Title: What Might Have Been
Authors: NYPDBosco and X_tremeroswellian
Rating: Totally okay for everyone as long as you don't mind a little swearing.
Category: AU, Fluff, Friendship
Storyline: What might have been if Faith and Bosco met in the Academy and she really did leave Fred after graduation....
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Bosco bit his lip as he waited for Faith to unlock her apartment door. "And you're sure this is okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just gonna put my coat down, then I'll go get the kids."
"They wouldn't be sleepin' or anything would they? I don't want you to woke 'em up or anything."
"Well, Charlie might be, but...Mrs. Harris needs a break anyway. And I'm home for the day."
He nodded his head. "What's your little girl's name again?"
"Emily." She smiled, set her coat on the back of the sofa, then headed for the door once more. "You wanna come with me?"
"Uh..." He swallowed hard. "Yeah. Okay."
"It's okay, Bosco. Relax." She offered him a warm smile.
"Right, sorry. I just..." He blew out a breath. "I don't have any friends who have kids except for you and..."
She waited for him to finish.
"I just don't wanna screw up."
"You won't. It'll be fine." Patting his arm lightly, she headed out of the apartment, down the hall, and knocked on the door of an apartment three away from her own.
Mrs. Harris opened the door a moment later. "Faith. I wasn't expecting you so soon."
She smiled. "Is Charlie sleeping?"
Before the older woman had a chance to respond, her four year old daughter plowed into her. "Mommy!" She wrapped her arms around Faith's legs.
Bosco chuckled softly from where he stood a couple feet behind Faith.
"I've been tryin' to get him to sleep, but he's real fussy today."
She smiled and bent down to pick her daughter up, hugging her tightly, and placing a kiss on her cheek. "How was your day, Emmy?"
"I colored."
"You did? What'd you color?"
"Pooh," she said matter of factly. "And Tigger."
She grinned. "For me?"
The little girl nodded her head enthusiastically.
She kissed Emily's cheek once more. "Well, I can't wait to see it. Why don't you go get it for me?" She carefully set the little girl down on the ground.
Emily turned to go get the pages she colored, but before going anywhere she turned back around. Her eyes on Bosco.
Faith smiled at her. "Em, this is my friend Bosco. Bosco, this is Emily."
Bosco extended his hand to the little girl and she just stared at it.
"It's okay, Emmy."
She glanced up at her mother, and when she nodded her head Emily reached out and shook Bosco's hand the best she could. "Hi."
"It's nice to meet you, Emily."
She watched her daughter smile shyly at him, her brown eyes wide.
The little girl stared at him a moment longer before quickly running back into the apartment to get the pictures she'd colored.
"She's a little shy," she said to him.
"So am I." He looked at Faith. "Now, if she was a blond..." He teased.
She shook her head, rolling her eyes as she turned back to Mrs. Harris, who was now holding her son.
"I don't know what's wrong," she told Faith softly as she handed the still fussing infant over to his mother. "He doesn't have a temperature and I've changed him and fed him."
Almost as soon as she handed him over to Faith, he began to quiet down as she cradled him in her arms. "What's the matter, baby?"
"Looks like Charles just needed mommy," Mrs. Harris commented.
A soft smile spread across her face as she met the other woman's eyes. "Thanks for watchin' them."
"You know it's no problem. It's the highlight of my days."
"Well, I really appreciate it. I don't know what I'd do if..." Her voice trailed off and she smiled at the woman.
"Don't worry about it." She patted Faith's arm.
Nodding a little, she smiled as her daughter returned with the pictures she'd colored. "Oh, Em, those are great!"
Bosco looked down at the papers in Emily's hand, noticing that Winnie the Pooh was colored purple.
"We're gonna hang those up, okay?" She reached out for her daughter's hand.
"On the 'frig-raider?"
Smiling, she nodded. "Yep."
Emily nodded as well, but didn't take her mother's hand, instead holding her hand out to Bosco.
Faith's eyes widened a little in surprise and she glanced over at Bosco.
"Uh..." He swallowed hard then gently took the little girl's hand.
Smiling softly, she thanked Mrs. Harris once more, then led them down the hall to her apartment.
