Bosco's Girl
Chapter Two - The Arrival
Bosco followed Ty out his office door, bade him good-bye, then turned to Christy the office clerk. "Chris, I'm going to be doing some work in here, please don't let anyone interrupt me, except Mia or my wife."
"Yes sir," the girl answered smiling quickly at her boss before returning to her typing.
Bosco closed the door to his office, locked the door and pulled the blinds, as he would normally do when he had a lot of work to catch up on. Instead of going to his desk, he looked up at the ceiling for a moment then took a deep breath. He was still worried about pairing up his daughter with that young officer. Yet, the fact that they had been friends in the academy helped to ease his mind. He remembered hearing about Pintauro from Mia at the dinner table. He frustrated her because he had so much raw potential and he could not always focus it appropriately. Still, they grew to be very good friends. She would act as the stabilizing force in their partnership. not at all unlike another partnership that had started in the NYPD Academy.
Something shiny caught his eye. He reached over and picked up the silver picture frame that was on the table by the sofa. He looked at the familiar picture of Faith and their newborn daughter Mia. Bosco gripped the picture tightly as he ran his finger over the smooth glass, tracing the image of Faith and their daughter.
"Bos, I think it's time," Faith said the moment that he came in the door after work on that icy cold February night. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her hands resting protectively on her stomach. "The contractions are about 4 minutes apart, consistent and." she took a deep breath "Strong."
Bosco felt himself freeze as he looked fearfully at Faith.
Faith's pretty face grinned up at him. "Bos, its ok, you're going to be ok, and we are going to be just fine. We do need to get going. You go get the car, and I will call Dr. Ames."
Bosco did what he was told and quickly ran back outside. The car had just been running so it would not take it too long to warm back up again. He slipped and slid his way out to the car, got in and promptly flooded it.
"Damn!" he cursed under his breath. "If you looked at this car the wrong way it floods! I do not have time to let you sit you beast!!" He pushed his foot all the way down on the accelerator and cranked the key. The car made some awful sounds but it eventually caught and started to run smoothly. Bos exhaled and reminded himself that it was time for a new car. The new baby could not ride in this old Mustang. It was time for him to find a more adult vehicle.
He quickly got out of the car and slip/slid his way back to Faith who was just locking the door. "What on earth were you doing to that car?" Faith asked with a small smile. "I have never heard it make sounds like that before. I'm sure the whole neighborhood knows that we are going to the hospital now."
Bosco felt sheepish, he was just nervous. "Sorry," he whispered "Flooded it."
"No kidding!" Faith laughed shaking her head. Her expression changed quickly and Bosco read the pain of the contraction on her face.
"Let me help you," Bos said gripping her hand.
She pulled away and turned to face the wall, gripping the hand rail so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Bosco stood by feeling helpless and looking lost. What should he do?
After what seemed like an eternity to him Faith finally released her grip on the wall and turned back to him. Her face red and the pain ebbing out of her eyes. "Ok, Bos, we really need to get going."
Bosco quickly helped her down the stairs and out into his car. He checked to make sure his badge was accessible, as he was certain that they would be pulled over on their way. Sure enough, a few minutes later the red and blues went on behind him, and at the same moment, his cell phone rang. The police car pulled out in front of him and sped along as Bos slowed the car. Assuming that they were on a more important run, Bosco answered his phone.
"Is it time?" Ty Davis asked immediately.
"Yah," Bosco said a little confused, "Is that you and Sully ahead of us?"
"We are your escort! Mercy?"
"Yup, see you there." Bos said and closed his phone.
"It is Sul, and Davis in front of us." He informed Faith, who was once again flushed and gripping the seat tightly.
"Good," she whimpered, "Bos, I think I maybe waited too long."
"Hold on Faith," Bosco begged his panic level increasing. "We are almost there!"
There was a blur of activity when Bosco and Faith arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. Bos found himself sitting in 'Admitting' filling out a mountain of paper work. His mind was not on his task, but on his wife. Where had they taken her? He needed to be with her right now! She said she was so close, and he did not want to miss anything!
