Bosco was in the kitchen, cooking up some pasta. They'd both had the day off and Kim was on her way over for a nice, quiet dinner at home. She was supposed to be bringing a movie and he was dreading her choice. He just knew it was going to be some kind of chick flick. He heard her key in the door and poured her a glass of her favorite wine.

The door opened and in walked Kim, followed by Joey. Joey ran over to Bosco, waving a movie in his face. "Bosco, look what movie I picked out!" he said excitedly as he jumped up and Bosco caught him in mid-air.

"Hey, Buddy! What're you doin' here," he said, laughing as Joey wiggled in his grasp.

"I'm really sorry, Bos," Kim said, apologetically. "Jimmy's sick as a dog and couldn't take him tonight.

"No problem, Kim," Bosco said. "Great job picking out the movie," Bosco said, seeing that it was Spiderman.

"Yeah, great," Kim said quietly under her breath as she set down the duffle bag she had in her hand. "Real romantic," she said, looking at Bosco.

He winked at her and said to Joey, "At least we don't have to watch another one of your Mom's chick flicks."

"Yuck!" Joey said, making a face that made Bosco laugh again.

"Well, dinner's almost ready. You like pasta, big guy?" he asked, opening the freezer to see if he had a frozen pizza left in case Joey didn't want pasta.

"I don't know. What else you got?" Joey asked, jumping up trying to see into the freezer.

"Joey!" Kim said. "You get to eat what we're all eating. He likes pasta," she said, looking at Bosco. "I'm really sorry," she mouthed silently to him.

Bosco walked over to her and hugged her. "No problem. It happens. Besides, we're gonna be a family soon, right?"

"Have I told you that I love you lately?" she asked him reaching up to give him a kiss.

"Mmmm, not for about an hour or so," he said as he began to kiss her back. The kiss lingered and deepened until Joey pushing in between them interrupted them.

"Hey, Bosco? Can I play with your Game Cube?" Joey asked.

"Sure, buddy. You know how to set it up by now, right?" he said, walking over to turn the television on. Joey nodded and went about expertly plugging in the wires of the game to the television as Bosco watched him. Bosco looked up at Kim. "What's in the bag?" he asked, looking over to the duffle bag she'd placed on the floor next to the door.

"Some extra clothes and stuff for Joey. I thought we could let him sleep on your couch tonight," she said, walking over and massaging his shoulders as they both watched Joey start playing the game. They'd talk to Joey about them getting married and, after a few questions about what was going to happen with Jimmy and Bosco and Joey, they'd convinced him that everyone would get along just fine and that they only wanted Joey to be happy. He was fine with it and was looking forward to walking his mother down the aisle. They'd pretty much been spending most nights at Kim's apartment and Joey understood that Bosco slept in Kim's bedroom at night.

"Oh yeah?" he said, reaching an arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. The buzzer on the stove went off, indicating that Bosco needed to test the pasta to see if it was done. He stood up and, after giving Kim another kiss, walked toward the kitchen. Over his shoulder he said. "Well, I've been busy today."

"Oh yeah? Well, I know that the place looks pretty good. You've been cleaning, I see," she said, teasing him as he pulled some pasta out of the pan and tasted it. He set the timer for a few more minutes.

"Yeah. Take a look at my 'junk room,'" he said, referring to the extra bedroom he had that was a catchall for everything he didn't have room for anywhere else. Most of the stuff was just junk he should have gotten rid of a long time ago. He'd spent the day cleaning it out and then went out shopping with his mother.

"Oh yeah?" Kim said, walking down the hallway. She reached the spare bedroom and flipped on the light as Bosco came up behind her. "Oh, Bosco! It's great. Joey, come here," she called out. Joey paused the game and walked down the hallway.

"Look what Bosco did for you," she said, stepping aside so he could go into the room. The room was entirely cleaned and had a loft bed, with desk underneath and a matching dresser. He had gone out and gotten the bed this afternoon and his mother helped him pick out a New York Yankees themed comforter and curtains. There was a lamp on the disk with a Yankees lampshade and some Derek Jeter, Jason Giambi, and Bernie Williams posters on the walls. A shelving unit was set up in the corner and had a portable boombox/CD player and a small television on the shelves.

"Bosco, you did a great job. It looks great, but-" she said, when he interrupted her.

"I know we haven't talked about it, but I figured my apartment was bigger and it's even closer to Joey's school. I thought that maybe after we got married, we could move your stuff over here," he said, looking at her for her reaction. "If you want to stay where you are, that's fine. If Joey likes it, we can put all this stuff in his room at your place. It's up to you," he said, as they watched Joey walk into the room with an awestruck look on his face. Kim leaned back against Bosco and brought her hand up and touched the side of his face. "It's perfect. I love the idea, Bos. Thank you."

"This is mad cool!" Joey said finally.

"Uh, that's a good thing, right?" Bosco said, as Kim started to laugh.

"Yeah, that's a good thing," she said, turning to face him. "And, I think you're mad cool too," she said, kissing him again.