"What do you think they will do to Boomer?" Allie asked Bea as she was drawling circles on her stomach under her shirt. "I don't know. Ferguson wasn't happy when Doreen got pregnant, so I can't imagine Vera will be thrilled about Boomer's." Bea said distractedly. She had thought about it a lot, and she couldn't work how Vera would handle it. She would be angry of course but Vera wasn't as vindictive and cruel as Ferguson.

"They'll have to do something won't they?" Allie said. She had been around long enough to know there would be consequencs. "Yeah, they have to." Bea said diplomatically. "Boomer will still get all the medical care she needs, and that is the main thing." Bea replied deep in thought. "Not for me." Allie answered, and she knew she was being selfish.

Bea looked at her shocked. Allie was close to Boomer. "What? Boomer is family Allie." Bea's eyes focused on Allie, and immediately saw the guilt. "No, I know…And I want both her and the baby to be healthy. I do. I really do." Allie said, almost desperately. Bea was looking at her, trying to read her face. "I just don't want to be separated from you." Allie replied almost sheepishly.

Bea's heart swelled. "Neither do I. But Boomer and the baby need to be safe." Bea said seriously. "I know, and I want that to, I promise." Allie replied. "I just want to wake up every morning like this." Allie finished. "Me too, Alliecat." Bea replied, kissing Allie, before pulling her red blanket over them and snuggling in. Both women resting comfortably, before being called for the count.

It was confession day for Boomer. Bea was going with her and they had requested that Bridget be present when they face the Governor. Bea had to fight to go with Boomer, because normally the peer worker would go, but luckily for Boomer, Bea still had some favour with the Governor.

Bea and Boomer where lead by Mr. Jackson into the Governor's office, and they were greeted with a polite nod and small smile from Bridget, who was already there waiting for them. The Governor stood and looked puzzled by their presence. "What do I owe for this meeting, Smith?" Vera said firmly. She had barely registered Boomer's presence until she flopped loudly into the chair next to Bea.

"Morning Governor and morning Bridget." Bea started, and was immediately answered by Bridget. "Yes well, now that's done, what do you want Smith?" Vera pressed on. "Boomer wants to tell you something Governor and she wanted mine and Bridget's support." Bea said, looking at Boomer, who looked like she was going to vomit at any second. Bridget looked on in pleasant amusement.

"Yeah, well, umm, you see…" Boomer began nervously, much to the frustration of Vera. "Come on out with it Jenkins." Vera snarled. Boomer shifted in her seat and looked at Bea for help; Bea nodded and waited for Boomer to continue. "Well, I'm up the duff." Boomer said hastily, and sat back in her chair. Vera looked at her, in disbelief, not reacting at all. All four women sat in silence, in what felt like an eternity for Boomer. "I don't think I heard you properly, what did you say?" Vera asked Boomer. Bea and Bridget exchanged knowing glances. Vera was rattled. "I'm up the duff" Boomer repeated, like it was the most obvious thing.

"That's impossible. This is a women's only prison and there have been no male's here, except for the guards for months." Vera exclaimed. She looked at between Bea and Bridget, both women just sitting there, offering Vera nothing. Bea had known for months, and Bridget had suspected something, but not this. "Well, I am!" Boomer answered, getting frustrated, because she felt like Vera didn't believe her.

"Well, you are mistaken." Vera answered immediately. "There is no way". "Nah I am. I defs am. You see, my tits are huge, yeah? And they are as sore as fuck, yeah? Plus, my bellies getting bigger, and I have all these weird arse cravings for shit yeah?" Boomer tried to explain how she was feeling. Bea smirked and Bridget stifled a laugh. Boomer was being genuine, but maybe she took it a little too far by rubbing her boobs and showing Vera her swelling stomach. The colour was draining from Vera's face by the second. Boomer continued, oblivious to Vera's reaction. "I mean who puts salt on their Monte Carlos. Yeah that's just weird yeah? Plus, I haven't had my period for months, yeah. So I must be pregnant." Boomer finished, sitting back in her chair. Vera still hadn't said a word, like she was frozen on the spot.

