"I told you, you should have done your research." Becca said lowering her gun. "Apparently you didn't know everything about me."
"Bec! Oh my god, are you okay?" Maurice said as he leapt over to her side. "Are you hit?" He checked her over and over.
"I'm fine, but he's not." Becca spoke. "I told you not to mess with my family!" She shouted at Mann who lay dead in the middle of the kitchen.
"I'm going to call the local precinct." Bosco said. "Are you sure, you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed as he walked to the phone.
Two hours later, they left the cottage as requested by the crime scene unit. Even their precinct was called up because it was Mann. It was finally over; he was dead and no more living in fear.
"We're gonna have to go in, you know." Bosco said as they coasted across the highway.
"Yeah, I know." She yawned. "I just wish it could be tomorrow."
"I know what you mean." Maurice paused. "Where did you learn how to shoot like that?" He asked in bewilderment.
"Practice I guess." She smiled, but that smile slowly faded. "Maurice."
"That was just like wow. It was like out of a movie or somethin'..." He rambled on.
"Maurice..." Becca said.
"It was like bang bang bang, not even a shot came from his gun, like the wild west." He said with a snicker.
"MAURICE!" She shouted.
"What?" He asked, taking a quick glance at her.
"You need to pull over...." Becca said.
"What? Why?" He asked pulling over.
"My water broke." Becca said with a monotone sound. You could hear the fear in her voice.
"What, now?" He paused. "Are you okay?"
"No." She said shaking her head. "I think the baby is coming. I can feel it."
"Are you sure? I mean, you're, you're not due for at least another week." He said leaning over.
"Oh yeah, tell the baby that!" She shouted. Now the pain was kicking in.
"I have to get you to the hospital." Bosco shouted in panic. He sat back down in the seat and prepared to put the gear in drive.
"No! No! We won't get there on time, Maurice it's coming now!" She screamed. Becca clenched the door handle so tight, she thought it would come off. "Get it out!" She screamed again. "Get it out!"
"I'm trying!" Bosco shouted back. "I can't get reception on the phone! Stupid thing!" He threw the phone on the car floor. "Okay, I did this once in my first year. God that was ages ago." He looked up toward the sky and said, "Dear Lord, please help me." He paused for a second. "Can you make it into the back seat?"
"I think so." Rebecca cried. She slowly climbed out of the car and slowly walked towards the back. "You need to try the phone again."
"I know Bec, I'm going to try, but I don't know if it will work. I'll try yours okay?" He said. "Just for now get into the backseat and try to get as comfortable as possible." Bosco grabbed a blanket from the trunk of the car and quickly hurried back to her side. "Okay, I'm going to put this over you okay. I have to take your pants off to see where the head is."
"Like you have a problem with that." Becca said trying to laugh but was scared that if she did, the baby would come shooting out.
"No." He said with a smile. He took a look under the blanket and popped his head back out. "The head is halfway out, did you push at all?"
"No." She said. "What does that mean?"
"I don't know, maybe you don't need to. Maybe this baby wants out already!" He laughed. "Hold on! I have a signal. It's dialing." He paused as he heard the phone ring on the other end.
"911 what's your emergency?" The operator on the other end asked.
"My wife, she's having a baby. Like the baby is nearly out, well the head is." He said into the receiver.
"And where are you located sir?" He operator asked.
"Uh, were on interstate 95 about 20 minutes from the New York border. I'm in Connecticut."
"Okay sir, we'll have an ambulance dispatched to your location, but right now you're going to have to do the work. Are you okay with that?"
Becca screamed in the background. "I don't think I have a choice." He carefully listened to the operators' instructions, checking to make sure that the umbilical chord wasn't wrapped around the neck- it wasn't. Check. As soon as the baby's head was out, he checked and cleared the airways. "God this is gross." He muttered. "Okay, keep pushing Bec, baby is almost out!" He then again paid attention to the operator; "Yeah I did that. Okay." He paused. "Oh my god."
"What? What? Is something wrong?" Becca asked frantically.
Bosco shook his head. "No. Nothing is wrong. Except that it's a girl. We have a daughter." The tears began to form in his eyes. He lifted up the baby to show Rebecca. "See. I knew it was a girl!"
"You said it was a boy." Rebecca sighed. She was tired, but was glad the pain was over. "Is she okay?"
"Sounds like she is. She's breathing, her airways sound clear. Just listen to her cry. Man can she wail." He sat there next to Rebecca, holding their daughter, amazed at this little life that they both created, as squirming and wiggling in his arms. She had blue eyes just like he did, and her hair was dark brown. She had longer fingers and toes. "She needs a name. We just can't call her baby." He said with a smile. "God is she beautiful."
"Ava Rose." She said. "After my mother and yours."
Bosco looked at Rebecca. "That sounds perfect. Ava Rose Boscorelli. Hey Ava." He said to his minute old daughter. "I'm your daddy, and that's your mommy over there. I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm so glad that you're here." He could hear the ambulance sirens in the background. "We're going to take real good care of you, you don't have to worry about anything okay? I love you so much." He made sure the blanket was keeping her warm and that she was warm. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on her tiny forehead. "God do I love you, and you." He said as he turned to Becca. "Thank you. I love you so much."
