Tris Prior sat straight up and slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from losing the contents of her stomach all over the bed. Through squinted eyes, she tried to assess where she was, the entire room unfamiliar and cold; and messy. Tiny liquor bottles littered the carpet, along with clothes. The bra dangling off the dresser left her cognizant of the fact that the only thing covering her was a thin sheet.

She had not a stitch of clothing on.

She looked over in the bed, praying that she wouldn't see what she knew in her heart that she would. Yep, there was a man in her bed, his bed? Whose room was this? She could see he had dark hair; he had his head buried in the pillow facing away from her. On his back, was a huge tattoo with some sort of symbols on them. She almost reached and touched them, but drew her hand back.

Shit!

How had she ended up in bed with him? Everything was a great big blur right now from the night before. All she could remember was leaving the hotel room with her best friend Christina, as they prepared to go out and paint the town red.

Boy, did Tris ever!

As another wave of nausea hit Tris, the man beside her shifted, and this time she saw something that caused her even more grief. He had a wedding ring on his left hand.

He was married!

She had not only slept with a stranger, but a married one on top of that!

She was going to be sick. Tris quickly flung the covers off her bare body, the chill in the air cooling her overheated and damp skin. The instant she slid off the mattress and stood on both feet, the floor seemed to give out beneath her. Her hip felt like someone had kicked her and her thighs also ached, the kind of soreness you'd expect to experience after running a marathon. Only, she wasn't a runner. She liked running but at her own pace. She'd walked a lot over the last few days, which could've explained the aches, but intuitively, she was certain that hadn't been the cause, either. The deep red marks forming bruises on her thighs and hips were enough to explain her soreness.

She must have had mind blowing sex last night for hours.

Tris closed her eyes and groaned. Fear, embarrassment, and regret shook her body, and she struggled to stand upright. She knew that last night had been consensual. She grabbed his shirt and put it on quickly, trying to figure out what she was going to do. But her brain hurt too much to even think about it, about who she'd slept with; whose husband she had slept with. Tris took a shaky breath and combed a hand through her tangled hair. She needed a distraction—anything. A very large glass of ice-cold Sprite and definitely a shower.

A do-over of last night!

Tris ran into the bathroom—which proved to be a horrible idea. The room instantly tilted, the floor curved beneath her, and a flood of sticky heat washed over her clammy body just as she made it to the sink and gripped the ledge of the vanity to hold herself upright.

Like a tidal wave, there was no stopping it. Tris' stomach flipped, then flopped, and she threw herself to the tiled floor, not caring about the new set of bruises that would form on her knees from the harsh impact. Thankfully, the toilet lid was up; otherwise, she wouldn't have made it in time. She hugged the porcelain and gave in to the rush of bile hurdling its way up her esophagus and into the bowl in front of her. When she was finished and able to stand, she quickly cleaned up and walked back out into the bedroom. She looked over at the bed, and saw that her bed mate was still fast asleep. He was lying flat out on his back. The sheets barely over his hips, Tris walked over to the side of the bed and lifted the sheet- he was huge! No wonder she felt like she had ridden a horse for a week.

Evidently, she had with the stallion in the bed. She got an eyeful of his muscular body.

She quickly dropped the sheet, making herself look away and quickly put back on her clothes. This man was someone else's husband and she had to get out of here now! As she was about to leave, she heard the soft sound of a cell phone ringing, she heard movement out of the bedroom, heard the man who's bed she just shared answering it.

"Lily, sorry I must have overslept. Yes, yes, tell the kids I'll be there in half an hour to take them to the water park." he said.

He was married and a family man!

Tris quickly opened the hotel room door, flinging it out as she ran out of the room.

"Is someone there?" he called out to her, but Tris ran as if the hounds of hell were on her heels. She ran to the elevators and quickly pressed the down button, as the doors were closing she saw a half naked man running towards them. Finally the doors closed and she let out a deep breath as she rode the elevator down. As the doors opened on the ground level she made her way to the front of the doors and walked out, hailing a taxi and telling the taxi driver to drive her to the Bellagio where she and Christina had booked their hotel room.

As she was being driven there, she opened her purse and pulled out her cell phone, seeing that she had turned off her cell phone. She quickly turned it back on, and saw that she had several missed messages from Christina, along with a few voicemails.

"Tris, I'm just now getting back into our room. Where are you?"

"Tris? Where are you? It's three in the morning!"

"Tris! I'm really worried now. Call me back immediately!"

"Tris it's ten o'clock if you don't contact me in thirty minutes I'm calling the cops!"

Tris looked at her phone and saw that it was almost ten-thirty. She quickly called Christina's cell phone, it only rung once before Christina was answering the phone.

"Tris! Where are you?" Christina asked.

"I'm almost back at the hotel." Tris answered.

"Where have you been? You went completely awol on me." Chrisina said.

"You disappeared on me with Will. I thought we were going to have a girl's weekend. Hold on a second." Tris reminded her. She arrived at her hotel, paid her fee and walked into the hotel room.

"That's not the point." Christina said as she put her phone down.

"Whatever happened, I'm an adult, Christina." Tris said as she sat down on the couch. "Ouch!"

"What's wrong?" Christina said as she saw the way Tris was grimacing.

"I think I hit my hip on something last night." Tris said.

"Where did you spend last night by the way?" Christina asked.