"But you can't be pregnant. You just can't be." Vera said, trying desperately to find an explanation. "Well, I fucking I am, alright. My tits are as sore as fuck, and I'm puking my guts up ALL day." Boomer answered, raising her voice and rubbing her stomach to emphasize her point. "But there have been no new males here." Vera said more to herself than anyone else. "Did you have sex with one of the guards Jenkins?" Vera then asked. 'If this was true, Boomer needed medical assessment' Vera thought. "No fucking way, there dogs yeah?" Boomer yelled immediately. Bridget giggled.

Vera countered immediately. "I would appreciate it, if you lowered your voice and remembered who you are talking to Jenkins!" Vera yelled. Boomer apologised under her breathe. "You will not refer to the guards in that manner in my presence is that understood?" Vera continued with venom. "Yes, Governor." Boomer answered, again shifting in her seat.

"Well, that is settled. If you did not sleep with one the guards, then you cannot be pregnant, Jenkins." Vera started, looking very relieved. "Well, I fucking am! Alright." Boomer yelled. "Boomer." Bea said, warningly. "But Vinegar Tits doesn't believe me!" Boomer replied. "Well, Jenkins, if you didn't have sex then you can't be pregnant." Vera said, looking very pleased with herself.

"You are wrong Governor." Boomer said trying her best to stay calm. "Jenkins, I am well aware of how people get pregnant. Do you need sex education from the nurse?" Vera asked sarcastically. Both Bea and Bridget smirked. "No fucking way; am I listening to that Blonde tart give me advice on anything. I fucking know, how people get pregnant alright? He puts his dick in ya, and fucks ya hard and then you get preggers yeah?" Boomer said, standing and giving a demonstration that nearly had Bea and Bridget rolling out of their chairs laughing.

Vera was trying desperately to hold onto her professionalism, but was failing to her keep her anger under control. "Well, as you put it, if you haven't been "fucked" you are not pregnant." Vera answered. Bea said, "ok, let's just say that Boomer is telling the truth. That she is pregnant and she hasn't had sex with anyone. We, Boomer and I, would like for her to be assessed by a doctor." Bea said evenly.

Vera just looked at Bea, in disbelief. "You believe her?" Vera asked, trying to get a read on Bea. "Yes, I believe Boomer, are you going to allow her to be examined by a doctor?" Bea answered firmly. Vera looked back to Boomer, "how exactly did you get pregnant?" she asked. Boomer looked at Bea for a response. They had discussed this. "I did it myself." Boomer said confidently. "Yourself?" Vera asked. "Yes." Boomer answered.

"But you need sperm." Vera countered immediately. "I had some." Boomer answered. "You what!" Vera yelled. "I had some." Boomer snarled. Vera laughed, "You just found some lying around a women's prison did you?" Vera asked sarcastically. "No." Boomer answered. Bea nodded her approval. "Governor, about the Doctor…" Bea began, "not until Jenkins can explain how she got herself pregnant." Vera snarled at Bea. Had Bea not been enjoying the exchange between Boomer and the Governor, she would not have put up with the Vera's tone.

Bea looked at Boomer and nodded. "Oh, right. Well Governor, I just got the spoof and shoved it up there, and now I'm up the duff." Boomer finished. Bridget laughed out loud, Bea joined shortly after. And what colour was left in Vera's faced drained immediately. Vera stared at Boomer blankly. "If I may, Governor. Given that Boomer is so confident that she is pregnant, why not get her assessed by a doctor and remove all doubt." Bridget offered. 'This has got to be the best meeting I have had at Wentworth' she thought.

"Ummm, well, I can't deny a woman the right to be examined by a doctor." Vera said distractedly. "And when they have finished she can see you, and maybe you can find an explanation for this." Vera finished looking at Bridget. "I don't need to see a fucking psych! I shoved it up myself. Here, do you want me to show you?" Boomer said standing and began to demonstrate. "Boomer!" Both Bea and Bridget yelled in unison. Vera fainted into her chair.