September 22nd, 2009

Week 12

Faith felt like shit. Her morning sickness wasn't getting any better. She had Vincent's sixth birthday to plan. He wanted a spider man themed party. Spider man. Faith hated that guy.

"Bye, buddy!" Bosco waved as Vincent got on the school bus. He stood there watching the bus drive off. He smiled. He loved it how big Vincent was getting. He walked back into the house and up the stairs. He heard Faith throwing up once again. "Sweetheart, are you all right?"

"I hate you." Faith groaned. Bosco smirked and walked into the bathroom. Faith looked so sick.

"Come on. Let me run you a bath, baby." Bosco said.

"I don't want a frigging bath, Bosco." Faith growled.

"I'll put some bubbles in it." He said as he started the hot water. She looked at him and then at the bath. She nodded.

"A bubble bath sounds good." She hauled herself up and flushed the toilet. Bosco smiled at her.

"I knew you'd like it." He said, "I'll get in with you." Faith arched her eyebrow.

"That is how we got in this situation in the first place." She said.

"And there's nothing wrong with that." Bosco pulled his pants off, "Ta da!" Faith chuckled softly as she unbuttoned her shirt.

"Why did I marry you?" She asked.

"Cause I asked." Bosco winked as he got into the bathtub. "Promise me you won't tell the men I took a bubble bath."

"Oh I will." Faith said as she took her pants off, "I'm going to post it on the message board."

"Oh you wouldn't." He said as Faith got in. She sunk into the water and relaxed against her husband.

"Don't tempt me, Bosco. You know how I am." She said. Bosco wrapped his arms around her. He knew exactly how she was.

"Can you believe we're doing this again?" He asked.

"Having a baby?" Faith asked him. Bosco nodded.

"Yeah." He smiled; "I have always wanted another baby ever since Sydney was on her way. God, There's going to be another Sydney." Faith chuckled.

"Unbelievable huh?" She caressed his leg. "In twenty-eight weeks, we'll have another baby." Bosco sighed with happiness.

"Little Carmella Boscorelli." He said. Faith laughed out loud.

"Carmella? I don't think so!" She shook her head.

"Why? That's a good Italian name." He said. Faith shrugged.

"I don't care. Carmella Boscorelli...." She snickered loudly, "Carmella...Maybe for a middle name." Bosco smiled.

"That's fine with me." He told her.

"She'll sound like a candy bar if it's her first name." Faith laughed. Bosco couldn't help but to laugh at her reasoning.

"Well, if we have a girl, Her middle name will be Carmella. If we have a boy, his middle name will be Mitchell." He said. Faith grinned.

"My maiden name...I love it." Faith said, "Is Sofia Italian?"

"I'm not sure. Sounds it." Bosco said, "Kind of like it to."

"Me too." Faith closed her eyes. It felt so good to be her talking abut the baby in her husband's arms. She wished that they had more moments like these.

October 5th, 2009

Week 14

Faith hated the front desk, but she valued her health and the health of her child so she did it. She was able to monitor her husband easier that way too. Her belly was pudging out quickly this time. She had to start wearing her maternity pants. She could wear her work shirts as long as they weren't tucked it.

"Good morning." Faith smiled as she got behind the front desk. Sgt. Christopher narrowed his eyes.

"What's so good about it?" He asked.

"The sun is shining. The leaves are changing. The perps don't stink up the place too much." Faith grinned.

"I hate pregnant women." Christopher growled leaving the desk. Faith chuckled.

"I hate cranky pasty assed jerks." She said to herself. Faith grabbed a stack of papers and glanced through them. Unprocessed prisoners. "Great." She hated the paper work the most about her job but being on desk duty was what she had to do.

"10-13! Officer down!" A call came over the radio. Faith spun around and stared at the radio. "Shots being fired. Officer down." Faith looked up and saw Sgt Christopher and other officers run down the steps. Faith grabbed the radio.

"Assistance is on the way. Officer Boscorelli speaking. Report status." She said.

"Faith! 55-David and 55-Charlie are being shot at." She finally recognized the voice as Ty.

"Oh God." Faith ran out from behind the desk. "We're on our way. Back up will be there soon." She hooked the radio on her and opened Sgt. Christopher's car, "you're taking me."

"You're pregnant. I'm not risking another officer's life." He said.

"My husband is out there being shot at. I'm going out there." Faith growled as she buckled up.

"I hate pregnant women." He said.

"So you've said a million times." Faith said picking up the radio, "Central to 55-David, Bosco are you there?"

"Faith, I'm okay." His voice came over the radio. Faith breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"There's a shooter by the post officer going postal believe it or not." Bosco said, "Monroe was shot in the leg."

"Shit." Christopher growled.

"Paramedics are on their way." Faith said, "How is she doing?"

"She's fine." Bosco said, "I put my belt around her legs. There isn't much blood anymore. Where are those goddamn paramedics? Where is my back up? Fuck!" Bosco dropped the radio.

"Bosco!?? Bosco, talk to me!" She said. There was no response. "Oh god. Oh god."

"Calm down." Christopher said pulling to a stop around the corner.

"I am not going to calm down." Faith growled unbuckling. She looked around her; "There's the shooter."

"Stay in the car." Christopher said. Faith ignored him and got out of the car. "Boscorelli, get back here!" Faith pulled out her gun. She could see her husband and Sasha on the other side of the street. Neither of them were moving. Faith aimed her gun at the shooter.

"NYPD, drop your gun." She yelled. Christopher slid out of the car.

"You're nuts." Christopher stood behind her.

"Drop your gun!" She yelled louder. The shooter turned and aimed at Faith. "I swear to God, Drop your gun." Bosco stirred and grabbed his own gun. What the fuck was Faith doing? Bosco aimed the gun at the shooter's leg and pulled the trigger. The shooter groaned and fell to the ground. Faith and Christopher ran over and handcuffed him.

"You're an idiot." Bosco said.

"What?" Faith asked as the paramedics finally came to the scene.

"You're an idiot for coming out here." He stood up.

"I was worried you were shot." She said.

"Well, I wasn't." Bosco said, "Meanwhile you could have been killed and so could have the baby." He went into the ambulance with Sasha. It pulled away and Faith just stood there. She couldn't help when her emotions took over, but Bosco shouldn't have snapped at her like that.

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