Wow... I wrote this one real quick. K, I need some readers here...

Anyway, to anyone that's reading... Sorry this chapter is so short, but Lou and Jo have something to say!

Surprise, Boys!

Thus far, the morning for the Duke boys had been uneventful. It was the average Saturday morning, as they worked on cars in Cooter's garage and ate a breakfast of beer and doughnuts. The only constant sound was the radio in the corner, set on a country station that kept playing all of their favorites.

So the three men went on through the day, lazily working on their big toys and talking about what else but girls.

Until two special visitors showed up at noon.

"See the problem's—" Cooter stopped mid-explanation to glance at the car that had just pulled up in front of his garage.

Luke also turned his gaze from the General Lee's engine out to the simple, old car sitting there. Two familiar women with dark, wavy hair were sitting inside, heatedly conversing—if not arguing.

And the sight of those two already brought a smile to Luke's face.

"My, my," Bo voiced Luke's thoughts, coming from behind the General, wiping his hands. "The Johnson twins. It's been a while since I've seen them."

Now Luke smiled not just at the site of the two, but at memories of them—particularly Bobbie Jo. He'd had a few dates with her, preceded by a little flirting and followed by a night of not-too-innocent fun. After that particularly pleasant night, she'd just disappeared, not to be seen in Hazzard again. Along with her sister Betty-Lou, who had been a big fascination of Bo's at the time.

And frankly, Luke hadn't been too worried about their whereabouts.

"An all too long while," Luke added to Bo's comment. "I wonder if they're back to tell us that our relationships were cut short?" He was only half-joking.

Boldly, Betty-Lou—the fiery, outspoken and passionate of the two—stepped out of the car, slamming the door closed behind her.

"Hello there, Betty-Lou!" Bo called. Luke could practically hear the huge grin in his cousin's voice. "It's been too long—Oh, my."

In mid-sentence, Bo stopped.

Betty-Lou was still the same beauty she'd been, but now her belly was huge: swollen with a pregnancy.

Reflexively, Luke let loose a startled whistle.

"Too long," Bo repeated, trying to bring his eyes from Betty-Lou's stomach as she walked towards him.

"It's been eight months to the day," Lou said tightly. "And I should know."

"Been countin' the days?" Bo asked.

To that, Lou made no reply.

Eager to see what had been going on with the twins other than Lou's pregnancy, Luke moved away from the General too. "So, Betty-Lou," he said, "what brings you back to Hazzard?"

Slyly, Lou smirked. "An introduction." She rested her hands on her belly. "Now, Xavier," she said to her own stomach, "meet Bo Duke." She gestured towards him, then moved her hands back to her stomach, running a finger across its monstrous curve. "And Bo, meet your son."

"My what!" cried Bo with wide-eyes.

"Your son," Betty-Lou repeated.

Bo stood gaping, unable to voice words.

"Well, I'll be darned," Cooter said.

"Oh, my…" Luke started.

"Oh, yes," Betty-Lou continued. "It's your baby nestled in my womb causing me all sorts of fantastic discomfort and hurt. Uh-huh. I'm eight months pregnant with the son of Bo Duke. And, see, that's why I'm here. To set things right."

Bo still couldn't put out any words.

"Ooh," Luke started teasing. "Bo, you're going to be in trouble with Uncle Jesse…" And then, unable to stop it, Luke started snickering at his cousin's predicament.

Bo's carelessness had put him in a heap of trouble…

"Uh-uh, don't you dare start laughin', sugar," Betty-Lou instructed Luke. One of her eyebrows was raised questioningly. "You really have no reason to be. None at all."

"But he's gonna have a son real soon," Luke said. He turned a mock-accusing look at his younger cousin. "Naughty, naughty, Bo!"

He still stood silently gaping as his mouth tried to form words.

After exhaling sharply, Betty-Lou gave a deep, maniacal laugh and jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "So?" she asked Luke. "You've got a daughter on the way!"

Luke felt like his eyes were going to explode. "What!"

Still smiling, Betty-Lou answered by stepping aside to show Bobbie-Jo stepping out of the car, almost as big and round as her sister.

Luke felt his jaw drop at the sight…

Jo looked up with a sorrowed look in her eyes and an unspoken apology.

Oh, my—

And that's when Luke realized that the twins really were pregnant enough for him and Bo to really be the fathers. Eight months.

"No," he denied. It just couldn't be…

"Yes," Bobbie-Jo confirmed softly. "This…" Her fingers caressed her swollen stomach oh, so gently… "She's your baby, Luke."

That was the last thing Luke remembered before he was overtaken by a complete blackness.

----

Indifferently, Betty-Lou watched Luke faint and fall to the floor. After the elder Duke collapsed, he was quickly followed by Bo. The double thud seemed to almost echo in her ears… an event that she wasn't expecting, but was guiltily half-enjoying.

"Idiots," she accused their unconscious selves. "Both of 'em."

"I would've fainted too," Cooter spoke up.

"Well, that just makes you an idiot like them, doesn't it?" Lou huffed at him.

"Hey, don't nobody call me an idiot," Cooter argued angrily.

"Whatcha gonna do?" she growled in reply. "Hit me and make me miscarry the baby?"

Cooter opened his mouth, as did Lou.

"Lou, just shut-up," Jo snapped.

Lou scoffed, but did close her mouth as she moved towards the cataleptic father of the infant now nestled in her gut.

Idiot, she still silently accused him. You were supposed to understand, not faint on me like a wimp. Now how do you think that makes you look to your little son here?

Exasperated, she poked him with the toe of her shoe.

He didn't stir.

She threw a glance over at Luke, who was similarly being prodded by Jo in an attempt to wake him.

"Well," Lou said sarcastically, "I'm glad they took it so well."