An; I have written and rewritten this so many times now that I just can't anymore, it is what it is.

Thank you for reading and reviewing. Really.


The chamber, where they're going to say their vows, is just like city hall in general.

Nothing to write home about.

The man who's going to preside over the whole thing looks like he really wants to be somewhere else and Bo is once again glad that this isn't a real wedding.

Lauren though, doesn't seem to mind and Crystal is busy smiling like she's the one getting married.

The pissed off guy shows them where they're supposed to stand and Bo stands right in front of Lauren.

She looks beautiful and like she wants to be here.

For the first time, Bo wonders about her.

Does she want to get married? Not this fake marriage, a real one. In a church surrounded by friends and family. Where everyone smiles like Crystal and she holds a bouquet of flowers in her hands and stands in front of the person she loves in stead of a person she just met.

She doesn't even have a flower right now.

Bo wishes she had at least brought flowers.

Lauren must have noticed her staring because she arches a brow.

Bo looks away, the ceremony begins.

...

It's over and done with quick enough.

Bo panics a little when they ask for the rings but Crystal produces two simple but nice looking ones.

She panics again when they say the you may kiss the bride line but Lauren takes charge and kisses Bo like a third grader who's been dared by his friends.

Quick, on the cheek and she looks like a tomato when she pulls away.

The pissed off guy looks at them oddly and that seems to make Lauren think twice because she takes Bo's face in her palms which are so much softer and warmer than Bo expected them to be.

She just looks at Bo for a second which feels like more, as if she's asking for permission, and something in Bo must have granted it because she leans in, slowly and connects their lips.

She tastes like cherries. Bo thinks she'll remember that for the rest of their lives even if they end up divorcing tomorrow; her wife tasted like cherries on their wedding day.

It takes a while of them just barely kissing Lauren decides to really kiss Bo.

Her palms move from Bo's face and her hands tangle themselves in Bo's hair, pulling her closer. Her tongue asking for something and giving so many things at the exact same time.

And Bo doesn't know a lot about the woman she just married, but she knows she is a bloody good kisser.

She feels a little light headed when they pull away, like she needs air but doesn't want it.

Crystal claps like the idiot she is, Hale rolls his eyes at his girlfriend, and the judge pronounces them married.

...

Crystal and hale have to be somewhere before midday, so they excuse themselves after they've gotten Lauren's bags out of Crystal's car, kiss the newlyweds goodbye and drive away while shouting promises of getting together for drinks later.

It's after Crystal's voice fades away that Bo realizes that with their witnesses gone, it's just her and Lauren here.

Her wife, Lauren who's looking at her with shining eyes, like she knows something Bo doesn't.

Like she can see something the brunette is blind to.

"What?" Bo asks, feeling like she's smiling although she isn't.

Lauren shrugs and looks away, her eyes still bright and the wind playing with her hair.

She tucks a few strands behind her ear, "what's the plan?" she asks in that just so tone of hers.

Bo frowns, "what plan?"

"The plan," she says training her eyes back to Bo, they've lost most of their brightness,"we're married now, we should have a plan."

It's odd to even hear it, that they're married.

Before this morning, Bo didn't even know what this woman looked like.

"Well, I don't have one. Do you?"

"No," she says softly, "maybe we should go home and talk about it, come up with a plan."

Home?

the hell does she mean home?

"Home?" Bo asks, her eyes widening a little.

"Yes, Bo. Home."

"Your home?"

"Our home."

"What do you mean, Our home? Are we going to live together?"

Lauren eyes her for a second, like she's trying to figure out if Bo is serious or not, then, "No,Bo. Of course we won't live together, it's not like we're married or anything." Her voice drips of sarcasm.

Bo narrows her eyes, "you're not serious, are you?"

"Of course I'm not, clown that I am." she says with a fake smile.

Bo sighs, "can you not have a conversation without being sarcastic in every statement?"

Lauren thinks about it for a second, then shakes her head, "no, not really."

Bo wonders if it's okay to divorce someone less than an hour after marrying them.

...

The ride home is silent.

Lauren is tapping away on her phone, Bo is trying not to blow fumes out of her ears and nose.

At no point, during this whole arrangement, did she think she was going to have to share her space with someone else.

It was supposed to be something simple, help a girl out and have a girl to introduce to Trick so he can be happy.

But here she is, with a wife and a roommate.

It's all just a little too much.

"I'm clean," Lauren's voice, sounding oddly hurt, pulls her to the present.

"What?" She asks keeping her eyes on the road.

"I'm clean, I usually pick after myself and I'm not afraid to work. Plus I really don't take much space and I'm majorly organized. I'll also contribute to everything, I have a job." She looks out the window when she's done and for a minute Bo finds her rant cute as hell and she almost smiles.

