The Truth

Chapter 3

Faith was shocked to see Rose standing in front of her.

"Rose," Faith replied. "What are you doing here?" she asked as she walked
into the apartment.

"Maurice called me a few hours ago. It seems like he had an accident, he bumped
into his kitchen cupboard." Rose said.

Faith let out a relieved sigh. "But he is okay right?" she asked nervously, her eyes darting around the room, looking desperately for Bosco.

"I'm fine, Faith." Bosco replied, as he walked out of the room. "I'm not
clumsy, Ma. I was just not paying attention to what I was doing."

She looked up at him, and saw that he had cut on his face. Faith run to Bosco, and hugged him. "Are you sure you are okay? why didn't you phone me earlier, I would have come by." She chided him, her grip on his back tightening.

Frowning, Bosco stepped back from her, a spark of frustration showing in his eyes. "That is why I didn't call you, I don't want your pity."

She grabbed a hold of his hand. "I don't pity you, Bosco. I do have the right to worry about you. I love you, Bosco, and so I think that I earned the right to want to take care of you." she said softly, her hand caressing his.

Relaxing slightly, Bosco looked at her with embarrassed eyes. Nodding, she smiled at his attempt to apologize. Leaning over, she kissed him, causing him to groan softly into her mouth.

They suddenly forgot about Rose was still in the apartment.

"So I guess I don't have to ask Maurice anymore, who his new girlfriend is?"
Rose laughed. Faith looked at Rose and smiled.

"It is about time the two of you realized that you love each other. I've only been waiting for this to happen for over a year now." Rose replied, smiling.

"So how long has this been going on?" Rose asked.

Bosco grinned broadly at his curious mother. "Since the day that I got out of the hospital,"

Faith smiled. " I went to see him later that day, and we started talking,
and one thing let to another. And Maurice," She exclaimed, causing Bosco to shot her a warning glance, only causing her only smile to widen, "and I came to a few realizations."

Rose hugged Maurice. "I'm so happy for you that you finally realize that
Faith was the one for you."

Bosco smiled. "It took us awhile to figure out ourselves, but I know that I
love her now, more than anything else."

"I always saw something between the two of you, but it wasn't until you were
in a coma, Maurice, that I really saw that she loved you, even if she didn't
know it yet. She was by your bedside as often as she could be, and when she
wasn't, she called to see how you were doing."

Bosco glanced at Faith as he put his arms around her.

" I didn't even think that you were his girlfriend, Faith, I knew that you
have been spending a lot of time with him, but I thought that was just
because you are friends, but I am happy for the both of you, you both
deserve it," she said, as she hugged Bosco and Faith.

Bosco looked at Rose. "Thanks Ma."

"Well I guess I should leave the two of you alone," Rose responded, as she
grabbed her jacket, waving goodbye to them before leaving.

Later

Bosco and Faith were sitting on the couch. " I'm so sorry, Faith, this isn't
how I wanted the night to go. I was going to take you out for dinner at this
Italian place, but we got there too late because my mom stayed longer than I thought she would,"

Faith put her arms around Bosco. "Bos, this is fine as long as I am with you, I don't care what we are doing." She put her head on his shoulder. "What really happened today, Bos?"

He turned around, and locked eyes together. "I can't keep anything from you,
can I?"

She turned to face him. "I know you aren't clumsy." She said softly. "Your eyes are brothering you again, aren't they?"

"I was walking in the kitchen when suddenly my right eye got blurry. I was trying to get something from out of the cabinet, and then all of a sudden, I just couldn't see it. And that's how I cut myself. " He laughed hollowly, unable to look at her. "I couldn't see the stupid cabinet, Faith."

She nodded. "Bos, you have got to do something about that. I don't want you to hurt yourself. I love you too much, and I don't want to lose you."

"Faith… if I go to the doctor, I will never be able to get back on the force." Bosco replied.

"You don't know that.. maybe you just need to wear contact lenses. You haven't even talked to Lieu about going back to work yet, just go to the doctor, and we will deal with what ever come our way. I'll be there with you, no matter," she spoke softly.

He put his arms around her. "I'm lucky to have you,"

"I'm the lucky one," she said, as she leaned over and kissed him. She put her hand on where his scar was. She could feel him tensing up, but it didn't matter to her.

"Faith, don't" He whispered, trying to pull away from her.

"I don't care, Bos. Didn't you hear that woman think that men with scars
are sexy," she said, as she kissed it.

"Oh do they?"

Later that night,

Bosco and Faith were lying in the bed together. She turned and looked at Bosco sleeping. She had many nightmares when he was in coma, that he was never going to wake up, and she would lose him forever.

She touched his face. But now he is lying next to me, alive and well, she thought to herself.

She then got of the bed, and was getting dressed. "Faith…"

She looked up. "Hey,"

"Where you are going?" he asked. She sat down next to him. " I have to go home, I told Emily that I would be late, but I can't be too late. Just so you know, Emily is happy that we are dating."

Bosco smiled. "How did she find that out?"

"She guessed, and I couldn't not tell her. She was okay with it, I wasn't sure how she was going to be about me dating you, but she seems happy with
it.

"I wish that I could stay with you all night, but I can't. But Emily is going over to her friend's house next week to do a report, so maybe I can stay all night then."

He sat up. "I understand, I'll see you tomorrow right?"

"Of course you will, you can't get rid of me now."

A few days later

Faith was sitting in the doctor's waiting room for Bosco. She took the day off to take him even though he told her that she didn't have to come, but she knew he wanted her to be here with him, and she wasn't going to let him deal with outcome on his own – whether it was bad or good.

She looked up as she saw Bosco coming out of the room. "So what did the doctor say?" she asked, as she stood up.

"That there is a good chance that my eye will get better; I just have to wear contact lenses for the time being."

Faith hugged Bosco. "That is great."

Bosco glanced at Faith. "I wouldn't have gone to the doctor if it wasn't for you, you know me I am very stubborn."

"I know. I was your partner for 12 years," she said laughing as they walked out of the doctor's office.

Later that day,

"So what did the doctor say about you going back to work?" Faith asked Bosco, as she walked up to him.

He looked up at her. "She said that I was physically fine, and that I am ready to go back."

"How do you feel about it?" Faith asked.

"I can't wait to get back to work, and finally be a cop again. You don't know how much I miss it, Faith." Bosco murmured, shuffling his feet.

Faith put her hand on his. "I know you do, but don't rush yourself, you have only been out of the hospital for a few weeks."

He looked up at her. "I love you worrying about me, but you don't need to worry, I'll be fine."

"Bos I love you, I will never stop worrying you, especially now that I'm not your partner, who will look out for you," she said, as she put her arms
around him.

He looked up at her. "I'm sure my new partner will be able to, but it is going to be so strange not having you as my partner,"

"But you get me after work, isn't that better?" Faith laughed.

"Of course it is," he said, as he started to kiss her. "I rather have you like this.. then have you as my partner at work."

She smiled. "Same here."

Bosco was sitting on the couch with Faith in his arms. It felt so good to be in her arms like this. He pictured telling her the truth about how he feels about her maybe times before, but none of them turned out like this.

As he glanced down at a sleepy Faith, he knew that he had made the right decision. If telling the truth after all these years had given him this gift – his Faith, then he would have done it years ago.

The End.