The next morning Hilda, Justin, Betty, and Ignacio are in the kitchen watching T.V. during breakfast. Suzuki St. Pierre starts going over the previous night's benefit. Finally they get to Wilhelmina.

"I thought that yesterday he said she got breast implants."

"She did," Betty answers.

"No. Those are not implants."

"Hilda, I've seen them, they're huge."

"Justin pause it."

"What for?" he questions.

"Just do it," Hilda demands.

Justin pauses the T.V.

"Those are real. I promise you."

"If they're real why did they suddenly get so big?"

Hilda studies the picture carefully, "Betty why didn't you mention that Wilhelmina the witch is pregnant?"

"Probably, because she's not," Betty argues.

"Betty trust me. This is something that I know a little more about than you do. She's definitely pregnant."

"She's like three hundred years old."

"She's not that old."

"Hilda I don't think she can have anymore kids. She had to use a surrogate for William."

"Had to? Maybe she just didn't want to stop boozing long enough to carry him herself."

"Boozing," Betty says as she runs out of the room.

"Betty where are you going?"

"I've got to get to work," she answers.

She gets to work early. The only other person in the office is Wilhelmina. She hurries into Wilhelmina's office.

"What are you doing here so early Betty?"

"I thought that I would talk to you before everyone else shows up."

"Talk to me about what?"

"Your boobs."

"Really? Betty I thought that you were above that."

"I know that you didn't get a boob job. I takes longer to recover than a day."

"What can I say? I'm a miraculously quick healer."

"Cut the crap. I know that they're real."

"Why are you so convinced that they're real?"

She changes the subject, "Have you seen the picture from last night?"

"No have you?"

"Just saw them on T.V. this morning."

"How did I look?"

"The dress was nice. What size are you wearing now?"

"I beg your pardon."

"You certainly aren't a size four anymore."

"Maybe not," she relents.

"You would think since you've stopped drinking you'd lose weight instead of gain it."

"You'd think," she agrees.

"Why did you stop drinking anyway?"

"I..."

Betty cuts her off, "Why do you have to lie about everything? Why can't you ever just be honest?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why are you keeping it a secret?"

"Keeping what a secret?"

"You're pregnant," Betty answers.

"Don't be absurd."

"I'm not. I know what your alias is. I did some checking and on the day that you supposedly had a boob job your alias was on an O.B. floor in a hospital."

"Someone else must have the same name."

"Or you've been playing everyone since you got back here. You've been with Connor the whole time. You know that Daniel isn't smart enough to figure out your motives. He should know by know that you always have your cake, and eat it too. So what's your plan? Have the baby, and run off with Connor and all of the Meade fortune?"

"Betty I don't have a plan. And I haven't even seen Connor lately."

"But you were using Daniel?"

"Of course. He's such an easy target Betty. There's not anything you can do about it now. We have equal votes."

"That's fine. I guess I just don't understand why you wouldn't want anyone to know that you're pregnant. How far along are you anyway?"

"I didn't want anyone to know because I'm scared," she admits.

"You aren't afraid of anything."

"Yes I am."

"So how far along are you?"

"Twenty eight weeks."

"Does anyone know?"

"Marc knows."

"Are you trying to use this as leverage?"

"No, Betty. I'm just trying to figure things out. I don't know how to tell Daniel."

"I'll tell him."

"You can't. I'll tell him."

"When?"

"Soon. I'm just not ready yet."

"Why should I believe anything you're saying?"

"Because I'm telling you the truth."

"So then tell me the truth about Connor. Why haven't you seen him in months? Did you double cross you?"

"Betty you wouldn't understand."

"Make me understand."

"I love them more," she admits.

"Love who more?"

"The twins," she answers.

"Your boobs? You love your boobs more than you love Connor?"

"No Betty, not my boobs. I'm having twins."

"Oh. How are you going to handle twins?"

"I don't know."

"I think that it's time you're honest with Daniel."

"Why? So I can give him a reason to fire me? I need this job."

"Daniel's more understanding than you are."

"He would do anything to see me out on my ass."

"He's not like that."

"Trust me, he is."

Marc comes into the office. "Betty what are you doing in here?"

"Nothing. I was just asking Wilhelmina what she thought of my dress from last night. It was pretty plain... not really my taste."

"Actually Betty, I thought it looked great. Much better than the frumpy frocks you usually wears," she answers honestly.

"Yeah I was surprised too," Marc admits, "You looked good."

"Well thank you," she leaves Wilhelmina's office.

Marc eyes Wilhelmina carefully. "What was that really about?" Marc questions.

"It was just Betty being Betty."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, nothing," she answers.

"Willie I'm bored."

"That's great Marc."

"You don't have to be so insensitive about it."

"I'm not. I have something for you to do."

"What?" he asks as he sits down across the desk from her.

She hands him a list and her credit card. "Shopping?"

"You're going to hate it," she warns.

"Why?"

"Read the list," she answers.

He skims through the list. "Really Willie? You don't want to pick this stuff out yourself?"

"No," she answers.

"Did you find out what they are?"

"No would that help you?"

"Immensely," he answers.

She dials her doctor. "Hello?"

"Hi Dr. Grant this is Wilhelmina."

"Is everything ok?"

"Everything is great. My assistant would like to talk to you for a moment."

"Sure," he agrees.

He holds her hand over the phone. "Marc I don't want to know. Can you keep it a secret?"

"Of course," he answers.

She hands him the phone. He talks to the doctor for approximately thirty seconds and then hangs up.

"So does that make it any easier?"

"Much," he answers.

"I don't want to know."

"Where do you want me to put everything?"

"Take it to the apartment."

"And do what with it?"

"Put it in the nursery."

"Do you actually have one?"

"Yes. The painters finished up the day before yesterday, so everything should be dry."

"Ok," he nods.

"Marc?"

"Yes, Willie?"

"Do the list in order."

"Why?"

"Just do it," she answers.

"Fine," he agrees.

"Oh and lock the nursery door once you get everything in."

"Do you have a key?"

She pulls out a key ring with two keys on it, and hands it to him, "No you do," she answers.