Author's Notes: Very important, see end of chapter.

CHAPTER 20

"BoBo wait up!" Kenzi called out chasing after her.

Bo wanted to get away, to leave and never come back, but that would mean leaving Lauren behind. And no matter what happened, she knew she could not do that.

Bo reached the car and leaned against it.

"BoBo..." Kenzi huffed as she caught up to her.

"Can we not talk about this right now?" Bo said tightly.

"Sure thing BoBo." Kenzi said placing her hand on Bo's arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why does this shit always happen to me?" Bo groaned as she hit the roof of the car with her hand.

"Because you're such a schick magnet?" Kenzi quipped. "You get it? Shit… chick... schick."

Bo looked at her best friend. "Is that the best you could do?"

Kenzi shrugged her shoulders. "I'm having an off day."

Bo could not help but laugh. "Come on." she said smiling for the first time in a while. "Get in." she opened the door and watched Kenzi race around to the passengers side.

"Where we headin' Bobolicious?"

"I think I need a drink."

Kenzi clapped her hands. "I will never say no to that."

Bo shook her head.

As Bo drove away from the shack, Kenzi decided to keep quiet. She knew Bo wasn't ready to discuss the situation more than what she had said earlier. And there was a lot to think about.

Hell, she was having problems wrapping her mind around this as well.

And she wasn't pregnant. So she settled back into the car seat and closed her eyes.

Bo quickly looked over at Kenzi. She saw that her best friend's eyes were closed and she appreciated Kenzi's silent companionship. It meant more to her at the moment than anything else.

Bo gripped the steering wheel tighter as she tried to come to terms with what was happening.

It was so confusing.

Okay, it wasn't as if she hadn't thought about it, having children, she had. Ever since her experience at Hecuba prison, it had been in the back of her mind.

However in her timeline; a year or two from now, she and Lauren would have sat down and discussed it.

Who would carry the baby?

Was it safe?

Could she protect Lauren and the child once it was born?

Was it possible for them to get pregnant without using a sperm donor?

She gritted her teeth. 'Damn it!' she thought.

Of all the things she had thought about, this wasn't one of them.

She wanted to do this when their relationship was on a more solid foundation and not in its infancy.

She grimaced at her choice of word.

Bo knew Lauren wanted children; that she had already picked out two very good names. And Bo had started to fantasize about what it would be like to have a child that looked like Lauren.

Now she might get her answer sooner than she expected.

And that opened up a whole new can of worms.

If the child, baby, whatever scientific name it was right now; if it had been hers, truly hers, she would have taken care of the situation. There was no way she would have had Dyson's child.

As much as she loved and cared for Dyson and always would, she would not endanger her relationship with Lauren for him.

Bo knew that Lauren understood to a point, her need to feed off others, but when it came to Dyson, all rational thought went out the window.

And to have a reminder; a living breathing reminder of her decision to heal with him; would be cruel.

It would quite possibly drive a wedge between them and as much as she hated to think it, she might blame the child.

She could not do that.

But now...

Now the baby was Lauren's.

There was a part of Lauren growing inside of her.

Bo felt her eyes flash briefly.

She was carrying Lauren's child.

She knew as soon as the baby was born, either Charlotte or Ethan, it would be love at first site. She smiled as she thought about watching Lauren explaining how to make the perfect cupcakes.

Bo's heart ached to see their child in Lauren's arms.

The thought of watching Lauren whisper the periodic table to get the baby to stop fussing was something she desperately wanted to be a part of.

Lauren would probably have classical music playing, to stimulate little Ethan or Charlotte's brain growth, or whatever reason Lauren would tell her about.

Bo could imagine Lauren being the tough cop of the family.

Not allowing Kenzi to show the kids how to pick a lock... at least not while she was around.

Bo wanted to see a miniature version of Lauren.

She wanted to watch them to grow up into compassionate, intelligent, loyal and loving individuals...

'Just like their mom.' Bo thought. "I'm having Lauren's baby." she said a loud.

Kenzi opened her eyes and looked at Bo. "Yes... you are Honey Buns." she replied slowly.

"Kenzi... I'm going to have Lauren's baby..."

"Again, yes." Kenzi drew out.

"I love her Kenz." she said as if it explained everything.

"I know you do BoBo." Kenzi said. It seemed to her that Bo had been thinking about what was going on and perhaps had come to an understanding. Perhaps Bo had found an answer she could live with.

"Dyson." Bo growled. "He... he wouldn't want anything to do with it... the baby." she corrected.

"Probably not." Kenzi agreed. "They're not exactly the president of each others fan clubs."

Bo snorted.

Kenzi was right on the money about that. Bo began to wonder what or how Lauren was taking this. She should have stayed behind so they could figure things out together, but she couldn't.

Bo sighed.

