The Bus arrived at the station and Mercedes pulled the car seat out. Carlos looked at her as he got out, moving to her side. Bosco felt horrible for assuming it wasn't Mikey's. He just could never see Mikey with a child, never mind a prostitute's child. Faith pulled up into a spot and parked the RMP, moving to Bosco's side. Rose said she was going to go home and get some of Maurice and Mikey's baby clothes and bring them to their place. Mercedes walked with Carlos into the station.
"I'll meet you at home." Bosco said after them and headed to the precinct to get dressed. Carlos nodded and moved with Mercedes up the stairs. When they walked into the kitchen everyone surrounded them, looking at the baby.
"So the baby is Mikey's?" Jimmy asked, curious.
"Yes. Now he need to decide what to do with him."
"Does he have a name?" Kim asked
"Not that I know of. Think I should name him?" Mercedes looked over.
"Yeah, why not. Better than saying Baby Boscorelli." Kim giggled at the name.
"Hmm..."
"I'm going to get changed. I'll be right down." Carlos ran upstairs to get dressed to go home.
"I'll have to talk to Mo about the name. My mom said she would meet us at our place, so we will all discuss it." Her mind was made about a name, though. She knew what it would be, and she knew they would all agree.
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Carlos opened the apartment door for her. Walking inside, Mercedes placed the seat on the floor and unbuckled the baby, picking him up. Their mother was already there with Bosco.
"We need to think of a name." Rose stated.
"How do you pick a name?" Bosco looked lost. He named Mercedes, but his mother changed it and moved his name to her middle name. Love. But he only thought of that because of Valentine's day, Mercedes Birthday.
"What about Carlos?" Carlos looked around, optimistically. Bosco rolled his eyes.
"Marvin?" Rose said as Bosco looked at his mother. Wondering what pipe she smoked before coming over. Marvin? Jesus Ma! He thought to himself. Realizing Mercedes hadn't spoke; they all looked at her. She stared at the baby.
"Hunny, do you have a name thought of?" Rose asked softly.
"Michael... Maurice. Michael Maurice Boscorelli." She just said it. They all looked at each other as she rocked the sleeping baby. No one argued. They all knew it was the right name. Except, maybe for the Maurice part. Without even letting them decide if they liked it, she stood up and put the baby in the car seat, buckling him in. They had no crib, so he would have to sleep in that for now. Moving him into the bedroom, she came out, and sat looking at them.
"Now what?" Mercedes sat down, sighing.
"What do you mean?" Rose said.
"I mean, do we keep him, or put him up for adoption?" Mercedes said brutally.
"What do you mean? Put him up for adoption? You can't! That's my grandson!"
"Ma. Who's going to take care of him. You cant because you work two jobs. Social Services won't allow Mo to be the official guardian. He's unmarried and has a hazardous job."
"What about you? This is your chance to raise a child."
"Ma... I don't know if I am ready to do that after what happened. I just got fired from my job. We don't have the income to raise a newborn."
"You're not putting my grandson up for adoption! I won't let you!" Rose stormed out, leaving the three to sit there and think about what to do.
"You really pissed Ma off, Merc. God job."
"I didn't hear you backing me up. Don't bitch. You think I'm right?" Bosco didn't know. H never had to deal with this situation before. But he knew new who had.
"Carlos, what do you think we should do." Bosco knew he had been stuck like this before and wanted his opinion.
"Umm. I don't know. Kylie was my daughter. This baby is related to you. It's your decision. I'll help wherever it is needed. And I will back you up on whatever decision you make."
"We'll sleep on it tonight. Talk tomorrow. We all have the day off." Mercedes walked into the bedroom and laid down.
"I'll meet you at home." Bosco said after them and headed to the precinct to get dressed. Carlos nodded and moved with Mercedes up the stairs. When they walked into the kitchen everyone surrounded them, looking at the baby.
"So the baby is Mikey's?" Jimmy asked, curious.
"Yes. Now he need to decide what to do with him."
"Does he have a name?" Kim asked
"Not that I know of. Think I should name him?" Mercedes looked over.
"Yeah, why not. Better than saying Baby Boscorelli." Kim giggled at the name.
"Hmm..."
"I'm going to get changed. I'll be right down." Carlos ran upstairs to get dressed to go home.
"I'll have to talk to Mo about the name. My mom said she would meet us at our place, so we will all discuss it." Her mind was made about a name, though. She knew what it would be, and she knew they would all agree.
~~~~~
Carlos opened the apartment door for her. Walking inside, Mercedes placed the seat on the floor and unbuckled the baby, picking him up. Their mother was already there with Bosco.
"We need to think of a name." Rose stated.
"How do you pick a name?" Bosco looked lost. He named Mercedes, but his mother changed it and moved his name to her middle name. Love. But he only thought of that because of Valentine's day, Mercedes Birthday.
"What about Carlos?" Carlos looked around, optimistically. Bosco rolled his eyes.
"Marvin?" Rose said as Bosco looked at his mother. Wondering what pipe she smoked before coming over. Marvin? Jesus Ma! He thought to himself. Realizing Mercedes hadn't spoke; they all looked at her. She stared at the baby.
"Hunny, do you have a name thought of?" Rose asked softly.
"Michael... Maurice. Michael Maurice Boscorelli." She just said it. They all looked at each other as she rocked the sleeping baby. No one argued. They all knew it was the right name. Except, maybe for the Maurice part. Without even letting them decide if they liked it, she stood up and put the baby in the car seat, buckling him in. They had no crib, so he would have to sleep in that for now. Moving him into the bedroom, she came out, and sat looking at them.
"Now what?" Mercedes sat down, sighing.
"What do you mean?" Rose said.
"I mean, do we keep him, or put him up for adoption?" Mercedes said brutally.
"What do you mean? Put him up for adoption? You can't! That's my grandson!"
"Ma. Who's going to take care of him. You cant because you work two jobs. Social Services won't allow Mo to be the official guardian. He's unmarried and has a hazardous job."
"What about you? This is your chance to raise a child."
"Ma... I don't know if I am ready to do that after what happened. I just got fired from my job. We don't have the income to raise a newborn."
"You're not putting my grandson up for adoption! I won't let you!" Rose stormed out, leaving the three to sit there and think about what to do.
"You really pissed Ma off, Merc. God job."
"I didn't hear you backing me up. Don't bitch. You think I'm right?" Bosco didn't know. H never had to deal with this situation before. But he knew new who had.
"Carlos, what do you think we should do." Bosco knew he had been stuck like this before and wanted his opinion.
"Umm. I don't know. Kylie was my daughter. This baby is related to you. It's your decision. I'll help wherever it is needed. And I will back you up on whatever decision you make."
"We'll sleep on it tonight. Talk tomorrow. We all have the day off." Mercedes walked into the bedroom and laid down.