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Hope you all continue to enjoy, and we're moving back into Lauren's POV, just wanted to show you a bit of Bo's mindset.

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Chapter Ten: Should Be-Day 20 Part. 3

(Bo's POV)

Taking a sip of my coffee I lean back in my seat which despite how comfortable is was, after two hours of sitting here has lost it's appeal. Taking another sip trying to keep myself from going stir crazy and then I see the front door finally pull open, bout damn time.

But it's not her, no it's the vapid bitch who is living my life.

She just looks so perfect, everything so perky and her couple hundred dollar sunglasses to go with her perfect hair, you're a freaking cop not a Victoria Secret model-I bet her boobs aren't even real, she looks the type. Guess that is what Lauren likes now, fake woman to go with her fake little life. I mean look at her just standing there looking fake perfect, ha she doesn't even notice me sitting here. What kind of detective doesn't notice a stranger sitting almost right in front of your house watching you-wow I really gotta get this jealousy under control.

Laughing at myself I put my coffee in the holder, glancing at the clock 7:42 a.m. Shouldn't Lauren be getting the kids to school or-or little Miss. Perfect is doing that. I watch as they walk out of the house, backpacks over their shoulders, school uniforms on. Black dress pants and skirt, matching baby blue shirts, the typical privet school attire, the kind I would have made fun when I was younger but now all I can think is how adorable they look. Ethan looks so handsome just like a little man, the smart broody kind the girls love. And Isa manages to pull of the sexy smart look just like her mother only she carries herself a little more sensual, it seems effortless—like she doesn't even know she does it—guess she gets that from me. I can't help but smile seeing them, but it's short lived once I realize the looks on their faces. The look that says they have no idea what is going on, the look that says we're hurting but we aren't going to show it.

They walk down the few steps to that woman and I can't hear what's being said but it's something that makes them all smile a sad smile, her hand resting on Isa's back as they walk the few steps to their SUV, perfect family car for the perfect family. Wonderful. It only takes a few seconds for them to pile in and pull off, almost like this is normal for them—like this is just what is supposed to happen, a daily routine.

It should be me.

I pull out of my parking spot and drive the four cars up to take the newly vacated spot directly in front of the house making damn sure I wouldn't miss Lauren when she came out, making sure she wouldn't miss me—or rather try and run from me.

I stare at the house waiting for her to come out, the house or flat or whatever the hell they call it here is nice. Expensive, you can tell she had to pay a pretty penny for it. Everything inside was so nice—that I saw I mean sure after the other night when I was trying to escape and found the kids I didn't really ask for the tour. But the living room was nice, full of crisp, clean, expensive things that suited Lauren so well. The kitchen was huge all on it's own, could probably fit four of the kitchens from the old club house in there but again everything was so crisp and clean, black marbles and silver appliances. It was nice but it looked like a picture from a magazine. Everyone says they want that but no one really does, it's too hard to keep it so perfect. It's an idea that takes work to keep. I know the kids have their own bedrooms I just didn't see them, I didn't pay much attention to Lauren's-their bedroom, I was a bit busy but seemed nice. I assume there is another room or two—it really was an amazing little home.

Should be mine.

It was all just perfect for her, she worked hard to get the dream life. Perfect house with perfect kids and the perfect job everything she ever wanted.

It should be my life—I should be the one living this life with her not that—wolf thing.

Shaking off the thoughts I notice she is walking down the stairs not noticing I am sitting here waiting for her. Does she really think this is something I would forget? It takes her a minute but she sees me and she just stands there staring at me like an angry deer in headlights. I don't move, don't get out or wave to her I just wait for her to stop being a coward and come have this talk—when did she become the type to run from everything?

It takes a minute and I watch as she looks at this silver BMW several times, I guess it's hers as well. Guess she is debating trying to ignore me. But she doesn't try it surprisingly, instead she walks up to the car and gets in making sure to slam the door as if I couldn't tell she was already pissed off about me being here.

"Didn't trust I would uphold my word?" she asks staring forward never once looking at me.

"Honestly no."

"Did they see you?"

"No, your bitch remains clueless yet again."

"You know in the past twenty-four hours you've used that word more times than in our entire relationship."

"It's it what she is, a female dog?"

"Right, because that is how you mean it."

"No," I snort. "Just happens to work out that way for me."

"Well aren't you lucky."

"I don't really know what I am at this moment," I say honestly.

