Bridget leaned over the bar and eyed her glass of scotch, she hadn't even taken a sip yet. She didn't know how she was going to face Andrew, he knew about the pregnancy! Her pregnant sister was at the bottom of the ocean pregnant. There was absolutely no way she could explain any of this to anyone; not too many people would believe her!

"Could I get you another drink?" She just waves him off, smiling politely. She ordered the check and stood after paying.

She eyed a man with a scotch across from her and walked over, "Looks like you could appreciate this much more than me."

"I didn't order it."

"I don't work here."

"Neither do I."

"Well why would a beautiful woman buy me a drink for no reason?"

Bridget just shrugs, "That's on me." She winked and turned towards the door. She knew what she wanted to do. She'd be Shiv, and live happily ever after.

"Why don't you stay and have a drink?" Bridget stopped in her tracks but didn't turn around, but she could guess what the man's face looked like from his exasperated sigh. The man was handsome but not the man she wanted right now. Andrew was the only one.

"I'm going home to my husband." Bridget marched out of the bar into her new home. Everything in it was beautiful and she couldn't fathom how much all of it cost. She looked around at the picture of herself and she felt something boil inside her. She lunged for the picture and tore it down from the wall.

"Why did you leave me?" Bridget slashed the picture. "Why do this to me?" Bridget had been so occupied with destroying the pictures, she didn't notice someone else was even home.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Siobhan?" Bridget turned and looked at her new and shiny husband and grimaced inwardly. He was so handsome and kind when he wanted to be. Siobhan had obviously treated him poorly on a regular basis. She could treat him better.

"I had a bad day." She simply just shrugged. She looked over the fitted suit he wore and admired how he moved so well in it. "I guess it the hormones."

Her husband looked at her with a hand raised, "Come now, you don't want to hurt the baby, Shiv." He touched her and all her anger dissipated. His thumb rubbed smoothing circles on her bare arm, "Let's see what we can do to relax you."

Bridget let him lead her to the couch, he removed her cashmere coat and Prada heels. "That might help." He began by working on her sore feet. She never got too many foot massages as Bridget Martin. If she did there was always a catch. But, with Andrew it felt different.

Bridget saw his face change as it relaxed once she seemed to sit back and just enjoy his hands on her feet. "You know when my ex-wife was pregnant with Juliet; she would throw fits and the hungers she would have drove me mad. She actually craved White Castle one night and ate an entire crave case," He paused as he reminisced on the past, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to talk about that. Besides White Castle is something you've probably never have heard of."

Bridget felt bad, his face had begun to light up as he talked about his memories of Juliet as a baby and before she came out. He seemed genuinely happy about it and maybe he would be for their baby. But, there wasn't a baby and she wasn't pregnant. "No, Andrew I do and I like to see you happy and excited about something other than work." Bridget touched his face tenderly with her palm.

"Oh Shiv." He leaned into her hand and kissed her open palm, "I can't wait to make those memories with you. I know that the past year has been difficult since you know, but I feel as though this baby is our second chance at something." Andrew reached for her belly and cupped it.

Bridget swallowed as she looked at the hope shining from his eyes. Andrew really wanted their marriage to make it even if he didn't know it wasn't with her. She nodded quickly, "It could be." She leaned forward and pecked his lips.

"More Shiv, it's been so long." Andrew panted as he looked at his beautiful, blonde, green eyed wife and leaned forward to plant his lips firmly on hers again. He smiled when she didn't pull away and continued to kiss his wife gently, "I've waited so long for just this."

"No one else, but you." Bridget moaned as Andrew cupped one of her breasts firmly. He began unzipping her dress from the back. Bridget arched into his touch. She felt him shift to in between her legs. His hands moved from her back, peeling the dress away to show her deep blue corset. She knew she looked good in it; after all Shiv seemed to like it.

Bridget lifted her hips to let him slide the dress off and down her legs. He just tossed it carelessly behind him.

"Yes, you're mine." Hs kisses rain down her face and neck where he delivered so much attention, Bridget felt as though she was on the brink of coming from just that. She moans as he grips her thighs passionately.

"Please Andrew."