"Bosco?" He heard Ty's voice next to him as he looked over at his fellow officer.
"Ty, where is she? They are making me do all of this! I need to be with Faith!" Bos asked pale faced he felt the tears running down his cheeks. He was too worried about Faith to be concerned with maintaining his image.
"Bos, just give me the forms and the info. I'll do the rest for you," Ty instructed. "Go up to the second floor, south wing, and they will find Faith for you. Good luck man. Sul and I will be upstairs waiting for an update!"
Bosco did not wait for another second; he tossed his wallet and the papers at Ty and ran for the elevator.
Another blur of activity followed and before he knew what was happening he was dressed in surgical scrubs, complete with the cap and booties, and was taken into a delivery room, where he found Faith calling his name.
"Faith, sweetie, I'm here now! Ty is doing the paperwork." He quickly dropped into the chair that they had set up for him next to Faith's head. He reached forward and gripped her hand, as he glanced around the sterile room. They were in the operating room. Both Charlie and Emily had been born by C-section, so they were here just in case. Bos hated that phrase; he was already worried enough, but supposed that the doctors knew what they were doing.
"Dad?" called one of the nurses. "Dad do you want the honors?"
"What?" asked Bosco his eyes wide.
"Everything is going so well Maurice," Dr. Ames said, "I thought that you may like to finish the delivery."
"No!" Bosco nearly shouted. "I'm not a doctor! I'd do something wrong for sure!"
"Go Bos," Faith panted and looked into his blue eyes with her own. "You put him in there, you take him out!" she added with a smile. "I want you to deliver our baby."
"Are you sure?"
"Go Bos, I can't wait much longer!" Faith growled, her face reddening again with pain.
Bosco kissed her forehead quickly and then went around to the end of the bed where the doctor was. His eyes opened wide and he felt a little dizzy as he watched what was happening.
"I'll just make sure that she gets the head out all right, then Maurice, you can take over." Dr. Ames said looking up at Bosco and watched as he teetered dangerously. "Are you alright? Nurse."
"I'm fine," Bosco said shaking his head slightly and composing himself. It was not as if he had never watched as women had gave birth before. After all he was a seasoned cop. the only difference here.. The only difference here was it was his wife and his baby.
"Ok, Faith, count and push," Dr. Ames said and counted to ten while Faith pushed. Bosco watched, as the tiny head grew larger and larger. When Faith relaxed the head all but disappeared again.
"Again Faith, a big one this time," the doctor encouraged. "One."
Faith pushed again and Bosco watched as the head emerged slowly. His blood ran cold in his body and tears filled his eyes. It was almost here, his little baby.
Mere moments later the Nurse was putting new gloves on Bosco and he was taking the place of the doctor at the end of the bed. He barely heard the doctor's directions. He could not stop his hands from shaking as he touched his child for the first time. Faith pushed one more time, slowly while the baby slid from her and into Bosco's arms. His daughter screamed immediately and Bosco felt the tears start to escape from his eyes again and stream down his face.
"Faithie, we have a baby girl," He said, his voice not much louder than a whisper. "She's adorable, oh Faithie."
The doctor showed him where to cut the umbilical cord and then placed the baby on Faith's stomach so that she could see her as well. Bosco was having a hard time not sobbing. He was so happy. Everything in the world was right. His wife and his daughter were both healthy, his heart felt so full that he was almost afraid that it would explode.
They had already picked out a girl's name. Miranda Rose, but it did not seem to fit this child. It only took a few minutes before Faith decided that Maria was more appropriate. Bosco insisted that her middle name be Faith. Maria Faith Boscorelli, Mia, fit her perfectly.
Bosco smiled to himself as he continued to look at the picture. That day was the happiest in his entire life. He could almost feel the small weight of his baby in his arms. He had a special bond with Mia from the start, he would continue to fall more in love with his daughter as the days, weeks, and years of her life progressed.