"I could come up with a few words for you." she smirks as she finally turns her head to look at me.

"I'm waiting for some answers," I say and I know it sounds stupid but I didn't know what else to say. What was I supposed to do? What does anyone say in this situation? I mean I had so many questions I couldn't even think of one to ask.

"I'm waiting for some questions," her left eyebrow raises and her smirk widens and had I not been so angry I would have smiled. That was the Lauren I remembered, the one that could put you in your place so effortlessly you wouldn't even realize it.

"Well there is a lot to cover-"

"Sixteen years," she says turning back away from me.

"Why don't you just start talking,"

"About what Bo? You already know, it isn't rocket science—or at least it shouldn't be. Ethan and Isa are your children—biologically."

"What does that mean?" her comment quickly washing away what little patience I had managed to keep from the past twenty-four hours.

"What does it sound like? It means that genetically, biologically you are their other parent. Their other mother, their father depending on how you look at it, a non-sperm having sperm donor," she pauses to look back at me. "Need me to draw you a picture or do you think you got it now?"

"I'm not stupid," I say through a clenched jaw, she had the horrible tendency of talking to me like I was, like I am a child when she got angry. What did she have to be angry about, no one kept her—our children from her for fourteen and a half years—well fifteen and a half if you count the pregnancy.

"I'm not sure what else there is to say Bo, you know that biologically they are yours. Good job, you figured it out. Do you want a cookie?"

"I want an explanation."

"About what? You're a succubus, you can get a woman pregnant—it's rare but you can. Want more details go to the library and look it up,"

"I want an explanation why you kept this from me. I want an explanation why you weren't even going to tell me now that I am here."

"I kept it from you because-" she trails off looking away from me. "Because I didn't want you to know,"

"I read your letter," I say softly, a stab of pain cutting into my heart remembering every word. "Kenzi gave it to me last night. Said she kept it expecting to give it to me one day, guess when she saw everything was going to hell it was the time. I also know you kept in contact with Trick, apparently he had photos of them, videos too." I try to rush my words, my voice threatening to break.

"Kenzi and Trick huh?" she snorts shaking her head but still I can't see her face.

"How about you stop talking in riddles,"

"You've had sixteen years Bo to—"

"Jesus Christ Lauren it's been fifteen years and six months, not sixteen years. I realize rounding up by a half of a year makes it easier to stand on a soapbox playing your pity song on repeat to anyone who will listen but I know how long it's been."

"Yes Trick knew, I stayed in contact with him up until his death. We weren't best friends or anything but he checked on me and the kids. I'd send him pictures, a video of their first steps, first words. Did Kenzi give it too you?"

"She did, I think. She gave me a box full of things—I haven't had the—I haven't looked inside yet," I admit through a trembling whisper, my eyes focusing on the little Lexius logo on the steering wheel.

"If you don't want them then I would appreciate them back,"

"Excuse me?" my attention snaps back up to her with a fresh wave of anger coming over me, but she still refuses to face me. "You've had fourteen and a half years to come to terms with being a mother. With working through the fears and the nervousness and the self-doubt. I've had twenty-four hours,"

"Whose fault is that."

"Yours,"

"Mine?" she almost yells turning around to face me so fast it almost scared me.

"Yeah Lauren, yours."

"Right. Not your precious Kenzi who didn't give you the letter or Trick who didn't tell you, but me? I tried, I sent you a letter."

"Bullshit. You didn't try nothing. You lied to me, you left me and ran without looking back. You think some bullshit letter clears you? What about a fucking phone call or two? What about another letter? Or hey how about a visit?"

"I made a judgment call."

"Right. What was best for you, what you wanted. They are my children Lauren!" my voice raises on it's own, fists clenching in my lap but she doesn't so much as flinch.

"Are they? What's their blood type? What's their favorite sport? What do they do for fun? How many awards have earned? What's their sexual preference? When did they lose their first tooth? When did Isa start her menstruation?" she pauses looking at me with this anger, one that doesn't even come close to the rage in mine. "What about me Bo? What's my birthday? Am I an only child? Where did I grow up? How did I get the scar on my ankle?" she pauses just long enough to allow me to open my mouth. "You don't know these things because you don't care about anyone other than yourself. You can't answer questions about me and we dated, you were in my life for three years."

"You didn't give me the chance to learn them! You took the choice away from me!'

