AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thought I should tell you now, this one of my shorter chapters. Don't hate.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Seeing the results on paper was one thing, but actually having to say the word aloud was a whole other matter.
An inner battle was waging in Lauren, one between the calm and rational demeanor and detached demeanor – one she associated with her "Doctor" persona – and the passionate, jealous, 'Not sure if I'm enough no matter how much I love and need Bo in my life,' girlfriend persona.
That passionate part of her – her baser core – wanted to track Dyson down and cut off his... opportunity to reproduce.
However, the calm and rational side of her knew had it been anyone but Dyson, her reaction would be different.
She might not have this urge to bash skulls, or take Bo to bed and mark her in ways that screamed: "MINE! HANDS OFF!"
Regardless, cooler heads need to prevail here.
"Could you repeat what you just said?" Bo blurted.
"She said you're preggers, Succuslut," Kenzi responded with displaced anger.
Sure Bo had to feed – everyone knew that – but this... this was too much.
Her BoBo had a bun in the oven.
And it was Dyson's?!
If this had happened before Bo and Lauren had declared their "Lurve" to each other, it would have been different.
She would have been "Aunt Kenzi" this, "Aunt Kenzi" that... but...
Bo was with Lauren.
"Kenzi," Lauren rebuked.
"How can you..."
"This is crazy," Bo said as she quickly stood up from the couch. "I'm not pregnant," she told Lauren all the while wondering if what she said was true. She subconsciously placed her hand over her stomach.
"Do you remember after the incident with the Rakshasa? I had you come in for a complete physical," Lauren asked.
Bo nodded.
"Jacob ran tests..."
Kenzi looked at him. "You knew?"
"Yes," he replied.
"He brought them to me today."
"They're wrong! They have to be," Bo interrupted as she began to pace.
"He ran them," Lauren looked over at Jacob. She wanted Bo to hear the results from him.
"Four times," he answered. "I ran them four times."
"Well run it five, six... ten times! It's wrong!" Bo stomped upstairs slamming the bedroom door behind her.