As they made their way back to the apartment Bosco looked down at Emily who was looking back up at him as she swung their hands back and forth.
She pressed a soft kiss to Charlie's forehead, smiling when he cooed at her. She stepped into the apartment and turned to close the door once Bosco and Emily had made it inside.
As soon as they were inside Emily dropped Bosco's hand and headed into the kitchen to hang her latest masterpieces. Bosco glanced around and made his way over to sit on the sofa.
"She likes you," Faith murmured.
He looked over at Faith. "You think so?"
She nodded slightly.
"She's cute."
"Yeah, I'm not sure where she gets it from," she joked, looking over at her daughter.
"She looks just like you," he commented seriously.
"You think so?"
"Yeah. She's definitely your daughter."
Faith smiled. "So does that mean you think I'm cute?" she teased.
"You probably already know the answer to that," he said softly, thinking back to that day at the Y when he'd tried to kiss her.
Swallowing hard, she glanced at him briefly.
Pressing his lips together he nodded.
"Thanks," she said softly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Mmhmm." He was still gazing at Faith when a moment later he felt a tap on his leg and looked to see Emily staring at him.
"Looks like you have a way with the brunettes too," she teased, moving over to the sofa.
He smiled. "Too bad she's so young, cause I got a feeling she's a keeper."
She chuckled softly.
Emily tapped his leg again and he looked at Faith, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What's up, Emmy?"
"I wanna sit with him."
"Oh...well..." She glanced at Bosco.
"Sure. That's okay with me." He reached down to help Emily up on the sofa, his eyes widened slightly and he chuckled when she moved from sitting beside him to sitting on his lap.
Faith couldn't help but grin, though she was a little surprised by her daughter's actions.
"I thought you said she was shy," he teased as Emily leaned against him.
"Usually she is."
"Guess it's that chick magnet in me."
"I guess so." Amused, she shifted Charlie in her arms and shifted her gaze to his face.
"He's really tiny," he said softly, looking at the baby in Faith's arms.
"Yeah,” Faith said quietly, then informed Bosco of the baby’s current measurements.
"Are all baby's his age that small?"
"No." She shook her head a little. "He was a month premature, so he's still a little underweight."
"Oh. Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine." She kissed his forehead, then glanced at Bosco.
He smiled at her. "This is a different side of you," he told her softly.
"You mean then the side that body slams the Jolly Green Giant?"
Bosco laughed. "Exactly."
She grinned and turned her attention back to her son, rocking him in her arms gently. "I guess I'm a complex person," she joked.
"I'd say." He smiled and looked at Emily who had rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "You tired?" The little girl nodded against him.
Faith glanced over at her daughter. "Wanna switch?" she asked Bosco.
"Uh...You mean..."
"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm gonna put Emmy down for her nap."
"Oh, um...okay."
Sensing his nervousness, she suppressed a smile. "Come on, Em."
The little girl groaned and slowly sat up before sliding off Bosco's lap.
"Just make your arms like this," Faith instructed.
He did as she said. "Like this?"
"Exactly like that." Smiling softly, she carefully shifted her son into his arms.
His eyes widened as she set the baby in his arms and the boy shifted slightly.
"It's okay. Just support his head."
"Right. Got it." His attention was focused on the small boy in his arms as he made sure to support his head.
She watched him, smiling softly. Convinced he was okay with the infant, she carefully knelt down and picked her daughter up.
Emily wrapped her arms around her mother as she rested her head on Faith's shoulder. She gave Bosco a small wave, and he smiled at her. "Bye, Emily."
She carried her daughter into her bedroom and carefully tucked her in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"He's nice," she whispered, her eyes drifting shut.
"Yeah. Yeah, he is," she whispered back. "Sweet dreams."
"'night, Mommy," she murmured, snuggling under the covers.
"Night, Emmy." She watched her daughter for a moment, smiling softly as the little girl drifted to sleep. Then she headed back out to the living room.
In the short amount of time he'd been holding the young child he'd become more comfortable. Cradling him in one arm he gently ran his fingertips over the baby's face.
Faith paused in the doorway of the living room, watching her friend cradle her infant son in his arms, a soft smile on his face.