"I made a judgment call. I sent you a letter, I told you—your entire family knew! You couldn't handle a monogamous relationship how was I supposed to expect you to raise two kids? How was I supposed to trust you would be there?!"

"They are MY children!"

I turn to the loud banging on my car window, taking a deep breath I press the little button and watch the window roll down.

"What's going on?" a deep, raspy voice thick with accent asks and I have to remind myself not to smart mouth him.

"Having a discussion, officer."

"That so? Must be one hell of a discussion people can hear you outside of the car," his hands rest on the top of my car as he leans down so I can get a better look at him. "Lauren?"

"Hey Billy," she says softly through a tiny sniffle.

"How the hell are you Doc? I ain't seen you around the station in a minute. Kate around?"

"No, no." Lauren shakes her head, forcing this smile on her lips and I just continue to look between the two impatiently. "She took the kids to school, then the gym before her shift."

"She making any progress on that Ripper case?"

"We haven't talked much about it,"

"Yeah I don't blame her, that's some horrible shit. I wouldn't want to bring that back to my family either."

"Excuse me am I getting a ticket or?" I interrupt, a disgusting taste in my mouth when I hear him call my children her family.

"Everything alright here, future Mrs. Detective?" he chuckles at his own joke and she continues to smile politely only adding to the disgust.

"We aren't there yet but yes it's fine. This is an old friend, just catching up."

"Alright then." he looks from her with this goofy, small town cop smile before turning to me and giving me the 'keep it the fuck down' look which just makes me chuckle, but he walks away rather than pushing it.

"Future Mrs. Detective? How fucking sweet,"

"You're one to talk Mrs. Thornwood—which by the way, what the hell kind of name is that? Honestly, you're going to take that as your own? Bo Thornwood? "

"This isn't about me and him,"

"Who are you kidding Bo, everything is about you and him. Our entire relationship was about him,"

"Oh fuck you," I snort out watching my window roll back up. I didn't normally swear past shit unless it was in the bedroom but I was just so angry. I didn't have the patients or the state of mind to come up with words to convey my anger adequately so I swore—it helped a bit.

"I'm good thanks."

"Wasn't an invite."

"Look I am going to go to work, you have your answers. Now do me a favor, stay away from my family. Go back to yours, since you love them so damn much." she barks at me as she starts to get out of the car and I reach out grabbing her wrist pulling her back in. I see she hits her head but for some reason it just doesn't register the way it should. "Let go of me."

"You aren't going to run away from me again. I deserve an explanation. A real one!"

"Ask your husband for one! He knows more about it than anyone!" she says jerking her hand away from mine and pushing herself back out of the car. Reacting on instinct rather than anything else I jump out of the car myself.

"What does that mean?! Lauren dammit!" I think I am yelling, I'm not sure, all I know is that I have to stop her from walking away.

"What is wrong with you? Get a hold of yourself," she says pushing past me to reach for the car but I manage to get there first leaning against the car door preventing her from opening it. "Bo we are in public, this isn't back home. There are rules here, real rules, human ones." she says looking around us and I am sure someone is watching that has her concerned but I don't care.

I gave her space fifteen years ago and look how that turned out. Space turned into a goodbye, a goodbye that took my children. I needed answers. I need to know about my children. I needed to know why she left. Why Kenzi and Trick kept this from me. Why she said Dyson knew? Why—I needed answers and she was going to be the one to give them to me.

"What do you mean he knew?"

"Always back to Dyson. I swear to God, he must be an amazing fuck because how you keep your world focused around him." she trails off as she tries to reach around me as if I would move away letting her escape again but I don't, instead I lightly push her back by her shoulders.

"Answer me! Stop being a coward and answer me!"

"Calm down," she says almost growling the words, her expression full of anger and a building worry. Her eyes continuing to shift from me toward something. Just like last night, I am not important enough.

'Don't tell me to calm down Lauren! Get back in the car so we can talk! You owe me."

"Fine. Lower your voice," she says but doesn't budge and for some reason I can't calm down, every word she says just adds fuel to the fire.

"What's going on here?" I turn back to the enormous cop walking toward me.

"Mind your business,"

"Bo." she lets out before turning to him. "Billy it's okay I promise just let this go. I've got it under control."

"Yeah Billy she's got this. Apparently she has EVERYTHING under control."

"One more comment and I am taking you in for disturbing the peace,"

"Isn't there some serial killer running around? Why don't you go take care of that or something."

