The Boscorelli Bloodline Part Deuce

A/N: Hello everyone! I'd like to start by saying, you guys ROCK. Thanks so much for all the awesome reviews! You guys crack me up with some of them! Anyway, here's another chapter for you, I hope you guys like it as much as the other ones! I hope you guys like Connor, although there's not too much about him quite yet. Just so you know, he looks like Mark Paul Gosselaar from NYPD Blue. And if you guys don't like him, I can always kill him or something. Hehe, just kidding! I'm going back to watching the Orioles Game now!

Thanks to: Both Jess', Cody and Annie, for continually dealing with me screaming, "I'M STUCK PLEASE HELP ME!"

Chapter 4 - The Hard Part

"Twice as hard….as it was the first time…I said goodbye….Twice as hard…." played through Haggerty's, while Tommy sat with the guys, checking his watch every couple of minutes. After he'd look up from his watch, his eyes would go to the door, then back to the table where he sat. His nerves were a little shot, not only because of the incident with Steve that day, but because of a certain plan he had for that evening. Finally the door opened, and Max popped in with Bridgette. He let out a sigh of relief and watched her walk over to her brother at the bar.

"Hey hey." Max smiled to Bosco, giving him a hug, with Bridgette behind her.

"Everything cool?" He asked.

"Yes sir."

"We owe you one Bosco." Bridgette said.

Bosco shrugged, "Anytime I get to show off my authority at anyone who messes with you guys is just a bonus to my day."

"Anything to boost that ego." Max smirked.

"Ah-hem." Came a voice from next to them.

Max turned her head to see Connor sitting there, with a sarcastic look on his face.

She laughed, then slid over and gave him a hug, "We definitely owe you a few drinks for helping us out."

"For real." Bridgette added.

Connor smiled a little, "Anything for Bosco's sister. You know how it goes."

"Thanks Connor," Max replied sincerely, "And I seriously owe you some beer."

He chuckled, and ran his hand over his short hair, "I'll think about it."

"Think hard."

Connor smiled, then motioned towards the table of FDNY, "I think your goons are awaiting you."

"I suppose." Max giggled.

Bridgette interlocked elbows with Max, and they both started over for the table, "Dude, I want my dad to carry a gun."

"Why? He carries an axe."

"Not the same."

"Same concept though. Someone does something wrong to you, they get run over by the engine." Max replied.

Bridgette giggled, "True."

When the girls were close enough to the table, Tommy stood up and snatched Max before she could even say hi to anyone.

"Hey there." She smirked. Two years later and the butterflies still took over when he hugged her.

Tommy gave her a kiss on the cheek and a tighter squeeze, "Everything ok?"

"Yep. Danny's with the girls, and they kicked us out. So we're here." She smiled, practically melting in his arms.

"Who's got next round?" Walsh asked.

"Jimmy." DK replied.

Jimmy sighed, "Hit me up."

Everyone put their order in to Jimmy, and he headed over to the bar. On the way he, recruited Bridgette to come help him carry everything.

Tommy nudged Max's ear with his nose, "Can I snuggle up at your place tonight?"

She giggled, "Like I could say no to that?"

"You could." He smirked.

"But I won't."

"Let's go!" Jimmy said, loading the table up with everyone's drinks.

Max picked up her Smirnoff and smiled, "I've needed you ALL day."

A couple hours passed by, and Bridgette was twirling Max around, dancing to "I love Rock and Roll" by Joan Jett. DK noticed that the girls weren't paying attention, and he nudged Tommy, "It's getting late."

Tommy looked down at his watch, clearly nervous, "Not that late."

"Last call is in 10 minutes."

He bit his lip and sighed, "So maybe…."

DK cut him off, "Maybe you need to get off you chicken shit ass and go do what you need to do."

"Thank you…conscience."

"Just do it."

Tommy took an uneasy breath, and climbed out of the booth. His palms were getting even more sweaty after every step he took towards his destination. Finally, he arrived.

"What's up Tommy-Boy?" Bosco asked, looking over his shoulder to see him standing there.

Tommy shrugged, then sat down on the barstool next to him, "Not so much. What about you?"

"Checking out the tail. You know, the usual. What brings you into cop turf?"

"Just wondering some stuff."