His smile widened when Charlie's mouth stretched into a yawn and his arms flailed. A few seconds later the baby's hand was wrapped around Bosco's index finger.
Her heart skipped a beat at the small action and she swallowed a lump in her throat. Fred hardly ever held Charlie and when he did, the baby cried until Faith took him back.
Bosco instinctively kissed Charlie's hand softly.
"Wow," she said softly, slowly moving over to the sofa.
He looked up at Faith as she approached. "Wow, what?"
"He doesn't generally warm up to people like that."
"You're kidding."
She shook her head, sitting down beside him once more.
"He's adorable," he told her softly.
A smile spread across her face. "Thanks."
"I bet when he cries he really wails though."
"That he does." She grinned.
"Some day I'm gonna have what you have."
She lifted her gaze to his face.
"I'm gonna get married and I'm gonna have a couple beautiful kids," he said softly.
"I'm sure you will," she said just as softly.
"Is it hard? Turning off the attitude you have to have at the academy all day when you come home to your kids?"
"No." She shook her head. "One look at the kids and...I just shift gears."
"Yeah. It seems pretty easy to slip into that mode."
"I think you did a pretty good job too," she told him softly.
A soft smile touched his lips as he gently rubbed Charlie's little hand with his thumb. "This is pretty amazing."
"You're gonna make a great father, Bosco."
"You hardly know me," he reminded her.
"True. But I know my kids."
He looked at her. "And they really don't warm up to people like this usually?"
"No. They really don't."
"Thanks for lettin' me come over."
"You're welcome."
"Maybe on our next day off we could take the kids somewhere together," he suggested, looking down at Charlie.
"Yeah? You'd wanna do that?"
"Sure." He nodded. "I think it'd be fun."
A smile tugged at her lips and for a moment she felt a glimmer of hope. Then she remembered that she was already married and she looked down at the floor.
"Where would we go? The zoo or something?"
"Yeah. Emily would like that. She loves the zoo."
"Me too," he replied without thinking about it.
"Yeah?"
He looked up, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I do," he told her softly.
"So do I, actually," she admitted.
Bosco let out a breath and smiled.
She returned the smile with a faint one of her own.
"Your husband sure is lucky."
The smile slipped from her face and she didn't reply.
His eyebrows furrowed. "Is something wrong?"
"No," she said softly, shaking her head.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
He shifted his gaze back to Charlie. "You know you can talk to me, right Faith?"
Drawing in a breath, she closed her eyes briefly. "I know."
"Just makin' sure."
Before she had a chance to respond, the door opened and she swallowed hard.
"I'm home."
Tense, she turned to look over her shoulder at him.
"You're early, and who's this?"
"This is my friend Bosco. Bosco, this is my husband, Fred."
"It's nice to meet you," Bosco told him, turning to look at the man.
Fred gave a soft grunt in response. "What are you doin' home so early?"
"Got outta class early. What are you doin' home already?"
He shrugged and headed into the kitchen to get a beer.
Closing her eyes briefly, she rose to her feet.
Bosco looked at her, his eyes questioning.
She didn't look back at him, instead heading into the kitchen. "Tell me you didn't get fired." Her voice was very quiet.
"I didn't get fired...I got let go." He pulled open the refrigerator door. "What happened to all the beer?"
"Fred, that's the same thing as being fired!"
"The boss was a jerk anyway."
"We cannot afford for you not to work," she said tensely.
"Well if you weren't off at that stupid academy--"
"Yeah, God forbid I do something with my life."
"I'll find another job."
"Yeah. Maybe in a few months. Right, Fred?"
"I don't know why you're gettin' all bent outta shape. At least you didn't come home to find me with some other woman."
Her eyes narrowed. "Bosco's a friend. We've been studying together."
"Oh that's a nice way of puttin' it."
Faith glared at him.
"Now. What happened to all the beer?"
"Go out and buy more yourself." Without waiting for a response, she headed back into the living room.
"Fine. I will." He slammed the refrigerator door, not even noticing when one of the pictures Emily had colored that day fell to the floor.
Raking a hand through her hair, she swallowed hard. "You should probably go," she murmured to Bosco.