"That's it." he says grabbing me by the arm and jerking me away from the car only to push me back against it with my back to him.

"You're serious?" I ask suddenly all too aware of what was happening.

"Billy please, she is sorry. Write her ticket or something—I'll make sure she keeps it down."

"I don't know what you have going on here Lauren but I am not letting this go any further," I hear him tell her as he snaps the cuffs on me. Taking the opportunity I use my immensely beneficial calming ability, letting my energy flow through me and too him at first just a little and then a little more but he isn't un-cuffing me. He isn't drooling over me, instead he lets out a laugh and tightens the cuffs. He's human why isn't this working? "I'll make sure to add resisting arrest to the report,"

"I told you things were different here Bo," I hear her say, and see the worry washing over her features as he pulls me to a standing position.

"Look I lost my temper okay, but I wasn't going to do anything."

"Save it,"

"Lauren I wasn't going to hurt you." I say, my words breaking and I can feel the tears forming in my eyes realizing how loud I must have gotten, how aggressive and the image of Isa's face last night flashes through my mind once more. "I wasn't going to hurt you," my voice near a whisper now.

"I know," she says softly running her hand through her hair as she watches him guide me back to his car. Pushing me against the car as he pulls the door open he turns his back just enough so Lauren can't see his face nor mine.

"Detective Vergara sends her regards," he says softly careful for Lauren not to hear him before pushing me into the backseat.

I stare out the window watching him walking back over to talk to Lauren and I can't help but feel ashamed. I look around and see there is at least six or seven different people just standing around watching this unfold like some soap-opera.

What was wrong with me? First last night and now this? I wasn't this person—not anymore and I would have never did this before. Was I that loud? Did anyone really think I would hurt her? I'm angry but I love her and not in the crazy 'I love you but I wanna beat you everyday' way. I would have never touched her like that, I just pushed her back a bit—but she is part Fae. She isn't that weak anymore, I know because I felt it the other night, I feel it when I am around her. I mean she isn't the Hulk or even Mighty Mouse but she isn't made of glass.

I would never have hurt her.

I spent the past sixteen years-dammit Lauren with that, now she has me doing it. The past fifteen some odd years maturing. Working on my issues, this hotheaded, jealous, immature wreck now handcuffed in the back of a tiny cop car was not me.

Maybe it was last night. Maybe it is the panic I've had about Dyson and this wedding. Maybe it was the stress of seeing her. Maybe it was the pain of my family's betrayal. Maybe it's a biological reaction to Kate moving in on MY family. Maybe it was Kenzi, my Kenzi betraying me in a way I would have never imagined. Maybe it was the fact I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours.

Maybe it was everything all at once.

I just wanted to talk to Lauren. I wanted to hear why she left and never looked back except in a some half-assed letter. I wanted to hear about her life and how she was. Most of all I wanted to know about the kids. I wanted to know the questions she asked me. I wanted to know them and so much more. I wanted to set up that study date between them and Gabby, I mean if I get along with her then I can get along with them. Gabby loves me and she is almost a clone of them minus the overt sexual-ness going on but—she loves me so they would too and having her there would help. I wanted to set up going to dinner with the four of us so I could see them together. I wanted to set up taking them somewhere. I wanted to figure out how we'd tell them. I wanted to talk about how and when we would be breaking up with our respective wolfs.

Sure I wasn't in any rush to jump back into a relationship with Lauren especially now but it's what was right. Those are my kids, mine and hers and I can't allow Kate to be prancing around with them.

What did she mean Dyson knew?

I look up as Billy-boy slides into his seat and looks up into the rear-view mirror scowling at me.

"Dyson is your boss—her boss too, I'll be out before you're done writing the paper work."

"Maybe so but she has a lot of friends, they may not be as high as your boyfriend's but they are plenty."

They are plenty? Why didn't he just say we are legion? Jackass, this is the kind of people Lauren hangs with now? She gave up me and the Dal and Kenzi and Trick and Hale for this? A bunch of dick swinging cops? Wonderful. Leaning back into my seat I look back over at Lauren who is now on the phone but still staring at me.

Well strike two dumbass.

Shaking my head at myself unable to believe my own stupidity. It was okay, it was fine. The kids weren't here and as soon as I stepped foot in the station Dyson would have me out. I would just calm down and reeducate myself in what self control was. Then I would try again and have a mature conversation with Lauren about this.

I could do this, I could take my life back.

Couldn't I?