Until she realizes why the blonde told her all that and she bites her lip feeling a tad guilty.

"You don't have to clean, Gloria does that." She wants to tell her she doesn't have to contribute a thing either, Trick puts enough money in Bo's account to last the brunette a lifetime even if she wasn't working.

But Lauren looks like a proud person, and proud people hate feeling like a burden, so Bo keeps her mouth shut.

She's already messed up enough today as it is.

"Okay." the blond says quietly.

Bo wishes she'd just go back to being sarcastic already.

...

"So," she opens the door to the house that she is honestly rather proud of, "this is my home."

Lauren comes behind her, placing the bags that she refused to let Bo help her carry down, she looks around and nods, "it's a nice place. Really nice."

"Thanks. Um," Bo fumbles a little with the keys, "the first door is the bathroom, then your bedroom, then my bedroom," she points to another door, "kitchen's that way and uh," she looks around a bit, "there's the bar." she points excitedly.

Lauren smiles a bit, "I couldn't tell with all those drinks on the shelves."

Bo smiles, genuinely smiles, "right. I guess you'll learn the rest as time goes by."

"I guess I will." Lauren says looking around, her brown eyes seemingly appreciating every tiny detail.

Maybe it won't be so bad, this living with another person thing.

...

It's really, really, really bad, this living with another person thing.

Especially if that person is Lauren Lewis.

It all starts the very next morning when Bo gets out of bed and heads to her bathroom to freshen up.

She had a good night's sleep, mostly because she was so exhausted and overwhelmed at the days events and she the minute she lay her head on her pillow, she was asleep.

Her mind is well rested and in all honesty, she has completely forgotten the events of yesterday.

Until she walks into her bathroom.

"What the fuck! What the- Gloria!"

Instead of a short brunette woman coming, Bo sees a tall blond and that's when she recalls that she is married.

She is bloody married.

"The fuck happened to my bathroom?"

"What do you mean?" her wife, who is cradling a mug of coffee, asks innocently.

"It's green!" Bo shrieks.

Lauren nods once, takes a sip of her coffee, then nods again, for added effect, "that's because I put plants in it."

"You turned it into a hideous garden, that's what you did." Bo looks into the bathroom that looks like some sort of greenhouse and she actually, honestly, almost cries.

She paid hundreds of dollars to get the bathroom decorated.

Hundreds!

"What the fuck kind of ridiculous looking plants are these anyway?" She asks after a second.

"Ferns." Lauren says proudly, smiling, like she's saying something really good.

Bo almost slaps her, but then she remembers spousal abuse is a crime so she sighs, "will you remove them, please?" she asks in her politest voice. It's their first day as a married couple and they shouldn't be fighting.

Lauren narrows her eyes, "in door plants are good for absorbing toxins. Plus I spent hours strategically arranging them so they can have maximum effect."

Bo blinks, then blinks again, "maximum effect?"

Lauren nods, "maximum effect."

"Maximum effect in what? Pissing me the hell off?"

"You have to stop with the cursing," Lauren chastises softly.

"And you have to get those awful looking things out of my bathroom!"

"They're beautiful."

"You're insane!"

"You know what, if you can't have a reasonable conversation without insulting me, I think I'll just leave."

"You do that."

The blond looks like she wants to say something, but then she shakes her head, turns around and leaves.

...

She decides to just let it go, it's their first day being married and it wouldn't pay to kill her wife on the very first day of their life together.

So after taking a shower and scowling at the ferns to her satisfaction, she dresses up comfortably and goes to get to know the woman she is going to spend the next god know how many months with.

Speaking of, they have to talk about this whole arrangement thing and come up with that plan.

Lauren pretends she doesn't see Bo as the brunette busies herself with making breakfast.

Bo honestly doesn't know what she's doing but she cannot see Gloria anywhere and she will be damned if she asks Lauren anything right now.

So she does her work silently and Lauren reads her paper silently,until she sees Bo putting her egg on a plate.

"What's that?"

She asks with a scowl.

"It's the fried fruit of chicken sex," Bo says dryly reaching for the coffee.

"It's raw," Lauren says making a face that if Bo wasn't totally upset at her, would find cute. But she is mad at her so she doesn't find it even vaguely cute.

Not at all.

"It's none of your business, that's what it is." She says settling herself comfortably on her stool and picking the paper that Lauren isn't reading and digs into her breakfast.

Shit.

It is raw. And absolutely disgusting.

If Lauren weren't here she would probably pour it in the sink, but she can feel the blond's smug smile boring into her so she shoves more raw egg into her mouth.

Lauren snorts behind her paper.

Bo hates being married.