It took me all of about five minutes to pack my bags and call Rob at work and explain to him that I had an emergency and that he needed to come and get Little Faith. Now.

I had run out to the garage where Bosco was sitting on his workbench, not a sign of him doing anything resembling working with wood, and stuck my head in the door and told him he needed to get into the house and get packed because we were going to hop the next plane to Boston.

"What?" He asked, turning toward me, his eyes all scrunched up, not understanding. "Did the baby come yet?"

"I don't have time to tell you now, Bosco..but Brett called and said that he needs us to come out there...he's leaving for Japan tomorrow." I added, before I ran back into the house. I knew that would get his attention.

I got Little Faith up from her nap and changed her diaper and put a new outfit on her before I carried her down stairs and put her down on the kitchen counter while I got a snack of carrots and grapes for her to eat.

"Gamma...what doin?" She asked, her little hands outstretched, as she watched me grab stuff from the fridge.

"Gamma has to go on a plane and I need to get ready." I explained as fast as I could. I grabbed my purse off the counter and rifled through my wallet, making sure that I had my Visa with me. It was there. I sighed with relief. At least I knew that I had about three thousand dollars on it so I wouldn't run out of money.

Ten minutes had passed and I realized that Bosco wasn't in the house getting ready. I grabbed Little Faith off the counter and went out the back door and down the stairs toward the garage. He was still sitting in the same spot as he had been when I left.

"What are you doin?" I yelled, balancing my granddaughter on my hips, then lowered my voice before I scared the baby.

He didn't even look up at me. Just got off the stool and shoved it underneath the bench. He turned his back to me and walked over to a handyman book that was sitting on the shelf and grabbed it and started flipping through the pages.

"I'm not going." He said quietly.

"What? What do you mean? He called...he wants us there...the plane leaves in an hour..." I started.

"I said, I'm not going." He turned to face me, as serious as I'd seen him in a long time. "And you can leave her here with me. I'll look after her until Rob comes." He put his arms out toward Little Faith. "Come to Gapa, princess."

"Bosco...we need..." I said, as Little Faith squirmed in my arms to go to her grandfather. I finally set her down and she ran to him, her little arms outstretched.

"Leave it alone. I'm not going." He stated firmly, as he reached down and picked her up and rained kisses on her face and nose. "And no...I don't want to talk about it." He added, looking over her shoulder at me. He walked past me and out into the driveway.

I put my hands on my hips, not sure what to say. I was going to lose this argument for sure. Both my husband and my son were so much alike, it was infuriating. I turned and followed him out.

"Can I at least ask why? Why you are turning your back on your son when he needs you?"

He winced. "That's a little bit of a low blow, isn't it?"

I felt guilty for being mean. "I mean, why won't you come? I don't understand...he's your son. Why won't you come with me? You're going to have another grandchild in three days...please come...if not for him...for me." I pleaded.

We both stopped talking when Rob's car came tearing into the driveway. He jumped out and ran towards us, a worried look on his tanned face. Rob was a very handsome man, a man that any woman would be proud to be with, and he was an excellent father. He always reminded me of Pierce Brosnan, he was so handsome. At least one of our children had it right.

"What's the emergency? Is everything ok?" I asked, as he approached us. He had on a pair of tanned colored kakhi shorts and a blue golf shirt and sneakers. He didn't look like he had been working, but what did I know. Maybe they had a casual day or something.

"Daddy...daddy." chanted Little Faith, happy to see her father. Bosco handed her over to Rob and walked away from us and up the steps to the back door. He opened it and the screen door slammed behind him.

"What's wrong with him?" Rob asked.

"He's worried about Brett...he called us and wants us to get the next plane to Boston and Bosco doesn't want to go." I explained as we walked back toward the car.

"Well, I hope it goes okay." He said as he snapped the baby in her seat. "Call us if you need anything." He added, getting into the driver's seat.

"Thanks Rob and I'm sorry for getting you to leave work early to get her. I guess you drove pretty fast, huh?"

He gave me a queer look, kind of like I had treaded onto something that he didn't want to discuss and nodded. "Okay, call us when you get back. Don't worry, Faith..my mom will take care of her."

