked.
"Ummm.no. I'm writing a letter," she said furtively.
"Ohhhh," Bosco replied. "Sneaking notes off to the forbidden boy, huh?"
Emily stared at Bosco unsure of how to respond. The next moment they were laughing.
"Shhh!" Emily warned.
"Keep that up and we'll be locking you away next week," Bosco teased.
Just then Faith and Fred walked in arms locked around each other. Bosco winced at the look that passed between the two.
"Guess what guys? Mom is gonna be spending some more time around here," Fred said.
"Really.you quit?" Charlie asked.
"No, I'm going on days," Faith replied. "So, you'll see a lot more of me around here."
The family started talking animatedly with each other and Bosco could only sit and observe. It was then when he realized why he couldn't get on board with the shift change in the first place. Now, what to do about it.
×××××××××
Later that night, Bosco found himself standing outside the Yokas' apartment building. He went out for a drive to clear his thoughts and somehow ended up over here. He looked up at their apartment window and thought humorlessly what would happen if they caught him standing out here at three in the morning.
"Fred would probably shoot me with her gun," Bosco said to himself. Bosco had finally come to terms with what was bugging him the past couple of days. He knew he loved Faith-there was no doubt about that. But, he also knew Faith loved her family, her husband. As dysfunctional as they could be, that's where Faith's heart would always be. Bosco couldn't bring himself to jeopardize what she was so lucky to have. But it was killing him not to have her, so he was forced to come to one of the hardest decisions of his life. And though it tore apart every fiber of his being, he loved her enough to let her go. Which is exactly what he would do.
Bosco took one last look at the apartment then jumped in his car and roared off into the night.
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