A/n : Thanks for the support guys. Here is chapter 2. I thought I'd give a little backstory on how Bo met Kenzi and a look at Bo's past before she met Lauren. Please excuse me if you find my words a bit pervy/blunt. No disrespect intended. Whatever mistakes you find, are all mine.

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Today is the day I celebrate my anniversary with my lovely wife of 55 years. I can't believe how fast time flies. They say you can't turn back the hands of time and to always live in the moment. I couldn't agree more. Standing in front of my mirror, I was checking myself out. I know vain, right? The years did nothing to my wife. To me she is still as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I can't say the same thing about me, though. There's no support bra in the world that could lift these babies up back into place. Blame it on my huge rack, I guess. Back in the day, my boobs were awesome. Just perfectly round, bouncy boobs. Now look at them. I feel like I'm dragging deflated melons along whenever I walk. Gravity was my enemy. Sure, Lauren would disagree and tell me that I am still that busty luscious brunette she fell in love with all those years ago but I couldn't disagree more. I hate being old. Sigh. But one thing remained the same throughout the years though. She always loved my boobs. Still do. And my dimple. One big smile from me, and she was putty in my hands. That fact still holds true till today and I'm not ashamed to admit that. I know I'm not supposed to be talking like this due to the fact that I'm like ancient and whatever; yes, "Ancient" is the word Kenz and I would use when we were describing old people back when gravity and I were still friends. But, I could care less. I'll be as vain as I want to be. It's not like anyone can hear my thoughts. Cue evil laugh.

I make my way downstairs towards the living room. I hear some people talking while the others were laughing; the piano playing a classical tune. Hmm. I wonder who was playing it. I walk slowly towards the entrance of the living room, my right arm on my lower back. The years took away my strength and agility. Again, I hate being old. Being old and feeling old is not a pleasant thing, I can assure you. I feel like my back would break every time I try to grab that pot from under the kitchen counter whenever I wanted Lauren to cook me my favourite pasta. After all these years, I still can't cook to save my life. I should probably move that pot to someplace higher.

I finally make it to the living room to find Lauren and Emma at the piano. Lauren was teaching her how to play a piece from Beethoven. I don't know what the title was. Never was a fan of classical music. Only recognised the tune because Lauren would play it so often, it was stuck in my head. Emma though, seems to have taken after Lauren in the music department. Just like her father, my son, Ethan did. We sent both Ethan and Charlie for music classes back when they were kids. It was just two times a week for an hour a session. Charlie was the trouble maker of the two. She would always skip her classes and go hang out with her friends instead. I guess she took after me. Whenever Trick, my grandfather would send me to my tennis lessons at the country club, I'd sneak out back to go join my friends at the mall to go watch some movies or just play in the arcade. Mortal Kombat was the best video game ever created I say. Still is, in my book. Trick found out about it and after a long talk with my mother, they decided to enrol me into a self-defence class. Karate. Best decision they ever made. I loved it! That was where I met Kenzi. I was 14 at the time. Kenzi was 10. She would always hang around the outside of the dojo trying to sneak a peek inside. She was the daughter of the waitress from the restaurant next door. Like me, her father wasn't in the picture. Her mother worked three jobs just to earn enough money to raise her.

We became friends soon after. Being an only child, I often felt lonely. Sure, I had my mom and Trick. But, it was never the same as having another sibling to play around with. As it turned out, Kenzi was an only child as well. It was as if her mom working next door was somehow a part of God's master plan for Kenzi and me to meet.

We would hang out after my karate classes and just talk for hours sitting on the bench by the sidewalk enjoying our ice cream. My favourite was chocolate; hers rocky road.

Soon, we were having sleepovers at my house. We asked her mother to come work for us at the Dahl Corporation. It started off as a simple family owned restaurant Trick shared with my grandmother and quickly grew into a chain of restaurants across the Ontario and Quebec provinces. She soon learned the ropes of the business and was put in charge of several outlets in the Quebec province. This was good for Kenzi and her mom financially but it meant that she couldn't spend as much time as she wanted with Kenzi since we were in Toronto. So as a solution, Trick and she decided to let Kenzi move in with us. Since then, we were inseparable. We did everything together. She was there when I got my driver's licence. I was there when she had to retake hers. All four times. She was my shoulder to cry on when my grandmother had passed away. Trick was devastated having spent most of his life with the woman he loved gone. I guess I learned about true love from watching him and my grandmother all those years. I was there when Kenzi had her first heartbreak. I wasn't really into the long term relationship thing though I believed in love at first sight and soulmates. I also saw the effect of loving someone so whole-heartedly only to have that heart crushed into a million pieces. My father left my mother and I for another woman when I was 6. My mother was never the same after that. Moving on from one man to another. Occasionally, she would bring women home too. So I guess it's safe to say I have never had my heart broken. I did all the dumping. I was never dumped. Even when I went off to college, I could never hold a relationship down. Man or woman. I just wanted so badly to feel what my grandparents had felt for each other I guess I was too picky at the time? Back in college, Kenzi and I studied business. Although I graduated earlier because of our age difference, we still spent most of our free time together. We were preparing to take over Trick's business. Trick treated Kenzi and her mom as part of our family ever since her mom was put in charge of Quebec. They were even part of his will.