"I'm sure it'll be okay BoBo... once Hot Pants has all the facts..."

Bo pulled into the parking lot of her Grandfather's Bar/Way Station.

"Are you sure you wanna have a drink here?" Kenzi asked doubtfully.

"What's wrong with wanting to come to the Dal?" Bo asked as she parked.

Kenzi rolled her eyes. Sometimes – just – sometimes, Bo could be so dense. "Hello!" Kenzi waved her arms in the small confines of the car. "You might just run into Dyson and I don't mean your lady bits!"

"Kenzi!"

"I thought you might want to avoid him for a while?"

Bo turned to face Kenzi. "I do, so it's a good thing you came with. You can go inside, scope things out and let me know if he's here." Bo told her as if it made all the sense in the world.

Kenzi shook her head. "It's your funeral."

Kenzi got out of the car, looked at Bo one more time and headed across the parking lot. When she reached the door she took a deep breath and went inside.

She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. No sign of the D-man.

"Hey Trickster... how's it hangin'?" She asked as she sat down on her favorite bar stool.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?" Trick replied smiling as he looked towards the door fully expecting his Granddaughter to appear. There were only a handful of times when she and Kenzi didn't come together.

"Oh, you know, the drinks... the ambiance... the drinks." Kenzi answered.

"I see." he said wiping down the counter.

"So... have you seen Dyson?" she asked as she continued to look around the bar for the shape shifter.

"No I haven't. Are you expecting him?"

"Nah, just wondering that's all." Kenzi said while texting Bo the 'All clear.' "So bar keep," she said slapping the counter with both hands, raising herself to her knees. "Hit me up with some of your finest..."

Trick put a mug of beer in front of her smirking all the while.

"Beer." Kenzi shrugged. Free beer for life was nothing to barf about.

"Hiya Gramps!" Bo called out as she entered the Dal.

Trick smiled. "Bo, how are you?"

The smile on Bo's face faltered momentarily, before she shook her head. "Fine. I'm just fine," she told him.

Trick reached out and put his hand on hers when she sat down. "Are you sure Bo?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Well, if you feel the need to talk. I am here for you." he told her wanting to be as supportive as he could.

"I know." Bo said sincerely. "I know."

He smiled. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Milk."

Trick looked over at Kenzi who was busy wiping her mouth from the beer she had just spewed on the floor. He frowned he would have to mop his once clean floor again.

Kenzi shot Bo a dirty look.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that." Bo said.

"Give a little warning Succuface." Kenzi replied.

"Did you say milk?" Trick asked after thinking about what she'd said.

Bo threw her hands up. "What's wrong with asking for milk?" she asked.

"Nothing," Trick answered. "Nothing at all, I'll be right back." he said as she walked to the back.

"Bo," Kenzi hissed. "Way to keep it on the down low."

"I... I." Bo sputtered. She wasn't sure why she had asked for milk. It was simply the first thing that popped out of her mind when her grandfather asked.

"It's okay Bo," Kenzi said. "I'm sorry I over reacted."

"Here you are," Trick said when he returned. "One large glass of milk," He placed a frosted mug in front of Bo. "I brought you a cookie as well." he smiled.

"Why don't I get a cookie?" Kenzi whined.

"I'll share mine." Bo told her as she broke the cookie in half, handing Kenzi a piece. "Oh... that is soo good." she groaned after dunking her piece in the glass of milk.

"Damn girl – does everything have to be about sex with you?" Kenzi asked taking her cookie and dunking it. "Umm." she moaned, her eyes closing.

"HA!" Bo laughed pointing at Kenzi. "And eww." her face scrunched in distaste.

"Don't knock if you haven't tried it." Kenzi said before finishing off her beer.

Bo could only laugh at Kenzi's antics. She leaned over and whispered playfully, "Are you sure you're not pregnant?"

"Nope. No glove, no love."

Bo smiled.

Kenzi blinked and Bo was hightailing to the back. She wondered what happened when the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. 'Shit, I knew this was a mistake.' she thought.

"Hello Kenzi... have you seen Bo?"

Kenzi gulped and turned around slowly. "Hello Da... Dyson." she sputtered.

Hey there, I do realize one day y'all are going to form a mob due to all the cliffhangers. Sorry.

I wanted to inform you that I e-mailed by beta last night and basically said, the end is neigh... or rather it's in sight.

I am on chapter 26 and I can feel the end coming closer. So, this story will conclude with either 26 or 27 chapters. It just depends on what I do with 26.

I don't want to drag the story any longer than I have to... and the closer I got to finishing chapter 25, the feeling that, "Wow, I'm going to end the story soon," was evident.

So hang on just a little bit more.

I have up to chapter 23 typed and beta'd.

I'm in the middle of writing 26... and well both see where it goes.