In a moment your life can change. People die, people are born; and the one thing that we can always believe in and expect is change. It wouldn't be real life if it didn't.

I have to say that it was surprising, to say the least, that Bosco and I had made up and became one again. I knew that I wanted him back, but I didn't think that it would happen as quickly as it did. I felt my heart soar, and knew that I had been lifted back to the place from where I had come.

We had done a lot of talking and crying that night and it almost seemed as if it had to happen in order to take us to the place that we needed to be. It was a release of the mind and soul to be as candid as we were and I felt refreshed and whole again.

I had confessed everything to him. The way I had been feeling, for and during, all the weeks that had passed since Emily and Charlie's death. I had begged forgiveness and felt the comfort that engulfs you when you know your sins have been forgiven. It still amazed me that someone could love me so much, and that the love could overcome all of the pain that had been dealt. I realized that next morning that I found the kind of love that was spoken about in books and magazines. The kind of love that carried on through the ages and that would continue until my dying days.

He had confessed to me, too. He told me that he couldn't live without me and it made me feel good. It made me feel like there was no other place on this planet that I would rather be. He told me about the last two weeks and how he had been drinking every night and waking up every day with tear stains on his pillow. I hadn't realized how much he had missed me and just how deep his pain had been. I laughed when he told me about his conversations with Gussler and how he had made him promise not to tell that he was wondering about me and how I was doing.

He talked about losing the baby and how it had made him realize how much he wanted a family. A family with me. He wanted to be a father and he wanted no other woman to bear his children but me. I wondered how I could have ever thought that he wouldn't want a child. I guess it was because he never had the chance to discuss it with me. After all, it was the very night that we confessed our love for each other that my children were killed. After that, he was taking care of me full time and putting himself on the back burner. It still hurt me to know how much he had given up for me but it also awed me to realize how deep his affections were.

That morning, we were lying in bed, hands entwined, just holding each other after we had made love. There was no other man in this world that could make me feel the way he did. It was a need. Demanding. Hot. A need that could not be satisfied until he had taken me again. In the aftermath of our passion, I realized that if we were ever parted again, I would consider death a blessing if I couldn't be with him. And it scared me.

We dozed on and off until about lunch time. I really didn't want to get out of bed but I knew that we had to or risk losing another day's pay. I looked over at him as he lay asleep, basking in the glow of his radiance. I know it sounds silly to describe him that way, but it was true. He had never looked so peaceful or content. His handsome face relaxed and his breathing deep. He was gorgeous, awake or asleep, but with a quality of virile sharpness. His whole body radiated with sensuality and strength. His hair a mess, his day-old growth on his face. He looked dangerous and yet, he looked sweet and perplexing. All I knew was that I loved him more and more each day.

My stomach did flip-flops as I watched him, thinking about the way only he could make me feel. It almost made me blush to think about the things he did to me and I to him. He had awakened in me, something that I never had with Fred. A pure, sensual awareness and need to be love and be loved.

I leaned over and ran my hand over his smooth torso, relishing the feel of his skin on mine. Leaning in toward him I placed a kiss on his cheek. A gesture I knew he loved. His eyes fluttered open and he grinned at me.

"Hi there."

"Hi yourself."

"What time is it?"

"About time to get up and get ready for work." I said.

He growled in protest and wrapped his arm around me, bringing me down to him so he could kiss me on the lips. "Let's call in."

I pulled back from him and pushed my hair off of my face. "I'd love to, but I can't afford to take another day off of work and you probably can't either".

He placed his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me down to him again and kissed me deeply. Only when I needed oxygen did I pull back. I loved kissing him.

He began to kiss my neck, nibbling and then a little harder, making me want him again. I felt myself fall as I surrendered to his need, which, had become mine as well. I kissed him harder and longer until I knew that if one of us didn't exit the bed that neither of us would and we'd be late for work..

He groaned as I pulled myself away and pushed back the covers. "Awww....Faith, don't go." He whined as he reached out his hand to me.

I grinned as I slid out of the bed and looked back at him. "We have to get up. Come on. We have lots of time to do this after work. And I hope that we don't ever stop doing what we're doing." I said, pointedly, hoping that he knew that I never wanted to let him go again.

"Come here a sec."

"Bos. We have to get up....

"Faith. Come here." He said.

I turned around and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He rolled over until he was close to me and sat up. Taking my face between his hands, he looked at me solemnly. "I never want us to be apart ever again. I love you and I won't live without you. I want .....I want us to be permanent. Forever permanent." He said, not taking his eyes off of me.

My heart flip-flopped, realizing what he was taking about. He wanted us to be together forever.

"I love you, too. And I promise you that we won't ever be apart again. Not if you don't want to." I said as tears welled up in my eyes.

He leaned in and kissed me, cementing his words, making me feel so loved and cherished.

When he pulled back and I had opened my eyes I saw his love for me shining brighter than the brightest star. I was so moved by him, so floored by his devotion to me that I opened my mouth and nothing came out.

I sniffed and felt myself losing control of my emotions. I welled up, wanting to speak, but not knowing how to fully express how much he meant to me. This was the most tender moment of my life. Love, pure and uninhibited, coursing through my veins. If you've never expressed it, you are at a loss.

"Marry me."

I exhaled the breath I had unconsciously holding. "What?"

"Marry me. Marry me now. Tomorrow. Whenever. Just say you will." He pleaded with so much sincerity, I felt completely awed.

In that one second, I decided to take that leap. I decided to permanently bind myself to him and him to me. I knew it was right and there wasn't one thing in the world that could have told me otherwise.

"Yes, I will marry you! I will marry you right now if you want me to. I love you so much. I would be honored to be your wife." I gushed as I threw my arms around his neck.

It was me who kissed him then. With every ounce of love passion I could muster. We ended up being late for work anyway, but I didn't care. I was getting married and this time I knew that it would be forever.

But, like most things in life, there is a cost. Nothing comes for free. I wish had known then what I know now.

TBC