After I graduated, I took some time off backpacking throughout Europe. I went with some friends from my college; Tamsin and Dyson. We would sleep in the backpackers' lodges and walk to our destination most of the time. We didn't have a schedule and just went where we thought we wanted to go at the time. Everything was carefree. We took our time in France. It was there that I met a young Frenchman by the name of Gaston. He was so charming that I fell hard and fast for him. We would take midnight strolls on the streets of Paris, walking hand in hand while gazing lovingly at each other. Tamsin and Dyson had at the time just started dating. So we would go out on double dates and he was welcomed into our little group. I was happy. I seriously considered moving there to be with him and forgetting about Trick's business at one time. I thought he was the one. He was handsome, tall and well built. It was love at first sight. Well at least I thought it was. It wasn't until I caught him in bed with another woman that I realised it was only an infatuation. He was two-timing me the whole time that we were together. Nevertheless, my heart was broken and I returned home not long after. When Dyson and Tamsin who had returned home a few weeks earlier before I did, heard about what had happened, they offered to fly back there and kick his ass till kingdom come. We had become a family; the three of us. I reluctantly declined their offer seeing as how I was somewhat grateful to him for causing my first heartbreak. I knew then that my real soul mate was out there waiting for me. Even Kenzi offered to go all Russian mafia on him when I told her what happened in France.

I took over the business when I turned 26, a few months after Trick had passed away. Mom didn't do business. She had become more of a socialite ever since dad left us. That's why whenever she would go and visit aunt Felicia at her restaurant, she would complain about Trick always trying to get her to take over his business. By the time I took over the business, we had over 80 outlets throughout Ontario and Quebec. Business was definitely booming. Though I was proud to be in control of such a successful business, it was stressful to say the least. After Kenzi graduated, I let her handle Montreal while her mother took care of the rest in Quebec. I had to hire some more people to help me manage the other 55 outlets here in Ontario. I hired both Tamsin and Dyson. They were engaged to be married at the time. I couldn't have been happier for them. My little family was coming together. Mom, Kenzi, aunt Rebecca; Kenzi's mum, Tamsin and Dyson . Now all I needed was to find my one true love.

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"Yo, granny B!" I heard someone call my name. I turned to look at little Geoffrey, Charlie's kid. Well, not so little now. He just turned 21 last month.

"Granny B?" I asked the blonde. "What happened to good ole grandma?"

He shrugged and pointed to Kenzi. "Nana K said it was cool to call you that."

Someone was hanging around my only grandson too much. I had three grandkids; Geoffrey who was the eldest at 21, Emma 20 and Isabelle the youngest of the lot, at 18. Geoffrey was Charlie's only kid. Emma and Isabelle were Ethan's.

"Kenz... What did I say about acting your own age?" I looked at my best friend and sister.

"Excusez-moi but I don't look a day over 50 with these bangs, babe." She would dye her hair black every two months or so since she started getting grey hair. Still trying out different hairstyles and wearing Goth outfits. I had to laugh at the tiny Russian. A tiny Russian Goth grandma. She married Hale, the cousin of the drummer from Christina Perri's band. They started dating soon after my proposal to Lauren. She has 3 kids and 2 grandkids of her own. Hale passed away 5 years ago, leaving Kenzi coming over to our place more often than not. Said she didn't like staying at home alone. Her kids moved away to Alberta and British Columbia once they got married. They still visit her once in a while whenever they could. They offered Kenzi to stay with them after Hale's death, but she couldn't leave here. Said something about me missing her too much.

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"Where are Charlie and Lucy?" I asked Ethan who was sitting across the room watching the evening news on the wall coming from his watch cum wrist projector. Yep. Technology has come a long way since the Ipad.

"In the kitchen, ma."

Lauren stopped playing and stood up. "I'll go check on them. Dinner is supposed to be ready by now." She then turned and exited the living room heading towards the kitchen.

"So, granny B. Why don't you tell us the story of how you and nana met again? I could use some real life love story right about now," Geoffrey said.

Emma turned from her position on the piano stool and asked him, "Problems in paradise, G-man?"

"Yeah.. Well... I don't wanna talk about it right now. Please, grandma can we hear the story again?" he pleaded.

Just as I was about to begin, Lauren, Lucy and Charlie walked into the living room.

"Dinner should be ready in twenty minutes, babe," Lauren said while making her way towards me. I went to sit down on my favourite armchair. I tapped my knee asking her to sit on my lap.

"You sure about this, Bo? We're not as strong as we used to be you know," she said looking skeptical.

"Nah. I'm fine, hun. Still strong as an ox," I joked. "Come. Sit with me. I was just about to tell the story of how we met to the grandkids." I said.

She reluctantly agreed and sat on my lap. I put my arms around her waist and held her tight, quickly turning her around and giving her a peck on the lips. Her face instantly becoming a bright pink at the open show of affection. I chuckled as I let her turn back around and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek while I whispered, "I love you" into her ear. I could still make her blush after all these years.

"Okay. Okay. Enough with the loveeeeeeeee... Seriously Bo? And you're the one who keeps telling me to act my own age," Kenzi said dramatically.

"Geez... Really ma?" Ethan groaned to which Charlie, Lucy; his wife, and James, Charlie's husband, only laughed.

Emma, Isabelle and Geoffrey only rolled their eyes. A signature trait inherited from Lauren.

"Okay, so listen up. Nana K, a.k.a. moi is going to tell the epic love story that is BoLo a.k.a. your parents," she pointed to Charlie and Ethan. "And your grandparents," she pointed to my grandkids.

"Now hurry up and grab a seat. We've got about 15 minutes left before dinner and though I'm not so sure that is enough time to tell the whole story, we'll just have to make do for now," she said taking control of the room.

All eyes and ears were glued to Kenzi. She took a deep breath and started, " Once upon a time..."

-End of chapter 2-

A/n2 : Next chapter might be from Kenzi's POV as well as Bo's. I don't know yet. Also, I would love to hear some ideas as to how you want Bo and Lauren to meet. Please leave your thoughts and comments in the review section. Short or long, good or bad, I appreciate all feedback. :)