Luke looked down with a sigh not knowing how he was going to do this.

Bo sighed in relief and sank back against the picnic table.

"That's great! I...god I was so worried about what I was going to do...but now! I don't gotta!"

Luke sighed. "It's you Bo," he said softly.

Bo frowned and leant forward.

"What was that? I didn't hear ya..."

"You're his father Bo," he repeated looking at him.

Bo blinked a little, swallowing before shaking his head.

"No I ain't..."

"Yeah ya are...they ran a test."

"Th...that's impossible..."

Bo stuttered, turning paler by the minute.

"DNA don't lie brother... Troy is my nephew...and your son."

Bo's jaw quivered a little as he started to shake his head, standing shakily up and breathing a little quicker.

"No...No no no...No....because...I...I never...I never without....never..."

Luke swallowed standing and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ain't nothin for certain but death an taxes. Even protection aint 100 % effective."

Bo looked to Luke, still shaking his head, getting more and more worked up.

"What am I gonna do....what am I gonna do...what am I gonna tell Uncle Jesse...what/...he...I..."

"Don't worry bout Jesse. Right now you got a decision to make."

Bo's face paled further - if that was even possible - and his legs finally gave out on him.

"Bo!" yelled Luke grabbing him as he fell.

Bo hung limp in Luke's arms though he was concious, shaking hard.

"I...I...don't...feel...so good..."

Luke nodded a little and helped him stand, though he was half carrying him to their room. "Sok Bo...I gotcha."

Bo shook his head as they staggered to the house, choking and turning away to the bushes as he threw up.

Luke rubbed his back tenderly as he did so, looking away.

Eventually he stopped and leant back against Luke again, face still very pale and still shaking.

Luke just held him close. "it'll be alright brother...it will."

Bo didn't answer, just remaining as he was as Luke held onto him.

Luke wished with all his might that he still wasn't confined to his crutches. As it were he certainly couldn't carry Bo inside. In fact he couldn't do much of anything, besides hold him, trying to calm him any way he knew how.

Bo eventually just sank out of Luke's arms and down onto the steps of the poarch, staring straight ahead of him as a million thoughts kept racing through his head, each one making him feel worse than the last one. He didn't want to be a father, at least not right now, and he certainly didn't want to have to look after one on his own. But then again, he wasn't ready to settle down yet, there was still so much that he wanted to do.

It was getting to the point now that Bo needed to be angry at someone, and at that moment, the only one he could be angry with was Troy. It was his fault for coming into his life, his fault for meeting Luke in the first place, his fault for even being born. He didn't want the kid, and he wasn't going to take him in as his own. For once, Bo Duke was going to be selfish and for a change, not let his big heart get in the way.

Luke looked pointedly at Bo, "You dont want him...do ya?"