He nodded his head. "Charlie um...he started to get kinda...restless or whatever."
Nodding a little, she reached out and carefully took the infant from him.
"I'm sorry if me bein' here..."
"No, it's okay. It's not you. He's always like this."
Bosco frowned as he stood up.
"See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "At the Y?"
"Yeah." She walked him over to the door.
"You got my number?" he asked in a whisper.
"Yeah." Her eyebrows furrowed a little.
"If you need anything. Call me. I'll come get you," he told her softly.
She was silent for a moment, then she nodded slightly.
"Okay." He reached out and gently touched Charlie's head. "See ya."
"Have a good night."
"You too," he whispered, hoping it was possible.
She watched him head out into the hallway and hesitate.
Biting his lip he ran a hand through his hair and turned back around.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just..." He swallowed hard. "Are you gonna be okay? I don't feel right leavin' you with..."
"I'm okay, Bosco," she said softly.
He blew out a breath, completely torn over what he should do.
"He won't hurt me."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'll kick his ass."
Her comment was unexpected but it made him chuckle. "You definitely could."
She smiled.
"But no matter what. After you kick his ass you call me and I'll come pick up you and the kids," he told her, his voice serious.
Nodding, she cradled Charlie closely. "Thanks. I will."
Satisfied he nodded and headed for the exit.
Faith watched him go, leaning against the door frame.
When he got outside he paused and dragged a hand over his face. This was Faith, not his mother. But it didn't make leaving her alone with her husband any easier.
* * *
Part Four
Bosco was sitting on the bench in the matted area of the room he and Faith had staked out as theirs at the Y. He had a towel between his hands, wringing it so tightly that his knuckles were turning white as he waited for Faith. After leaving her apartment the night before he'd been so concerned about her that he hadn't been able to sleep. He'd thought about calling her, but figured it would only add fuel to the fire and that was something he didn't want to do.
She wasn't early that morning as she usually was for their practice training sessions, and her anger from the night before still hadn't worn off as she yanked the door open and headed into the Y. She was tense and upset, and knowing that Bosco was going to be full of questions didn't help relax her at all. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she headed into the locker room and changed into her workout outfit--a tank top and a pair of jogging pants. Then she headed over to their usual area.
As soon as the door opened he stood up. There were so many things he wanted to ask that he didn't know what to ask first.
She couldn't quite meet his eyes. "Hey."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you--" He cut himself off before asking if she was sure, then motioned toward the mat. "Ready?"
Relieved that he hadn't asked anything else, she nodded. "Yeah. Are you?"
"Sure." He tossed his towel aside and made his way to the middle of the mat. "I'll attack first."
Nodding again, she watched him, every muscle in her body tense.
He circled her for a moment, eyeing her up, not wanting her to be able to guess when he was going to attack. Trying to catch her off guard he faked a couple times then quickly reached out and grabbed her arm.
She took him down hard, harder than usual.
His mouth opened, his eyes wide as the air left his lungs when she slammed him to the ground.
As soon as he hit the floor, her eyes widened in horror at what she'd done. "Oh, God. Oh, God, I'm sorry." She quickly moved off him, worry in her eyes as she hovered above him. "Are you okay?"
Pressing a hand to his chest he tried taking a couple deep breathes, nodding his head a little. "Good God."
Her eyes filled with tears and she swallowed hard. "Boz, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he told her softly, getting his breath back and closing his eyes.
She bit her lower lip, feeling horrible. She touched his arm without thinking. "Should I get someone?"
"Like you could hurt me that bad," he teased, trying to make her feel better.
Faith gazed at him worriedly, her eyes still shiny with unshed tears.
After a moment he sat up slowly and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his arms on his knees. "Wanna talk?"
She looked down at the floor guiltily.
"I figured you didn't wanna talk, but after you body slam me within an inch of my life I figure I can't afford for you -not- to talk."
"I'm sorry, Bosco," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I know you are. I'm okay."
She chewed on her lower lip nervously.
"Look," he said softly. "I all ready know things weren't good last night."
Letting out a breath, she hesitantly looked up at him. "Fred's...he's got a real problem."
"I'm listenin'."
"With alcohol," she said softly.
"You mean he's...an alcoholic?"
