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Chapter 13 Alex wants to Move.

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A Life To Build On … Or Three

Several days have passed … Alex bought maternity clothes and Bobby spent some time working on cars with Lewis. They were in falling in step with each other as a happily married and expecting couple. Bobby was seeing Olivet and working on his issues but now Alex had issues of her own … where to put three babies, it was Lewis' comment that got her thinking … her little body … and their little apartment. She put her house on the market weeks earlier and has had no bites … not even a nibble. She loved Bobby's apartment but it was barely big enough for the two of them. It was time to convince Bobby to move into her house and renovate, they could remove all signs of Joe and make it their own. Good luck.

Bobby was returning home from Lewis' when he found Alex doing the Goren pace walk.

"Okay, what's wrong."

"I feel claustrophobic."

"Claustro … what? Why … your car is right outside … you're not a prisoner here, you could have come down to see us … even worked on a car with us."

"Bobby! Where are we going to put three of your babies!"

"My babies? Aren't they yours too?"

"Funny, Bobby … but they're gonna be gigantic like you and take up space. Look around you. So he does. Do you see space for four of you?"

"Ah … I'm thinking the correct answer is … no?"

"Correct, genius. So what are you going to do about it?"

Being called genius is never a good sign, he knows he's in trouble but can't figure out why. He taps his head looking for the answer. Pregnancy hormones? Possibly … actually a good possibility and he is too smart to mention that to her. The fact that she's carrying triplets and is already showing … good, good. Maybe her back hurts or her feet … another good possible answer … oh shit … the genius speaks …

"I don't know."

"You don't know? YOU DON'T KNOW?"

"What do you want me to say Baby? I'm not in the best financial situation right this second. When and if we get my back pay we can sit down with a financial advisor and figure something out."

"I think we should move into my house." There, it's out there.

Bobby feels like he's just been hit over the head with an anvil, Alex can see the tension rising in his features. It's not just because she lived there with Joe … it's also a guy pride thing. Bobby never wasted his money. It was spent on his mother's care and on the things he needed. The only thing he indulged on was his car and right now he was ready to give that up.

"Ya know Alex … the Shelby is worth a hundred grand, I should have sold it a long time ago … it was the one thing I wouldn't let my mother take from me. For us … you and the babies … a house is more important. I don't drive it in the winter anyway, so lets just get rid of it and buy the house of our dreams … together."

Alex starts to cry. That car means everything to Bobby. Before they confessed their love for each other, Bobby's days off consisted of working on that car. Women became a thing of the past for him when his mother became ill with Lymphoma, so the little free time he had, he spent underneath that car making her purr … the car that is.

"I would never ask you to give up that car. You loved her first."

"I love you more, you keep me warm at night."

"Can't we come to a compromise? If we totally renovate the house … which is already paid for … it will be our dream house."

"You paid for it not me."

"We sell your apartment, you own it … it will sell fast or we could rent it for income. It's so close to Manhattan we'll have an easy time of it … not like the house. You can pay for the renovations and do a lot of them yourself. The back pay we can start a college fund for the babies. If we do this and NOT sell your car … we'll do okay financially. Bobby, it will be like Joe was never there."

"It's not about Joe."

"Then what is it about?"

"I did things all wrong by you Alex … I wasn't financially secure and married you anyway then I got you pregnant … with triplets."

"Technically, you got me pregnant first."

"See, this is what I mean. If I sell the Shelby, I'll feel better about everything … any man would do that for his family."

"No, not any man. I don't know Bobby, could you think about it? Please … I love the "hotrod."

"I'll think about it … did we get any mail?"

"I didn't go down to our box today."

"You haven't left the apartment all day?"

"No … I wasn't in the mood."

"I see." And he did … a bored Alex was a thinking Alex and that's what led to her little tirade on him. But he knew she was right … they needed a bigger place and he already had somebody interested in the Shelby.

Bobby took the elevator down to the lobby to retrieve their mail. Getting back in the elevator, he started sifting through it and found a letter from the NYPD.

He came back into the apartment and sat heavily on the couch.

"Bobby, what's that?"

"It's the letter about the suspension … it's from the Commissioner."

"Well?"

Bobby looks up at her, his hands shaking, he looks back at the letter. He covers his mouth and lets out a half laugh half cry.

"He approved it … they transferred the money into my account."

Alex approaches him. He grabs her and buries his head into her chest. The relief just pours out of him, she straddles him and they both hold onto each other, he can end that chapter in his life. He may not have found Donnie but he has Alex and Babies G, G and G on the way and Tates is now in the distant past. Time to move on … or if Alex gets her way … move out.

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Next up: Heading back to work and facing the wrath of Ross. Another appearance from Artie Moran ... he likes Bobby. Thanks for reading! Judeey ;)