A/N:THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER TOLD BY SOMEONE ELSE.

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I walked into her room. Mel was still asleep but I wanted to be there anyway. I held her hand.

"Melody, sweetheart? Can you hear me?"

"Wha...Oh. Hey Bobby."

"How ya feelin' beautiful?"

"Tired. My head hurts a little."

"Doc says that'll go away with some sleep."

"I'm sorry, Bobby."

"For what?"

"For putting you through all of this."

"You have done nothing wrong. All you have done, is go to school to get a good education, and get a good job. Nothing you have done is wrong."

"I left you."

"That was all my fault. I brought it on. Melody, I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Melody, I love you."

We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

"Mel, please say something beautiful."

"I'm stunned. I....I....I love you too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I got up on the bed and Melody nestled into my arms.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you sing me that song that you told me about?"

"Anytime."

I sung the song. The night before Melody got in the car wreck, I had wrote her a song. It was really beautiful because it came from the heart. It was called This I Promise You. She must've asked him to sing it to her a million times, but I didn't care.

Mel fell asleep in my arms. The warmth that radiated off of her felt soooo good.

I kissed Melody's forehead.

"I love you Melody Anne Boscorelli."

I fell asleep. The next morning, we were still asleep. Bosco and his NYPD partner, Faith Mitchell, walked in.

"Bosco, isn't that sweet?"

All Bosco could do was smile. I think he was finally happy that Mel had found someone who could take care of her. I woke up first. I saw Bosco and Faith standing by the doorway.

I nudged Mel's right shoulder(the good one).

"uhh?"

"Your brother is here."

"Which one?"

"Me."

"and Me."

"Hi Bosco and Faith."

"How ya feeling Mel?"

"A little tired and a slight headache but that'll be going away."

"We'll come back later. You and Bobby need a little time together."

"Nah. I gotta go to work anyway."

"Bye Bobby."

"Bye Mel, Bosco, and Faith."

"Bye Bobby."

"Bye Caffrey."

I left. When I got to the firehouse, I was asked questions.

"So, Caffrey?"

"Yeah, Doherty?"

"Did you screw her yet?"

"That's none of your damn business Doherty."

"Are ya getting married?"

"I don't know yet, Kim."

"How is Melody?"

"She had 8 stitches above her right eye. Melody had a dislocated left shoulder and a broken left knee-cap."

"When does she get out of the hospital?"

"Within the next couple of days."

I finished answering their questions and went back to work.