"There is another guy, on the side?"

"I didn't say that there was another guy," she reveals.

"What?! It's a girl? Olivia!"

"I never said that, either."

"Can I get a name?"

"Sydney."

"Sydney? You're just making stuff up, now, aren't you? That isn't even a name. It's a city"

"That is the name of the love of my life."

"Sydney? I don't buy it."

"Stay there."

"Why, what are you going to do? Do you have a picture? I can't believe the love of your life is named Sydney. The only thing I can picture named Sydney is a puppy, or a socialite."

She returns a few moments later. She takes a seat on the couch. He stares at her, in confusion.

"I don't understand."

"I told you, that you wouldn't."

He stares at the baby, in her arms. A sweet, chubby little girl. She stares at him, with big, bright eyes. She's wearing pajama's and. She's got a head full of dark hair. Without a word, he reaches for her. Olivia slips her into his arms. His face lights up, and his lips crawl into a smile. The baby looks at him, with heavy eyes.

"Hi blue eyes," he coos. The little girl smiles widely, at him. "How old is she?"

"Seven months."

"Why didn't you just tell me about her?"

"I didn't tell anybody about her."

"How long have you had her?" he questions.

"Always," she answers.

"Why would you keep this a secret? Liv..."

"I thought that I could do it on my own. I wanted to do it all, myself. I didn't realize how hard it would be. I didn't know how difficult it would be each day, just to leave her, to go to work."

"I don't understand why you would keep her a secret."

She shrugs, "It wasn't my original intention. I just..." she trails off.

"You just what?"

"I took one look at her, and all I wanted to do, was protect her. I thought the only way I could do that, is if nobody knew."

"Why would you think that?"

She shrugs, "I don't know."

"She's beautiful."

"I feel so blessed, to wake up to that face, every single morning."

"The guilt is what I've been seeing?"

"I have dedicated myself to my job. It just doesn't seem worth it, anymore. I barely see her. She is the one thing that I wanted more than anything."

"Look, I can't tell you the right thing to do, here."

"But?"

He looks at the chubby cheeks, of the sweet little girl, in his arms, "I know that if I had it to do over, again, I would have done things a lot differently. I would have put my family first."

"I have to pay the bills," she reminds him.

"I get that."

"I..."

He cuts her off, "But, Liv, you don't have to do this on your own. You should know that."

"I have never been very good, at asking for help."

"That is for sure."

"She is not anyone else's responsibility."

"So does the guy that you've been seeing know about her?"

"No. I know he's beginning to lose his patience."

"What are you waiting for? Are you afraid to scare him off?"

"I don't know. I don't want to get her attached to anyone, who isn't going to stick around."

"You should tell him, don't you think?"

"I know that."

"Then what is stopping you?"

"It's the first time I have ever had to consider how to bring it up."

"It hasn't, already? He didn't ask if you had kids?"

"He asked if I wanted them, not if I had them."

"Did you ask him?"

"Of course. I also did a background check on him."

"Do you see a future with him?"

"Yeah, maybe," she admits.

"Then tell him."

"Tell him that we have been seeing each other, for over three months, and I never mentioned the fact that I had a daughter?"

"You never mentioned it to me. I am already over it."

"That is different."

"Olivia why would you keep her a secret?"

"It's complicated."

"Life is complicated. We're practically your family, and you didn't even mention it."

"I honestly thought I would get caught."

"Get caught, what are you talking about?"

"I thought that someone would find out, before she was born. I figured someone would piece it together, when I took time off, in the middle of the summer."

"That should have been a red flag, you never take time off during the peak of murder season."

"I thought someone would notice."

"That you took time off?"

"I just wasn't ready to explain myself."

"Explain yourself?"

"I knew that there would be a lot of questions."

"So was she planned?"

"Planned? No, not at all."

"I don't understand," he admits.

"Most of the time, I don't either."

He looks at the little girl, in his arms. He cocks an eyebrow, and looks at Olivia, questioningly.