As the dawn broke on a new day, Faith rolled over to face Bosco. She was
still unable to wipe the smile from her face. These were not happy times,
but she felt that Bosco's love would carry her through.
Bosco leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forhead. She smiled and dug her head into the mountian of pillows at the head on the bed.
"Get up, Sleepyhead! I'll make you breakfast." Bosco said as he playfully tickled her.
"Stop it!" Faith laughed as she pushed Bosco off the bed.
Bosco lept to his feet and jumped on top of Faith, wrapping his arms around her and placing sweet kisses all down her neck. She never felt more safe than when she was with him. He seemed to bring out feeling in her that Fred could never expose. She was in love, a deep true love.
Bosco released Faith and pulled on a pair of white boxer briefs. He rose to his feet and began to prepare breakfast for the both of them.
"Where is your frying pan?" Bosco yelled from the kitchen of Faith's small two bedroom apartment.
"It's under the sink on the small shelf." Faith replied.
"Oh, I got it. How do you want your egss, Hun?"
"Scrambled is fine, Boz. You really don't have to..."
"Oh Hush!" Bosco interrupted " I am doing it because I want to...because I care."
His words comforted her, but they were unable to stop the unsettling feeling she got when she thought of how she would tell Emily and Charlie. She didn't want to lie to them, but she also didn't want them to resent Bosco. She decided to try not to think about things so much. Her head was spinning already and the thought of adding to that was too much to bear.
Just then, Bosco entered the room carrying a tray of assorted breakfast foods.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I made everything I could find." Bosco joked.
Faith giggled, "You're too much, Maurice."
"Maurice?! You never call me Maurice."
"I know...I know. I just thought..."
Bosco raised his finger and placed it gently over Faith's lips.
"It's ok Faith. I understand. You don't have to explain yourself to me. You can call me Maurice all you want, as long as you promise to keep me around." Bosco said. His love for her was shining for her, now more than ever. More than last night.
Faith was speechless. She was unsure last night what Bosco's motivation was. Now she was sure. She knew, without a doubt, in every inch of herself, that Bosco loved her...that he was in love with her, but she had to be sure.
"Bosco?"
"Yeah, Babe."
"How do you feel about me?"
Bosco seemed almost hurt by the question. He took a deep breath, and sighed before speaking. "How could you not know?" Bosco said with a sad look in his eyes. Faith could see the tears welling up in his eyes, but she let him continue."I love you Faith...no, wait...I'm IN love with you. I thought you knew that. I have loved you for years, but you had Fred, and I thought that you...you didn't feel the same way." His voice was breaking as a tear slid down his cheek.
"Oh, Boz...I didn't mean..."
"Yes you did, Faith." He said as he wiped the tears from his face. "I know I have done things in the past, like Nicole. I can't forget the things I did and said. I know you haven't forgotten them either. I'm not proud of who I was, Faith, but Nicole's NOT you." The tears now poured from his eyes at a more rapid pace. "No one is you, Faith. You are the girl I dreamt of marrying. You are the girl I wanted to grow old with. You are everthing to me. Can't you see that?"
"Bosco, I'm sorry." Faith sobbed "I just had to know. I never meant to hurt you. I love you Maurice Boscorelli."
She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up. "Bosco...?" But it was too late. He was already out the door.
Could it be that she just let the best thing that ever happed to her walk out of her life?
The rain pelted the window; muffling her sobs. She sat there and wondered if he was ever coming back.
Bosco leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forhead. She smiled and dug her head into the mountian of pillows at the head on the bed.
"Get up, Sleepyhead! I'll make you breakfast." Bosco said as he playfully tickled her.
"Stop it!" Faith laughed as she pushed Bosco off the bed.
Bosco lept to his feet and jumped on top of Faith, wrapping his arms around her and placing sweet kisses all down her neck. She never felt more safe than when she was with him. He seemed to bring out feeling in her that Fred could never expose. She was in love, a deep true love.
Bosco released Faith and pulled on a pair of white boxer briefs. He rose to his feet and began to prepare breakfast for the both of them.
"Where is your frying pan?" Bosco yelled from the kitchen of Faith's small two bedroom apartment.
"It's under the sink on the small shelf." Faith replied.
"Oh, I got it. How do you want your egss, Hun?"
"Scrambled is fine, Boz. You really don't have to..."
"Oh Hush!" Bosco interrupted " I am doing it because I want to...because I care."
His words comforted her, but they were unable to stop the unsettling feeling she got when she thought of how she would tell Emily and Charlie. She didn't want to lie to them, but she also didn't want them to resent Bosco. She decided to try not to think about things so much. Her head was spinning already and the thought of adding to that was too much to bear.
Just then, Bosco entered the room carrying a tray of assorted breakfast foods.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I made everything I could find." Bosco joked.
Faith giggled, "You're too much, Maurice."
"Maurice?! You never call me Maurice."
"I know...I know. I just thought..."
Bosco raised his finger and placed it gently over Faith's lips.
"It's ok Faith. I understand. You don't have to explain yourself to me. You can call me Maurice all you want, as long as you promise to keep me around." Bosco said. His love for her was shining for her, now more than ever. More than last night.
Faith was speechless. She was unsure last night what Bosco's motivation was. Now she was sure. She knew, without a doubt, in every inch of herself, that Bosco loved her...that he was in love with her, but she had to be sure.
"Bosco?"
"Yeah, Babe."
"How do you feel about me?"
Bosco seemed almost hurt by the question. He took a deep breath, and sighed before speaking. "How could you not know?" Bosco said with a sad look in his eyes. Faith could see the tears welling up in his eyes, but she let him continue."I love you Faith...no, wait...I'm IN love with you. I thought you knew that. I have loved you for years, but you had Fred, and I thought that you...you didn't feel the same way." His voice was breaking as a tear slid down his cheek.
"Oh, Boz...I didn't mean..."
"Yes you did, Faith." He said as he wiped the tears from his face. "I know I have done things in the past, like Nicole. I can't forget the things I did and said. I know you haven't forgotten them either. I'm not proud of who I was, Faith, but Nicole's NOT you." The tears now poured from his eyes at a more rapid pace. "No one is you, Faith. You are the girl I dreamt of marrying. You are the girl I wanted to grow old with. You are everthing to me. Can't you see that?"
"Bosco, I'm sorry." Faith sobbed "I just had to know. I never meant to hurt you. I love you Maurice Boscorelli."
She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up. "Bosco...?" But it was too late. He was already out the door.
Could it be that she just let the best thing that ever happed to her walk out of her life?
The rain pelted the window; muffling her sobs. She sat there and wondered if he was ever coming back.