She nodded silently, lowering her gaze to the mat once more.
"How long's this been goin' on?"
A bitter smile twisted her lips. "Since we met."
"Wow." He let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah. Wow." Her voice was dull.
"Have you tried talkin' to him?"
"More times than I can count."
"And obviously he's not real receptive, huh?"
"Apparently not." She was quiet for a moment. Then she lifted her gaze to his face. "That's why I'm at the academy."
His eyebrows furrowed.
"If I tell you something....will you swear not to tell anyone?" she whispered.
"Yeah." He nodded his head. "Of course."
Faith paused, swallowing hard. "Once I get a job...I'm leaving him."
His eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah." She looked down at the mat. "My kids aren't gonna grow up the same way I did."
"You're sayin' that your dad..." He shook his head. "Good for you, Faith."
"I can't depend on him, and...I don't want my kids seein' that."
He nodded his head. "Look, I can't offer much, but if you need anything..."
She glanced up at him. "I appreciate you just listenin'."
"I knew things weren't right last night, and I couldn't sleep cause I kept thinkin' about all the worst scenarios, ya know? So if I can help just say something."
Faith was quiet for a few seconds. "I've never really..."
"Never what?" He questioned.
"Had someone to talk to," she whispered.
"Yeah, me either."
She gazed at him, her eyes filled with emotions. "He got fired yesterday."
"Damn. What are you gonna do?"
Letting out a breath, she shook her head, then rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't know," she admitted.
"I'm guessin' you guys rely on his money coming in."
"You could say that," she whispered. "I'm gonna have to look for somethin' til I get done at the academy."
"My mom works at this bar and grill. Maybe..."
She quickly looked up at him. "You think?"
"We can go talk to her right now, before class."
"God, that would be great. Thank you."
"No problem." He stood up, moving a little slower than normal and reached his hand out to help her up.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, looking up at him.
"If there's anything I shoulda learned from my mother it's not to take on a woman who's pissed off," he told her with a smile on his face.
She slid her hand into his and let him help her up. "I still feel bad."
"And I'm going to milk it for all it's worth."
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
"Grab your stuff. We'll drive to my mom's place."
Nodding a little, she reached down and grabbed his bag, as well as her own.
"Yeah, you better grab my bag," he joked, resting a hand on his back and playing up his injury.
"You're such a -man-," she teased.
"Oh that hurts. Stereotype me." He shook his head.
"Some stereotypes were invented for a reason."
"Well let me tell you. Once you graduate and are out workin' on the streets. Men had better beware."
Grinning, she glanced at him sideways. "You can say that again."
"I would...if I could remember what I said," he joked.
"Did I cause you brain damage? Or was that already there before I took you down?" she teased.
He swatted her arm. "Watch it."
Faith chuckled and followed him out of the Y.
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Faith tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, wishing she'd changed clothes before they left the Y. She was still in her workout suit, which wasn't by any means indecent, just a little more casual than she would've preferred for a potential job interview.
"My mom goes by Rose, but don't let that fool you," he teased before knocking on the door of his mother's apartment.
A smile tugged at her lips and she held her breath nervously as the door opened.
"Ma, hey," he greeted his mother warmly.
"Maurice." She beamed and hugged him, kissing his cheek.
He didn't hesitate before returning the embrace and kissing her cheek as well. "How are you?"
"Well I was wondering when my son was gonna come see me, but here you are." She grinned.
"This is my friend, Faith," he told her as he pulled away.
"Your friend?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Yes. Friend. She goes to the academy with me."
"Oh." Nodding a little, she smiled warmly at Faith, giving her the once over.
"We've---I've got a big favor to ask you," he told Rose softly.
Her eyebrows furrowed a little. "What kind of favor?"
"Aren't you gonna invite us in?"
"Sorry." She smiled sheepishly and stepped aside, waving them in.
Bosco touched his mother's arm as they moved into the apartment, and led Faith into the living room where they sat down on the sofa.
"What can I do for ya?"
"Well, Faith...she's kinda got this situation, and she needs a job."
Rose raised her eyebrows once more, looking over at Faith.