Chapter Two - The Arrival
Bosco followed Ty out his office door, bade him good-bye, then turned to Christy the office clerk. "Chris, I'm going to be doing some work in here, please don't let anyone interrupt me, except Mia or my wife."
"Yes sir," the girl answered smiling quickly at her boss before returning to her typing.
Bosco closed the door to his office, locked the door and pulled the blinds, as he would normally do when he had a lot of work to catch up on. Instead of going to his desk, he looked up at the ceiling for a moment then took a deep breath. He was still worried about pairing up his daughter with that young officer. Yet, the fact that they had been friends in the academy helped to ease his mind. He remembered hearing about Pintauro from Mia at the dinner table. He frustrated her because he had so much raw potential and he could not always focus it appropriately. Still, they grew to be very good friends. She would act as the stabilizing force in their partnership. not at all unlike another partnership that had started in the NYPD Academy.
Something shiny caught his eye. He reached over and picked up the silver picture frame that was on the table by the sofa. He looked at the familiar picture of Faith and their newborn daughter Mia. Bosco gripped the picture tightly as he ran his finger over the smooth glass, tracing the image of Faith and their daughter.
"Bos, I think it's time," Faith said the moment that he came in the door after work on that icy cold February night. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her hands resting protectively on her stomach. "The contractions are about 4 minutes apart, consistent and." she took a deep breath "Strong."
Bosco felt himself freeze as he looked fearfully at Faith.
Faith's pretty face grinned up at him. "Bos, its ok, you're going to be ok, and we are going to be just fine. We do need to get going. You go get the car, and I will call Dr. Ames."
Bosco did what he was told and quickly ran back outside. The car had just been running so it would not take it too long to warm back up again. He slipped and slid his way out to the car, got in and promptly flooded it.
"Damn!" he cursed under his breath. "If you looked at this car the wrong way it floods! I do not have time to let you sit you beast!!" He pushed his foot all the way down on the accelerator and cranked the key. The car made some awful sounds but it eventually caught and started to run smoothly. Bos exhaled and reminded himself that it was time for a new car. The new baby could not ride in this old Mustang. It was time for him to find a more adult vehicle.
He quickly got out of the car and slip/slid his way back to Faith who was just locking the door. "What on earth were you doing to that car?" Faith asked with a small smile. "I have never heard it make sounds like that before. I'm sure the whole neighborhood knows that we are going to the hospital now."
Bosco felt sheepish, he was just nervous. "Sorry," he whispered "Flooded it."
"No kidding!" Faith laughed shaking her head. Her expression changed quickly and Bosco read the pain of the contraction on her face.
"Let me help you," Bos said gripping her hand.
She pulled away and turned to face the wall, gripping the hand rail so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Bosco stood by feeling helpless and looking lost. What should he do?
After what seemed like an eternity to him Faith finally released her grip on the wall and turned back to him. Her face red and the pain ebbing out of her eyes. "Ok, Bos, we really need to get going."
Bosco quickly helped her down the stairs and out into his car. He checked to make sure his badge was accessible, as he was certain that they would be pulled over on their way. Sure enough, a few minutes later the red and blues went on behind him, and at the same moment, his cell phone rang. The police car pulled out in front of him and sped along as Bos slowed the car. Assuming that they were on a more important run, Bosco answered his phone.
"Is it time?" Ty Davis asked immediately.
"Yah," Bosco said a little confused, "Is that you and Sully ahead of us?"
"We are your escort! Mercy?"
"Yup, see you there." Bos said and closed his phone.
"It is Sul, and Davis in front of us." He informed Faith, who was once again flushed and gripping the seat tightly.
"Good," she whimpered, "Bos, I think I maybe waited too long."
"Hold on Faith," Bosco begged his panic level increasing. "We are almost there!"
There was a blur of activity when Bosco and Faith arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. Bos found himself sitting in 'Admitting' filling out a mountain of paper work. His mind was not on his task, but on his wife. Where had they taken her? He needed to be with her right now! She said she was so close, and he did not want to miss anything!