Andrew and Bridget were so involved in themselves they never saw the brunette standing hidden in the closet watching them.

"Please what?" he pushed her back on the plush couch and went in for another kiss as he settled himself on top of her.

"Please make love to me." Andrew looked taken back, "Shiv are you sure? I don't want to rush anything?"

"Rush?" Bridget just looked at him, why would her sister not want this hunk of a man? He was rich and so hot and sweet. He didn't even want to rush into sex with his wife without permission!

"This was a mistake. I am sorry." All the fight in Bridget was gone and she rose from the couch, and walked towards their room. She watched as Andrew got up and walked towards the bathroom taking off his clothes. She could still see the evidence of his arousal. She didn't want to be the wife Shiv had been to Andrew. But, he had to believe it was her.

Andrew came knelt by the bed and looked into her eyes, "I'm sorry for rushing you like this."

"No I said I wanted it and changed my mind. I'm sorry." Andrew seemed taken back by her apology. He slid away from her and smiled.

"I won't be long. I just have to take a quick shower and I'll be out in no time back to work."

Bridget could see the nervous walk in his step as he walked towards the bathroom. She guessed he had to relieve himself somehow. She had gotten him so worked up. He and Shiv hadn't been intimate in months. She looked at her ring finger and smiled. The smile only fell when she heard the shower begin to run. She looked at the door and listened carefully. She closed her eyes and grinned when she heard him begin to moan. She could almost picture him now with that tall lean body standing against the shower door as he stroked himself.

She slowly reached between her legs and pushed up her slip over her thighs, and ran her hands over them gripping them like Andrew did in the living room. She ran a finger up her leg to her center and slipped a finger under the lace panties. She could feel how wet she was and moaned. "Andrew."

One of her hands palmed her breasts as she began to work her finger higher onto her clit. She felt so sensitive there. "Oh yes…"

Bridget had been so occupied she never heard the door to the bathroom open. She wasn't aware her husband had watched her play with herself under the covers.

"I didn't realize you wanted me so much Shiv and this is a side of you I haven't seen in a while."

Bridget paused her hand as she neared her orgasm, and she wanted to finish so badly. "It's not what it looks like."

Andrew simply unwrapped his towel and let it drop to the floor. Bridget eyed his body hungrily and licked her lips. "Andrew." He approached the bed hesitantly and kneeled by the bed once more He pulled the duvet from her body and smiled when he saw her hand still between her legs.

"I want to see it so badly Shiv." He pushed her legs apart further and reached out. Bridget arched into his hand as a finger skimmed over her lips.

"Please."

"Say it again."

"Please And-oooohhh." He inserts a finger into her body enjoying the squeezing it's getting and how ready she is for him. He worked his finger inside her, watching her face turn into bliss as she found her rhythm on his finger.

"I want to give you more Shiv."

"Please give me more."

Andrew didn't question her sanity this time and pulled his finger out and sucked and licked his wife's very essence off his finger.

"Take those off." He stood over his wife and watched her slip off her panties. But not the white dress slip he thought looked wonderful against her tan skin. He had never seen so much tan on her before. She usually looked like a porcelain doll. This Siobhan was different, she wanted him and he couldn't be happier.

"I love you, Siobhan." He leaned forward to kiss her lips.

"I love you Andrew."

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The happy couple didn't know they were being watched, the lone figure stood by the door quietly watching the couple make love. His breathing was getting labored as he watched their encounter. It had to be a show for Andrew was his guess.

But, he couldn't help reaching into his pants as he watched the man he hated the most in the world pleasure his woman so well she was screaming his name over and over again. He waited until they fell asleep in each other's arms before he approached the bed. He knelt next to her and touched her face. She snuggled into his touch and he almost jumped for excitement. "Andrew."

He froze and looked over at his competition. He didn't know how Shiv wanted him anymore. He was positive the baby was his and not Andrew's. His wife was never home and always with him up until a week ago. He stood and walked towards the door without a second look and left.

Siobhan would come back to him someday, after all she was carrying his baby. There was no way in hell he'd let that child be raised without his name.

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First Ringer story! I personally like it.