Bo was in her ensuite bathroom putting the final touches to her makeup when Dyson rushed into the bedroom.
"Sorry I'm late, babe," he pecked her on the cheek.
He walked over to the toilet and lifted the toilet seat cover, "You look beautiful by the way."
"How was work?" the brunette asked as she applied her lipstick.
"Ugh, you know. The usual. Bunch of lying bastards in suits trying to get more money out of gullible old rich farts and the lot," he unzipped his trousers and started to take a piss.
"I'm going to quit. You see."
Bo laughed as she checked herself once more in the vanity mirror, "You always say that, Dy."
He finished his business and zipped his trousers back up before he flushed the toilet, "What? You'll see, Bo. I'll walk straight up to Tim and tell him I quit. Tell him that he can keep all that money and find someone else."
He then pauses as he added after a thought, "Though I really do like their money."
He huffs, "Whatever. I'll think of something smart and cunning." He smiles mischievously at Bo as he waggles his eyebrows which make the brunette laugh.
"Well, tell me before you do it so I can go and get us a bottle of champagne to celebrate afterwards," Bo jokes.
Dyson smiled at his wife before he turned to exit the bathroom. He took off his coat and threw it across the bed.
He sighed, "I wish it was just us tonight."
Bo didn't hear that part as her brain was currently filled with a certain blonde and a chocolate man as she asked him, "He'll be into her, right? Lauren? He'll be into Lauren?"
Dyson was untying his necktie as he replied confidently, "That man will be into anything with a pulse, babe."
"You know how he's always going on about him being a magical panty remover?" he laughed as he said that last part in a Jamaican accent the best he could.
Bo wasn't laughing as she replied, "No, I meant not just into shagging her." She rolled her eyes, "I meant like really into her, perhaps even into dating her for a bit. She's nice, don't you think?"
The blonde was currently removing his work shirt and looking for a clean shirt in the closet when he called out, "Um.. well she's not really my type. But, yes, I suppose she's nice."
He was fastening the buttons on a dark red shirt as he stood by the open door of the bathroom, "What do you think?"
Bo wasn't looking at him as she replied nervously; a light tint of pink hitting her cheeks, "Me? What do I think? I think she's very nice-"
Dyson cut in as he said, "No. no. What do you think of my shirt, Bo?"
Bo's cheeks flushed a deeper red as she quickly turned to look at her husband, "Oh. Yeah. It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous, babe."
Dyson raised his eyebrow to that as he asked Bo, "Yeah? Wanna fool around?"
Bo was slipping into her boots as she heard the offer. She paused her actions to reply but just as she was about to speak, the doorbell to their flat rang.
"Saved by the bell. But you're in need of a spanking later. Or perhaps I am?" he suggested seductively at his wife.
He quickly resumed buttoning up his shirt and made his way to the front door before Bo could say anything in return.
It was Lauren at the door. They exchanged greetings and he invited her in. She was holding a huge bouquet of lilies behind her back and as she entered the cosy little apartment she revealed the gift.
Dyson exclaimed as he took the flowers into possession, "Bo will love this!"
"Darling!" he called out to his wife.
"Coming!" Bo answered as she walked into the living room, a huge smile on her face at seeing Lauren in her apartment.
Lauren greeted her with an even bigger smile of her own, "Hey!"
"Hi," the two women hugged almost awkwardly.
"Oh wow! These are beautiful! Thanks, Lauren," Bo commented as she took the bouquet of flowers from Dyson.
"Come. Sit on our very expensive new sofa," Dyson gestured for Lauren to follow.
"Well, you can't put a price on comfort," the blonde florist remarks as she gets comfortable on the couch.
"And this is actually quite comfortable."
"See? Great minds think alike," Bo responded with a slight squeal of delight at having Lauren agree with her on something. The florist smiled at the brunette and Dyson just shrugged in defeat as he took a seat across from the blonde florist on the other piece of furniture in the living room, an antique armchair.
"Laur, do you believe in reincarnation?" Dyson asked the other blonde as he adjusted himself comfortably on the armchair.
Lauren turned to look at Dyson with a puzzled look on her face, "I'm sorry, what?"
"It's just that Bo thought that you and she have met before," he explained with a chuckle.
"That's not really what I -" Bo began, her cheeks a slight tint of pink, only to have Lauren cut her off mid-sentence.
"I'm quite certain I'd have remembered," the blonde florist smiled honestly at the brunette.
The women shared a quiet look with each other as Dyson looked on at the both of them; Bo still with the blonde's flowers in her hands and Lauren with an adorably bashful look mixed with joy as though as Bo had just paid her the biggest compliment of her life with that reincarnation comment.
"Well, I'll just.." Bo said after a few moments of silence and gestured for the blonde's coat. Lauren handed it to her while nodding her thanks.
"Oh, oh yes. Thanks, Bo," Lauren told Bo, forgetting that she was still carrying her coat in her hands.
"Thanks, darling," Dyson told his wife.
The brunette then made her way towards the coat hanger and after hanging the piece of clothing continued to the kitchen to put the flowers into some water.
Bo took some time to smell her favourite flowers that Lauren had brought her as she thought to herself happily, She was listening. She didn't know why it mattered or not whether the blonde florist had heard her the other day at her shop, but she was happy that she had. For some reason, she was just happy. She couldn't quite put her finger to it. Such a little thing and I'm overly excited about it, the brunette shook her head.
"Right. So, we just need to wait for Hale to arrive to get this party started," Dyson began.