"Bosco?" He heard Ty's voice next to him as he looked over at his fellow officer.
"Ty, where is she? They are making me do all of this! I need to be with Faith!" Bos asked pale faced he felt the tears running down his cheeks. He was too worried about Faith to be concerned with maintaining his image.
"Bos, just give me the forms and the info. I'll do the rest for you," Ty instructed. "Go up to the second floor, south wing, and they will find Faith for you. Good luck man. Sul and I will be upstairs waiting for an update!"
Bosco did not wait for another second; he tossed his wallet and the papers at Ty and ran for the elevator.
Another blur of activity followed and before he knew what was happening he was dressed in surgical scrubs, complete with the cap and booties, and was taken into a delivery room, where he found Faith calling his name.
"Faith, sweetie, I'm here now! Ty is doing the paperwork." He quickly dropped into the chair that they had set up for him next to Faith's head. He reached forward and gripped her hand, as he glanced around the sterile room. They were in the operating room. Both Charlie and Emily had been born by C-section, so they were here just in case. Bos hated that phrase; he was already worried enough, but supposed that the doctors knew what they were doing.
"Dad?" called one of the nurses. "Dad do you want the honors?"
"What?" asked Bosco his eyes wide.
"Everything is going so well Maurice," Dr. Ames said, "I thought that you may like to finish the delivery."
"No!" Bosco nearly shouted. "I'm not a doctor! I'd do something wrong for sure!"
"Go Bos," Faith panted and looked into his blue eyes with her own. "You put him in there, you take him out!" she added with a smile. "I want you to deliver our baby."
"Are you sure?"
"Go Bos, I can't wait much longer!" Faith growled, her face reddening again with pain.
Bosco kissed her forehead quickly and then went around to the end of the bed where the doctor was. His eyes opened wide and he felt a little dizzy as he watched what was happening.
"I'll just make sure that she gets the head out all right, then Maurice, you can take over." Dr. Ames said looking up at Bosco and watched as he teetered dangerously. "Are you alright? Nurse."
"I'm fine," Bosco said shaking his head slightly and composing himself. It was not as if he had never watched as women had gave birth before. After all he was a seasoned cop. the only difference here.. The only difference here was it was his wife and his baby.
"Ok, Faith, count and push," Dr. Ames said and counted to ten while Faith pushed. Bosco watched, as the tiny head grew larger and larger. When Faith relaxed the head all but disappeared again.
"Again Faith, a big one this time," the doctor encouraged. "One."
Faith pushed again and Bosco watched as the head emerged slowly. His blood ran cold in his body and tears filled his eyes. It was almost here, his little baby.
Mere moments later the Nurse was putting new gloves on Bosco and he was taking the place of the doctor at the end of the bed. He barely heard the doctor's directions. He could not stop his hands from shaking as he touched his child for the first time. Faith pushed one more time, slowly while the baby slid from her and into Bosco's arms. His daughter screamed immediately and Bosco felt the tears start to escape from his eyes again and stream down his face.
"Faithie, we have a baby girl," He said, his voice not much louder than a whisper. "She's adorable, oh Faithie."
The doctor showed him where to cut the umbilical cord and then placed the baby on Faith's stomach so that she could see her as well. Bosco was having a hard time not sobbing. He was so happy. Everything in the world was right. His wife and his daughter were both healthy, his heart felt so full that he was almost afraid that it would explode.
They had already picked out a girl's name. Miranda Rose, but it did not seem to fit this child. It only took a few minutes before Faith decided that Maria was more appropriate. Bosco insisted that her middle name be Faith. Maria Faith Boscorelli, Mia, fit her perfectly.
Bosco smiled to himself as he continued to look at the picture. That day was the happiest in his entire life. He could almost feel the small weight of his baby in his arms. He had a special bond with Mia from the start, he would continue to fall more in love with his daughter as the days, weeks, and years of her life progressed.