Author's Note: Yup, the movie is Family Man. Hope ya'll like this chapter
and thank you for the reviews. Keep 'em coming. ;-)
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Faith stood at their place under the bridge and looked out over the water. She had to get away, just long enough to figure this out. It had been the most confusing day of her life and it didn't seem to be getting any better. She rushed home to her apartment, worried that the kids had gotten into some sort of trouble, but the place was empty, completely empty. It looked as if someone had broken in and stolen all her stuff while she was away. She questioned the neighbors but they didn't even recognize her, saying that the place had been vacant for months.
She asked Bosco where her kids and Fred were, hoping he would know but he just gave her a strange look, saying they were still in Long Island where they had been for the past 2 years. She just couldn't piece together what was going on, it was all too confusing. One moment she's married to Fred with two kids and then all of a sudden they're gone, like they were never really there at all.
Faith stared at her wedding ring. She was married to Bosco now, it literally happened over night and she wasn't sure how to act around him. Sure there had been times when she fantasized about him, about what her life would be like if she somehow ended up with Bosco instead of Fred, but never did she think it would become reality.
She missed her children. Oddly enough she didn't miss Fred one bit, but her kids occupied her thoughts. She wondered if they were happy, if they hated her, if they missed her, or if they even thought about her at all. She just hoped Fred was staying sober, he was a good father when he wasn't drunk.
Faith turned away from the water, just in time to see a tall man approaching her. He seemed nice enough and had a certain calming quality about him but she gripped her gun anyway, after all this was New York city in the middle of the night.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"I bet you're wondering what's going on, huh?" He walked right up to her, paying no attention to the weapon she held.
"And I suppose you're gonna tell me?"
"What you're experiencing is called a Glimpse. This is a peek into what you're life could have been like if you would have made some different choices. You're lucky ya know, not many people get a chance like this. I suggest you take advantage of it."
Faith stared at him in confusion. " That's it, that's all you're gonna tell me? How did I get here? How do I get back? Is any of this real?"
He smiled at her, obviously having heard these same questions many times before. "Sorry, I can't tell you anything else. It'll all become clear to you in time."
And then as soon as he had appeared, he was gone. Leaving Faith under the bridge alone, still trying to make sense of what she'd herd.
"You're lucky. Take advantage of it" his words kept echoing through her mind as she climbed the steps to 'their' apartment. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt to play along a little' she thought as she walked through the front door.
"Honey, I'm home" she looked around and spotted Bosco in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled wonderful.
Bosco glanced over at her and grinned. "Hey, where'd ya run off too? I was about ready to call the station and report ya missing"
"Just needed to clear my head, things have seemed kinda weird lately." She leaned over the counter to inspect the food. Hoping for something sweet. "What are ya cookin?"
"Poached pears, with a white cream sauce."
Faith raised an eyebrow at him. "You're kidding. Where'd ya learn how to make that."
"I've been watchin the Food Network." He smiled proudly before spooning up some sauce and offering it to her.
"Wanna test it? If it tastes bad you can blame it on Emeril, I used his recipe."
Faith licked it off the spoon. It was heavenly and she was about to tell him so when he got closer to her, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Ya got some on you." He said only inches away from her now.
It suddenly felt very warm in that room. Faith knew what was about to happen and even though it felt wrong to mislead him, to pretend that she was his Faith when she wasn't, she couldn't bring herself to move away. She had wanted this for a long time, she just didn't realize it until now.
He closed the gap between them and licked off the remaining sauce from her bottom lip. "I think it tastes better on you than it would on the pears."
"Well, no one said we had to have it over pears." That was all she got out before he cut her off with a kiss, leaving no doubt in her mind that that sauce would end up in some very unconventional places.
TBC...
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Faith stood at their place under the bridge and looked out over the water. She had to get away, just long enough to figure this out. It had been the most confusing day of her life and it didn't seem to be getting any better. She rushed home to her apartment, worried that the kids had gotten into some sort of trouble, but the place was empty, completely empty. It looked as if someone had broken in and stolen all her stuff while she was away. She questioned the neighbors but they didn't even recognize her, saying that the place had been vacant for months.
She asked Bosco where her kids and Fred were, hoping he would know but he just gave her a strange look, saying they were still in Long Island where they had been for the past 2 years. She just couldn't piece together what was going on, it was all too confusing. One moment she's married to Fred with two kids and then all of a sudden they're gone, like they were never really there at all.
Faith stared at her wedding ring. She was married to Bosco now, it literally happened over night and she wasn't sure how to act around him. Sure there had been times when she fantasized about him, about what her life would be like if she somehow ended up with Bosco instead of Fred, but never did she think it would become reality.
She missed her children. Oddly enough she didn't miss Fred one bit, but her kids occupied her thoughts. She wondered if they were happy, if they hated her, if they missed her, or if they even thought about her at all. She just hoped Fred was staying sober, he was a good father when he wasn't drunk.
Faith turned away from the water, just in time to see a tall man approaching her. He seemed nice enough and had a certain calming quality about him but she gripped her gun anyway, after all this was New York city in the middle of the night.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"I bet you're wondering what's going on, huh?" He walked right up to her, paying no attention to the weapon she held.
"And I suppose you're gonna tell me?"
"What you're experiencing is called a Glimpse. This is a peek into what you're life could have been like if you would have made some different choices. You're lucky ya know, not many people get a chance like this. I suggest you take advantage of it."
Faith stared at him in confusion. " That's it, that's all you're gonna tell me? How did I get here? How do I get back? Is any of this real?"
He smiled at her, obviously having heard these same questions many times before. "Sorry, I can't tell you anything else. It'll all become clear to you in time."
And then as soon as he had appeared, he was gone. Leaving Faith under the bridge alone, still trying to make sense of what she'd herd.
"You're lucky. Take advantage of it" his words kept echoing through her mind as she climbed the steps to 'their' apartment. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt to play along a little' she thought as she walked through the front door.
"Honey, I'm home" she looked around and spotted Bosco in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled wonderful.
Bosco glanced over at her and grinned. "Hey, where'd ya run off too? I was about ready to call the station and report ya missing"
"Just needed to clear my head, things have seemed kinda weird lately." She leaned over the counter to inspect the food. Hoping for something sweet. "What are ya cookin?"
"Poached pears, with a white cream sauce."
Faith raised an eyebrow at him. "You're kidding. Where'd ya learn how to make that."
"I've been watchin the Food Network." He smiled proudly before spooning up some sauce and offering it to her.
"Wanna test it? If it tastes bad you can blame it on Emeril, I used his recipe."
Faith licked it off the spoon. It was heavenly and she was about to tell him so when he got closer to her, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Ya got some on you." He said only inches away from her now.
It suddenly felt very warm in that room. Faith knew what was about to happen and even though it felt wrong to mislead him, to pretend that she was his Faith when she wasn't, she couldn't bring herself to move away. She had wanted this for a long time, she just didn't realize it until now.
He closed the gap between them and licked off the remaining sauce from her bottom lip. "I think it tastes better on you than it would on the pears."
"Well, no one said we had to have it over pears." That was all she got out before he cut her off with a kiss, leaving no doubt in her mind that that sauce would end up in some very unconventional places.
TBC...