It was the next morning and Bridget woke up in her sisters bed and damn it if it wasn't the most comfortable bed she had ever slept in, then again it should be considering how much it likely cost. Rolling over she reached for the ringing telephone it was some woman who was obviously a friend of Siobhan's claiming she was late in meeting her, looking in her sisters appointment book she saw something about a meeting with Gemma at the loft, whatever that meant. Hanging up the phone trying to pull herself together. It hadn't been terribly hard to convince Andrew that she was Siobhan but this Gemma was obviously a friend and that meant this was going to be tricky.

"Well look who decided to wake up."

She heard the British voice say as it was walking up behind her. He was obviously getting ready for work and after the talk they had the previous night he seemed a bit more cooperative to at least be civil.

"Yeah I had some trouble falling asleep. That was Gemma I was supposed to meet her at the loft and I totally forgot."

"That's not like you, didn't you write it down in your book?"

"Yeah I guess I just spaced out."

Finishing tying his tie he grabbed his jacket and said he was leaving and would be back in time for dinner.

"Andrew…" waiting until he turned to meet her eyes, "have a good day."

He couldn't help but smile at that. To most people it would have seemed like such a basic thing to say but for him it was huge and it made him happy, happier than it should have considering the simplicity of the comment. Walking over to her, lightly wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her forehead he told her to do the same and than walked to the elevator and left.

It was a few hours later and Bridget was back at the apartment after having met with Gemma. She now knew that Gemma was her sisters best friend and she was having doubts about weather her husband was having an affair or not. Not knowing that "she" was the other woman she tried to comfort her sisters friend doing her best to convince her that there was probably a simple explanation.

Entering the apartment she heard music, what could only be thought of as teenage music, coming from one of the bedrooms. Walking toward the bedroom she was greeted with the image of Andrew's daughter having sex with some boy. Seeing the boys face covered with a scarf that looked like something belonging to Siobhan she rushed toward the closet.

She put her gun in the drawer full of scarves the night before as Andrew was entering the closet, she panicked that Juliet may have come across the gun when she got the scarf. Opening the drawer she saw the gun still in the drawer, realizing how close she had come to having to explain the gun she knew she needed to move the weapon. Pulling out a step stole she put the gun on the highest shelf in the closet behind hat boxes that were currently on the shelf. She was starting to realize how vulnerable her secret was and that she needed to hide Bridgett better if she wanted to keep this charade going.

Just than the phone rang.

The man on the other end of the line said he was a doctor, Siobhan's doctor, and that she had missed an appointment today. After a few moments and a bit of confusion on Bridgett's part when the doctor mentioned results to her blood work. She was pregnant, Siobhan was pregnant.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mrs. Martin."

"I'm pregnant?"

"Yes 4 weeks, congratulations."

After setting up an appointment for the following week she hung up the phone. Unbeknownst to her Andrew was standing behind her.

"You're pregnant?"

Turning around and seeing his shocked face she was practically speechless.

Had Siobhan and Andrew talked about children? They had been married almost 6 years and there were no indications of such a plan, especially considering the fragility of the union as of late. Did Andrew know about Siobhan's son Sean? Probably not seeing as he didn't know his wife had a twin.

Wordlessly she nodded her head to his question.

Suddenly his face took on an expression that could only be described as happy. Walking toward her and resting his hand on her stomach he said.

"We're having a baby… is that why you've been so agreeable and making such an effort?"

Realizing that would be a great explanation she decided to work with that.

"The last week or so I haven't been feeling 100% I honestly had no idea but did think it could be a possibility. I grew up with parents who were constantly fighting and when they weren't fighting they were trying to get me to choose between the two of them. I wont do that. I want a different life for my child. Whatever happened with us, whatever it is that caused us to get to this point is not important. What is important is that we try to be our absolute best and give it our best effort to make sure our child is happy."

He had never heard her talk about her childhood. Whenever discussions came up about the past she always made it about him or deflected entirely. Standing there he realized there were so many things he did not know. This woman truly was a mystery to him and now she was pregnant. She was right, it didn't matter what had happened that brought them to this point what mattered was what they did from here on out. He did love her and he wanted to make this work and with a baby on the way he now had all the more incentive.

"You're right. I'm going to make a proposition. Starting now the past is the past, we are going to give it our best effort from here on out for the baby and for us. In the beginning we had something pretty spectacular and I think with some time we can get back there."

She knew at that moment that her plan of temporarily being her sister was no longer an option. She was Siobhan, she was married, had a step daughter and was pregnant. This was her life and she was going to succeed where her sister had failed. True she didn't know Andrew and she still didn't know what had caused them to be more roommates than spouses but that was the past, she was going to give this her all. She was going to make up for what had happened with Sean, for disappointing her sister to such an extent that she didn't even acknowledge her existence, for being on the boat when her sister took her life. She was going to do this for all of those reasons but also for herself. For years she had been anything but proud of herself and the choices she made, she now had a chance to be a part of something better and perhaps even repair some of the relationships that were so frayed upon her arrival.

"I want that to. I know we are not the same people we were, I know mistakes have been made but I want to try."