"I'm coming," Kim called to whoever was at the door. "Keep your pants on." She muttered under her breath. She pulled open the door and smiled. "Hi Faith. What are you doing here?"

"My husband is a moron," she announced.

"Come in. What did Fred do?"

"It's our first joint weekend off in I don't know how long, the kids are at their grandparents', and he decides he has to go and win some damn truck," Faith ranted as she entered the apartment. "Joey's not here, is he?"

"He's at Jimmy's."

"And Bos?"

"With your husband, trying to win some damn truck."

"What?"

"Yeah. So I can commiserate with you," Kim said as she sat down on the couch.

Faith sat down next to her. "You and Bos work the same hours."

"Hey, as of three weeks ago, I don't work at all till after the baby's born."

"But still, your internal clocks are the same. And you get to see each other during work if there's something that involves cops."

"True. But Fred gets to be home with Emily and Charlie. Bos and I don't have that option."

"I don't know what I'd do without him, that's true."

"Hey, wait a sec. I thought we were supposed to be saying how much men suck."

"They do. They totally do. But they're ours and we love them."

"This is true. I just wish he were here with me instead of trying to win a truck. He has the Mustang. What the hell does he need a truck for?"

"This is what I'm saying." Faith nodded. "Men."

"Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em." Kim said.

Then they both giggled.

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Kim heard the creak of the bedroom door and opened her eyes. "So did you win?"

"No. Fred did."

"Good. You can tell Faith in the morning."

"What?"

"She's in Joey's room sleeping off the bottle of wine she had with dinner," Kim said sleepily.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Apparently she likes to tie one on when she's pissed."

"I'll have to remember that."

"Hmm. You do that."

Bosco climbed into bed next to her. "How are you?"

"We're fine. How'd you lose?"

"Some guy staged a phony robbery to get me away from the truck," Bosco wrapped his arms around her loosely.

Kim laughed softly. "Poor baby. Joey says goodnight. He called before he went to sleep."

"Bet Jimmy loved that."

"I'm sure," Kim yawned.

"Go to sleep." Bosco whispered.

"'Kay." Kim mumbled. "Night."

"Night."