"Hale? As in, the one who was hitting on me mercilessly at your wedding, Hale?" Lauren questioned with curiosity.
Dyson laughed. "Yeah. Didn't Bo tell you? She asked me to invite him over. She wants to play matchmaker," he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well, this should be interesting."
"Oh? How so?"
The blonde gave Dyson a grin before she smirked, "Let's just say he's not really my type."
"Oh? What is your type then if I may ask? Any other hot blooded male except Hale?" The curly blonde joked knowing that Hale had come on strong to her at their wedding.
"Um.. No blokes for that matter. I'm not into men."
"Oh. OH!" Dyson had a wide eyed look on his face as he realised what Lauren had just told him. He chuckled awkwardly.
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Dinner went smoothly except for a small part where the women disagreed on the possibility of true love. Bo said that love takes time; that it's warm and comfortable. That when you hang in there and give it a chance, you'll find it. Dyson agreed with her and Hale followed suit. Lauren however, disagreed. She said that you would know if that person is your forever the moment you look them in the eyes and feel that indescribable feeling. That zing that happens when two lost souls find each other, find their better half. A feeling that makes you realize that before that special someone came into your life, you were incomplete and that since meeting them you feel whole. Hale quickly changed sides and agreed with Lauren instead after her little speech of true love. He thought she was talking about him and her. Dyson followed suit this time. The air was thick for a few moments. Bo furrowed her brow as Dyson then tried to ease the tension in the room by offering up some pudding, "Anyone wants some delicious homemade pudding? I made it myself."
"Yes?" he tried again.
"No," Bo said, not quite answering her husband's question but rather as refute to Lauren's statement.
"No?" Hale asked confused.
"No," Bo looked at Lauren as she rebutted, not caring that the two men in the room were getting more uncomfortable by the minute. "If you say that, then by definition, everyone who has never experienced that zing is settling for less."
Lauren shook her head mildly, "That's not what I'm saying."
Bo disagreed again, "That kind of is what you're saying."
Hale and Dyson looked at each other silently and swallowed thickly. This was going to be a long dinner by the looks of it.
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Later that night while the men were downstairs drinking their beers and talking, Bo went up to the roof looking for Lauren. She found her sitting on the ledge with an umbrella in her hand. It was starting to rain.
She stared at the blonde beauty for a minute or two, quietly taking in her features and how happy and carefree she seemed to be under the rain before she called out, "What are you doing?"
The blonde smiled at the brunette before she shouted back, "It's beautiful up here!"
Bo chuckled, "It's raining! Come on inside before you catch a cold!"
Lauren got off the ledge and made her way inside, rubbing her arms to keep warm.
"Sorry bout dinner."
"I've eaten worse," Lauren shrugged.
"What? No. No. I mean, about me going off on you," Bo laughed.
"Wait, what? Was my cooking that bad?" Bo feigned hurt after she finally realised what the blonde had said.
Lauren chuckled, "I thought Dyson cooked dinner."
Bo playfully scowled before she said, "I cooked dinner. He just made the pudding. I followed the recipe in the book to a tee."
"Oh? Well, perhaps you should get a refund?" the blonde teased further.
Bo's mouth hung open at the blonde's remark as she playfully hit the blonde's arm, "Meanie! I'm never cooking for you again."
"Ow!" Lauren rubbed on the part of her arm that Bo had just hit and laughed.
"I was kidding. I'd love to taste some more of your chicken masala."
"Hmph. You'd be lucky I don't just order takeout the next time I invite you over for dinner," Bo pouted.
The blonde couldn't help but smile at the brunette. She was so friggin' adorable with that pout.
"Is that an invitation for dinner again sometime in the future?" she arched her brow at Bo, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Bo blushed and just shook her head smiling at the blonde. She couldn't talk. She had just unknowingly implied that they were going to have dinner again sometime in the future.
"For what it's worth, you didn't go off," the blonde said trying to put the blushing brunette at ease.
Then she added, "On second thought, well, perhaps you did go a little off."
Bo chuckled at her remark.
Silence filled the air as they just stood there smiling at each other. It wasn't an awkward silence though. It was a comfortable one. After a few moments, the brunette raised her brow as she took in her companion's appearance, "You're wet."
"I'm fine," Lauren argued.
"No, and you're cold," her hands shot out of their accord and she rubbed the blonde's arm gently as she said those words.
"I'm fine. Really," the blonde tried again but was enjoying the feel of the brunette's hands on her too much that she gave in. Bo took off her cardigan and wrapped it around Lauren as she continued to keep her warm.
"You can have it," Bo said smiling.
"Well, now you're cold," the blonde commented and stood closer to Bo. She was about to rub Bo's shoulders when Dyson interrupted, "Hey, what are you guys doing up there?"
The pair broke apart abruptly like two teenagers that had been caught doing something naughty.
"Nothing!" Bo shouted back at her husband, her eyes leaving the blonde's for a brief moment. They both turned to look downstairs, where Dyson's voice was coming from.
"Hale wants to play strip poker again to no doubt show off his abs and I really want him to go home."
Lauren turned to look at Bo as she understood that it was time for her to leave, "Well, I think it's best for me to go now."
Bo turned at Lauren's remark and grinned nervously, "Um, yeah. I suppose so." She didn't want the blonde to leave just yet. She wanted her to stay for a little while longer but she had to let her go.
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-End of chapter 3-
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A/n: Let me know how I did and thanks again for all the follows, favs and reviews. Happy weekend!
