The Final Months

Blame

"Now don't be alarmed when you see her, she does have quite a few stitches in her head and arms," the nurse warned Bosco as she helped him with his coveralls. He nodded trying to imagine what she looked like. "And she is unconscious but she still may be able to hear you if you speak to her," she tied up the last of the strings on his back and he turned to face her. "Don't be afraid to touch her but don't move her too much, you don't want to break any of her stitches." the nurse smiled handing him cloth booties for his shoes. "All set, you can go in now."

"Thanks," Bosco smiled as he put the green booties on. As the nurse left him, slowly he pushed the door open, revealing more and more of Maia resting in the bed. Carefully shutting the door behind him, he quietly walked up to the side of the bed looking her over. Her head was bandaged right around with fresh gauze and a plastic stitch held the wound on her cheek together. More bandages and stitches adorned her arms and neck as she rested peacefully in the bed.

Bosco pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, taking her hand in his. He sat for a while looking her over while the blipping of the heart monitor echoed in the thick silence of the room. It hurt him more than anything to see her in this condition. There was nothing that he could do to ease her pain. He wasn't even sure how she might react to the situation when she woke up. Would she still want to marry him? Would she even want to be with him after all that had happened. The threat of the answer to those questions being yes, was all to real for him.

With Maia's hand in his left hand and his head in his right, he rested his elbows on the bed beside her. All of the sadness and guilt he felt inside quickly turned to anger and hatred towards the one who had done this to her. Maia exhaled loudly catching Bosco's attention.

"Hey baby, it's me, Mo. I'm here with you, you don't have to be afraid," he pulled his chair closer so he could lean in closer. He brushed her cheek gently with his finger. "Guess what? We have a brand new baby girl," he lowered his head trying not so sound upset. His lips quivered as he spoke. "When you wake up, we're going to have to find a name for her. I haven't seen her yet, they have her in," he took a deep breath collecting himself. "They have her in an incubator 'because she's so tiny and 'cause she was born so early." He looked at her for a moment, watching and waiting for her to move or so something. Taking another breath, he leaned in and kissed her on her cracked lips smiling inwardly.

"Maia, I'm sorry, I should have stayed home today, I should have gone with you today. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you wanted me to be there, when I should have been there, for you and our baby," he kissed her hand in his and looked up at her closed eyes. He squeezed it gently just happy her hand was still warm. "I'm going to find him Maia," he shook his head at her, "I promise you, I'm going to find the son of a bitch that did this to you, and I'm going to make him wish he was never born at all, I'll kill him if I get the chance." Just then Rose walked in the room, in her coveralls.

"Maurice," she stood with the door open peeking in at her son.

"Yeah," he wiped his face and kept his focus on Maia as she approached him. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she kissed his cheek and hugged him with the other arm.

Rose pulled up a chair on the other side of the bed, taking Maia's other hand in hers. "She's so pretty, how is she?"

"I don't know, she hasn't moved since I got in here."

"I went to see the baby," Bosco looked up at this. "She's beautiful Maurice, you did good. You should go and see her." Bosco shook his head still looking up at Maia.

"Maurice she's your daughter, you have to go and see her, she needs to know who her father is. She needs you."

"I can't all right! I just can't." Bosco shook his head even harder.

"Why not Maurice, this isn't like you, you were counting the days till this baby would get here, now you don't want to see her?"

"I'm scared all right, you happy? I'm scared to see her. This is all my fault. They didn't ask for any of this, they didn't expect it. I just should have stayed home and went with Maia to the bank. I didn't have to go in to work today."

"Honey, none of this is your fault, you couldn't have had any idea that any of this was going to happen, much less happen to Maia."

"I could have been there ma, I could have stopped it, prevented it, something, just something else."

"Maurice, look at me." Bosco shook his head, looking down at Maia's hand. "Look at me!" Bosco finally looked up.

"You are not to blame for this. Don't even try all right? Maia is okay, she is going to wake up."

"We don't know that yet."

"She's going to wake up Maurice. But right now your daughter needs you, she needs her father." Opening the door, Faith poked her head in.

"Hey," she smiled, entering the room.

"You're a father now, you need to go and be a father to that little life that you brought into this world," Rose continued.

"Ma I can't, I just..."

"I could go with you, for support, if you wanted," Faith offered. Bosco looked back at his partner. "I mean I know how hard it is to see your children when they're hurt or in pain, but they need their parents."

"Maurice, go with her, go see your baby. I'll stay here with Maia and come get you if anything changes."

"Yeah, plus it's not good for you to stress out around Maia, you don't want to upset her," Faith stood beside Bosco while he stared at Maia in the bed. He watched her for a moment before getting up and kissing her hand.

"I'll be right back," he whispered in her ear before kissing her bandaged forehead. As he walked towards the door his mother nodded at him and Faith led him out of the room.

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