What Now? She wasn't drunk but was bordering it when she left the bar to go to her room. She was still feeling guilty and nervous having left her daughter over night for the first time since Olivia had been born. The knots of worry and confusion were so strongly there too, the mix of those feelings meant that she was now sitting in tears. When she'd realised she was pregnant she'd expected this to happen but after realising no one knew or was even suspicious, she calmed. This was the storm that was inevitable. She'd never wanted to step foot back in the UK and if her mum had listened to her the year before and moved out to France then it wouldn't have happened at all. Not that she blamed her mum, in fairness this was all her fault. If she hadn't have been so stupid as to sleep with him for the best part of a year and then sleep with Strickland on the rebound then she'd have never been in this situation at all. Saying that she loved Olivia and couldn't and wouldn't be without her now, the minute she'd seen her daughter she fell in love and it was a love unlike any she'd felt before. She sat down and tried, unsuccessfully, to clear her mind so she could form a plan. The simple question was what now? Fair enough she could get a DNA test and find out if she was Rob's but if it turned out how Rob was so sure it would then she'd still be in this situation. Putting her phone on charge she noticed the 20 missed calls, 6 voicemails and then thanked whoever it was that was doing such a bad job of looking over her for the fact that no one had called in at least an hour. She had at least 5 calls each from Dan, Steve and Gerry and quite frankly she wasn't rest to talk to any of them. When he rang before she'd met up with Strickland she thought he wanted to talk about their relationship but now she couldn't help but wonder whether he'd known what she hadn't. That night she'd fallen asleep as she'd tried to formulate a plan, it had ended in nightmares but she had a clearer idea of what she was going to do.