For the two years that Bosco had known Tommy, that was the most half-assed answer he had EVER heard out of him. This was serious. Almost, scary, but serious.

"What's going on?" Bosco asked, straightening up.

Tommy sighed, this was it, "So…how much longer until you're drunk enough…that I can ask you to marry your sister and NOT get punched in the face?"

Bosco blinked a few times, then looked at him, "There isn't enough beer in the WORLD to get me THAT drunk."

"Oh…"

Then something shocking happened. Bosco actually smiled, "It's about damn time man."

Tommy let out a sigh of relief, and the color quickly rejoined his face, "Phew…"

"Thought you were dead huh?" Bosco chuckled.

"Oh…yeah."

"The element of surprise. Gotta love it," he replied, "So any idea on when you're actually going to ask her? So I can make sure I'm really drunk when she calls me and I have an excuse to not deal with her hysterics?"

Tommy laughed, "Yeah right. I think I need even more guts to get that part going."

"What? Come on, at least you KNOW she's going to say yes. That's a given, and another reason I question her sanity on a daily basis."

"Nice." Tommy replied, sarcastically.

When DK saw Tommy actually STANDING up, and WALKING back over towards him, he knew that everything went ok. The weekend long ring shopping adventure they previously had was about to pay off.

"That was the scariest thing I have ever done." Tommy said, sitting down.

"You feel better now, right?" DK chuckled.

"For sure."

"Just remind me, that when I find a girl that I want to marry, I'm dragging you ALL over the place to find a ring, just like you did to me."

"Hey, it was worth it though."

DK sighed, the ring they FINALLY decided on had Max written all over it, "Yeah, you're right."

"Order yours online." Tommy teased.

"That could work."

Their conversation was interrupted by the bartender shouting for last call.

"Time for you to peel the girls home?" DK asked.

Tommy smirked, "What a rough life I have."

DK rolled his eyes, looking up at the Yankees game while it replayed on the TV.

"Alright guys, I'm out…." Tommy started, but was interrupted by DK, "Like A-Rod to end the ballgame."

A groan came from the table, while guys watched the Red Sox celebrate their complete slaughter of the Yankees from earlier that day.

Tommy cringed looking at the score, "Ouch."

DK nodded, that was a beating.

"Hey!" Max giggled, coming up from behind Tommy, and poking at his sides.

Tommy jumped at first, then turned around and grabbed her, making her laugh harder, "Wow I got a drunk one, huh?" he smiled.

Max shrugged, and giggled, "Maybe. A little."

"A LOT." Bridgette added.

"You ready to go?" Tommy smirked, putting his arm around his girlfriend.

She sighed, "I guess…"

"Don't worry, there's always tomorrow night." Bridgette pointed out.

Max nodded, "So true…"

Once they were back at the apartment, Bridgette went next door to see how everything had gone that night. Meanwhile, Tommy followed Max while she stumbled towards her bedroom. He gave her a couple pokes and tickles from behind, making her jump and stumble a little more.

"Quit!" She laughed, falling backwards onto her bed.

Tommy shut her door and smiled, "You really don't want me to though."

Max made a pouty face, "So?"

"So…" he laughed, crawling onto the bed, and overtop of her, "So…I won't…" he smirked, poking at her sides, then starting to kiss her, "Your not…" he started, in between kisses, "Gonna pass out….are you?"

Max nodded, "Probably."

Tommy put his head down on her shoulder and laughed, "So I have to wait?"

She could only laugh, because her head was spinning totally out of control. A knock came from the door, and Tommy sat up, "Yo?"

Bridgette walked in, "Hey, just wanted to tell you guys that everything's cool next door. Nothing happened, he didn't come back."

"That's good." Tommy replied.

Bridgette motioned towards Max, "She didn't last long, huh?"

He turned his head, and saw that she was now out cold, "Guess not."

Bridgette laughed, and turned off the light, "Night." She said, before closing the door.

Hours later, Tommy was holding Max in his arms while she continued to sleep soundly. He had thought that asking Bosco earlier if he could marry Max was going to be the hard part. Now, he realized that the really hard part was asking her himself. Tommy was a nervous wreck inside. He smirked a little bit, watching Max sleep, then whispered, "Will you marry me?". Of course, the only answer was her continual breathing pattern, but it was practice.

"Ok," he sighed quietly, "Now I just need to try it when you're awake."