She swallowed hard, reluctantly meeting the other woman's eyes. "Normally I wouldn't ask, but...I've got two kids," she whispered.
"She reminds me a lot of you, mom."
"Well, she is very pretty." Rose's voice was light.
He chuckled. "Yeah, that too."
Faith smiled, though her cheeks felt warm. "Thanks," she murmured.
"So like I was saying, she's got this situation and she's got two kids. Her situation isn't like ours was, but it's close," he told her softly.
Rose's smile faded a little. "Well, I'll speak with Johnny tonight. We are hiring for a part time waitress position. If you're interested."
"I'm definitely interested. Thank you, Ms. Boscorelli."
She made a face. "Please. Call me Rose."
Bosco grinned. "And if the waitress thing doesn't work out. Johnny was talking to me the other day about maybe having a bouncer or something. Just someone there for security."
Faith smacked his arm lightly. "Cute."
He looked at her. "You think I'm kidding?"
She smirked, momentarily forgetting they weren't alone. "Bite me."
The words were unexpected and he couldn't help but laugh.
Rose chuckled as well. "Oh, I like her."
"I knew you would."
Faith smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, but not really.
"You should see her kids, ma," Bosco told her. "They're real cute."
"Boys or girls?"
"One of each. Don't you wish you'd been that lucky."
"I think I was pretty lucky anyway."
"Aww. You're sweet." He looked at Faith. "Isn't she sweet?"
"Like candy," she said without hesitation.
He smiled. "Well, we should probably get goin'. We don't wanna be late."
Rose stood up, hugging him. "Have a good day. I'll call you tonight."
"Sounds good." He kissed her cheek. "Thanks, ma."
"You're welcome." She smiled at him, then hugged Faith, catching her off guard a little.
Relaxing, Faith hugged her back.
"Next time Faith and I have a day off we're gonna take the kids to the zoo or something. We'll have to stop by so Faith can show them off."
"I'd love that. Probably the closest thing I'll get to grandkids."
Bosco shot his mother a glare.
Rose smirked.
"You think you're so funny."
"I know I am."
Shaking his head he started for the door. "Later, ma."
"Later, Maurice. It was nice to meet you, Faith."
"It was nice to meet you too, Ms--Rose." She smiled and followed Bosco out the door.
He gave his mother a small wave before closing the door behind them. "That wasn't so bad."
"She's nice."
"Yeah." They headed down the hall. "And I wasn't kidding. You really could work security."
"You think so?"
"Of course. All the stuff you're capable of now, security at Johnny's would be a snap."
She smiled. "Something to think about."
"It gives you more options."
"Lord knows I need those," she murmured.
"Hey this might be a half-baked idea, but..."
She glanced over at him curiously.
"When you get this job...if you need someone to watch the kids...I could maybe help out."
Her eyes widened a little and she stopped walking. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. If you would just...show me how to take care of Charlie..."
"That would be..." She closed her eyes. "You have a life."
"I could still help though. Maybe not every night, but I could help."
Biting her lower lip, she opened her eyes once more to look at him. "I would really appreciate it. But I probably couldn't afford to--"
"You better not say anything about pay."
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
"We're friends, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"No buts, Yokas."
Faith gazed at him. "Thank you." Her voice was soft.
"It's no problem, but you might wanna wait until -after- I've babysat your kids once before you start thanking me."
"I've already seen them with you. They're more comfortable with you than..."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that," he told her before she had a chance to finish.
She looked at the floor. "I really know how to pick 'em, huh?"
"Mistakes happen, and I'm sure he wasn't always a jerk."
"Yeah, actually...he kinda was," she admitted softly.
"Oh," he whispered.
She smiled sadly.
"We'll get it all straightened out."
"Yeah." She nodded a little and followed him down the stairs.
"I'm glad we talked," he told her as he headed outside.
"You mean you're glad I dumped a bunch of personal garbage on you?" she teased.
"Give it time. I've got a feeling I'll dump on you, too. I mean, it's only fair," he grinned.
"Well, I hope so." She smiled, elbowing him lightly.
He gave her a playful shove. "You're such a little kid."
"You're one to talk."
Bosco smiled. "I know."
Returning the smile, her eyes twinkled.
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