Tris looked up and didn't say a word.

"You didn't!" Christina said.

Tris just shut her eyes.

"You did! You had a one-night stand with some stranger?" Christina asked.

"It's worse than that." Tris said.

"How is it worse than having a one-night stand, Tris?" Christina asked.

"He's married." Tris informed her.

"No! You slept with a married guy? Tris!" Christina couldn't believe it.

"I know! Everything is a little blurry. I remember splotches, meeting him in some club and having drinks. The next thing I remember is waking up in bed beside him." Tris said.

"Oh god." Christina said as she sat down beside her friend. "Was he good at least?"

"Christina!" Tris said.

"Sorry, sorry. Do you remember his name?" Christina asked.

"No." Tris said.

"Okay, I got to ask, but do you remember being careful?" Christina asked.

Tris' eyes almost bulged out of her head. "I don't remember. But something tells me…no." Tris said.

"Was it consensual?" Christina asked carefully.

"I'm pretty sure it was. I don't think he drugged me." Tris said.

"Alright, well that's also a plus then. Now, we need to get you to a clinic and get you tested for anything and everything." Christina said.

"But," Tris said.

"No, buts. Let's go." Christina said.

As Tris stood, she once again felt the soreness in her hip. She walked over to the mirror on the wall and raised her dress up. "Oh my god. I don't believe it."

"Tris, you can't keep hiding this." Christina said one day a few weeks later at their apartment.

"Hiding what? My laundry?" Tris laughed softly.

"You can't keep something like this from your best friend, Tris." Christina said.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Tris said as she started folding her clothes.

"I'm talking about the fact that you're pregnant." Christina said.

That sentence caused Tris to stop folding. "Don't be ridiculous."

"You're the one who's being ridiculous if think you can hide this pregnancy." Christina said.

"I'm not pregnant!" Tris said.

"Oh really? Then you want to explain why for the last week you've woken up running to the bathroom to puke your guts up?" Christina asked.

"I had a small stomach bug is all." Tris denied.

"Right. Well that stomach bug of yours is going to last nine months." Christina said.

"I'm not pregnant." Tris denied again.

"Then you'll have no problem taking this." Christina said as she grabbed a bag and pulled out a pregnancy test.

"It's a waste of time, Christina." Tris said.

"Then squat and pee!" Christina said.

Tris rolled her eyes and took the test from Christina's hand. She made her way to the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later after reading the directions.

"So?" Christina asked.

"We have to wait two minutes." Tris said. "And when it's negative you're going to be embarrassed you went to all that trouble."

"Really?" Christina asked. "Then why do you look like you're about to throw up right now?"

"I told you, I've had a bug." Tris denied even as a wave of nausea passed over her.

"Uh huh, well that's what I'm going to call her. Your lady….bug." Christina said.

"This whole conversation is so ridiculous." Tris said.

"Let's go over the facts then. You met someone when in Vegas, you slept together and now you're nauseated in the mornings, till early afternoons. Then at night, you can't shove food down your throat fast enough." Christina stated.

"That doesn't prove anything." Tris argued.

Just then the timer went off and Tris stared at Christina who looked back at her as if daring her to go in there. Finally, Tris turned and walked into the bathroom, Christina following till she stopped at the doorway. She saw Tris pick up the white stick.

"Oh, God!" Tris whispered as she sank to her knees on the bathroom floor.

"Oh, Tris." Christina sighed, coming to a squat down beside her. "I knew it when you didn't get your period again this month."

Tris stared unbelievingly into Christina's anxious eyes, then burst into tears. She was pregnant with a married man's baby.

What was she going to do now?

"I can't believe this." Tris said as she stood in the break room, talking to another co-worker.

"It's happening." Amber said.

"I can't believe Caleb agreed to let his firm be combined with another." Tris said.

"Well, it is one of the biggest law firms in New York. Give your brother some credit." Amber said.

"And now we have to interview for our jobs? What kind of tyrant does that?" Tris asked.

"A rich one," a new voice said.

Tris turned her head to see Caleb standing there.

"You're up," Caleb said.

"You're sure you want to do this?" Tris asked.

"It's a good business decision," Caleb answered. "Eaton Enterprises are at the top of their game."

"And it's all for the business." Tris said. "You getting a nice bonus had nothing to do with your decision."

"It was the best for everyone." Caleb said.

"Right. Let me go meet the new czar." Tris said as she walked out of the break room. As she was almost to the new owner's office, a fresh wave of nausea hit her. She put one hand on her mouth, and another on her stomach.

"Come on, give your mom a little break, ok?" Tris said to her unborn child. She had decided she was going to have her baby, raise it as a single mom. Christina said she was going to be there to help her through this. She hadn't told Caleb yet, but soon she would have to.

She stood there and took a few deep breaths, before she walked into the office. She was now standing in an empty office, she saw that the new boss man wasn't there yet. As she stood there a more powerful wave of nausea hit her, one that she couldn't stop. As she heard the door behind her opening, another wave of nausea hit her and she made a mad dash to an empty trash bin.

"Well, this is certainly a surprise to find in my office." A vaguely familiar voice said from beside her now.

"Oh, no." Tris said as she looked up to see the face of the man she had slept with in Las Vegas.

"Hello, wife. Is there something that you wish to tell me?" Four Eaton asked with a smile on his handsome face.