"Bye baby girl. I said, and waved at my beautiful granddaughter. She waved back and smiled at me.

I went inside and upstairs to our bedroom and found Bosco lying on the bed, one leg crossed over the other. He was watching General Hospital.

"Are you going to tell me why you won't come with me or do I have to guess?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

"I'll tell you why but you're not gonna like it." He said looking up at me. He gave me 'the' look. The one he always put on his face when he was confident about something. I didn't doubt it.

"So...what is it? I...I mean 'we'" I corrected myself. "have to be at the airport in thirty minutes." I came further into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed anxiously.

"I'm not going because it's just another mellow drama in the waiting. This baby, the whole thing...it's too much to handle. They don't want our help. They want to do it by themselves and I'm not getting involved." He stated simply, raising his eyebrows to emphasize his seriousness.

"Not getting involved? What the hell does that mean?" I shrilled, throwing my hands up in the air. "This whole thing involves you because you are their father...not someone else..you...and you need to get your ass in gear and come with me to Boston." I was losing control quickly, but my stress level had just bumped up a few hundred notches in the last half hour.

He sat up quickly, his eyes blazing. "I know who I am...but the question is do you? You have to have your nose into everything, Faith. You have to run out the door the second he calls...when I bet he treated you like shit on the phone, didn't he?" He accused.

I didn't answer. He knew the way that Brett had been treating me. I looked away, tears starting down my face again.

"That's what I thought." He said sharply, his head bobbing up and down. "And I, for one, am not hopping my ass on a plane to go and break up whatever fight is in the works down there. I can't help him out of this situation and neither can you. Tell me why he called. Tell me what he said...this thing about Japan or what ever God-forsaken place he's going. It's not our business."

I looked back at him, my lips trembling and took a deep breath. "He said he needs us to go and stay with Carly because he's leaving her. This time, he's running away to Japan to teach English..and he's not waiting to see about the baby..." I wailed.

Bosco had no sympathy. "It's not his child, Faith. What would you have him do? Run back to her and raise the kid as his own?"

Indignantly, I wiped the tears off of my face. "That's a terrible thing to say! You wanted to raise Emily and Charlie as your own...what's the difference?" I could feel myself heating up. We were heading for a real fight, perhaps the first big fight we'd had for years.

He pointed his finger at me. "That was different and you know it! Don't bring Emily and Charlie into this! Be reasonable...you know that there is no way in hell that Brett is gonna be able to stay with her after she has his brother's baby! He'd do more harm than good...think about it! He wants you to come down there and stay with her so he doesn't feel guilty for abandoning her...when he damn well has every right to do just that!"

"You don't mean that!"

"So help-me-God, I do! I swear to you Faith, that I could kill both of my sons for getting themselves into this mess! He shouldn't stay with her and Mikey shouldn't be around her either...but there is a baby's life in the balance here and none of them should have it! I don't know what I think and I don't know what I should say to you, let alone to him or to her, to any of them! This kid needs a father and neither one of them are suitable!

He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. "I don't know what to tell you...I really don't! He should be mad as hell at her..he should leave her, but on the other hand...he shouldn't! This is too messed up and I can't deal with this right now...so go if you want to go, but you'll have to do it without me!" He yelled, his face red as a beet.

"Don't talk to me like that! I'm your wife, not some stranger, Maurice Boscorelli!" I yelled back, getting up off the bed to face him. "I have had your back for too many years to listen to you yelling at me!"

His eyes widened in anger. "What? You yell at me when ever you damn well please so don't give me that shit! You have had my back, it's true, but I'm putting my foot down on this one...I am not going. It is not our business even if he did call and I am not listening to any more of this garbage. I am too angry and hurt to run off and play referee between our two grown children!"

"Fine! Fine! Don't go with me, then! I don't know why I bothered to include you anyway! You don't care what happens! I just may not come back!" I yelled.

"Whatever. Do what you want!" He yelled back and stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door so hard I thought it would come off the hinges.

I grabbed my bags and headed down stairs and called a cab. He didn't follow me. Come hell or highwater, I was going to my son.