Woot! That feedback was great! Haha thanks for the reviews guys, they mean so much, great motivation for faster chapters! Well here's my next installment and I must admit the drama I've written in is quite insane but I'm sure you'll all like it. Before you all freak out, things will get better between Bren and Dylan very soon! XOXO

Breakdown

"Brenda, hi," Dylan said warmly as Brenda took a seat at the table he had reserved.

"Hi," she replied stiffly.

"Listen, I just wanted to apologize for my behavior the other night. I know I had no right throwing money in your face. I was just so surprised and angry finding out that I had a daughter I didn't even know."

"And whose fault is that?" Brenda snapped.

"Excuse me? You TOLD me to leave!" Dylan snapped back. Brenda ran her fingers through her head.

"Stop it; this isn't what I came here for. The truth is, you're right. Emma does need a father and I think she has a right to know you. As much as I'd rather just cut you out of my life completely, I can't."

"Well I see you've already moved on," he said, referring to the glittering diamond on her finger, a slight bit of anger in his voice.

"My personal life is none of your business," Brenda snapped angrily.

"Well your personal life involves my daughter which is my business."

"Look, Dylan, if you want this to work we need to set some ground rules. You don't ask Emma about anything pertaining to my life, for starters. You don't make any decisions when it comes to my parenting, you do not cancel any of the plans you have made with her and you do not make any contact with her that is not been okayed by me first."

"Jesus, Bren, you make me sound like a monster!" Dylan cried, outraged.

"Yeah well in my eyes, you are nothing short of a monster."

"What the hell did I do to you that was so damn bad?"

"Let's see, you left me to go screw with Kelly again. I think that was pretty damn bad."

"You told me to leave! It is none of your business what I did and you have no right to judge me!"

"What did you expect, Dylan? You come around every few weeks looking for a good fuck and then act like a total asshole!"

"I was going through a lot! I thought you of all people would have understood that! Jesus Christ, my wife had just died!"

"So I was really just the rebound, now I get it!" Brenda cried angrily. By this time, everyone in the restaurant had turned around upon hearing the loud argument.

"No, you were never my rebound! Why are you making me such a monster?!"

"Because, Dylan, you are a monster! You had a child with my best friend! The one you left me for, countless times!" Dylan went silent although the anger was still apparent.

"How did you find out about that?" he asked his voice deathly quiet.

"It doesn't matter how, the point is I know and don't you dare say a word to my daughter-"

"Our daughter," Dylan corrected her angrily.

"I don't care. I don't want Emma to know the truth about Sammy. That is my decision with my parenting and you have no say in it therefore you SAY nothing to her about it. And any other secret children you have, you go through me before you start telling her anything."

"Fine, should I record all my conversations with her too?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Brenda shot back snottily.

"Well guess what Bren? I do mind and I won't be recording anything for you. I won't say anything about Sammy but if you found out, it's only a matter of time before she finds out and when she finds out that you knew about it beforehand and didn't tell her, guess who's going to have an angry teenager on their hands."

"I told you, you have NO say in how I parent my daughter. You can come by tomorrow afternoon at three. Here's the address and don't be late, that's one of our rules." And with that, Brenda stood up and tore out of the restaurant, heels clacking. Dylan sighed and glared at anybody with eyes still on him.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" he nearly shouted, chugging back his glass of wine and returning to his hotel suite.

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"Bren! Where the hell were you?" Jason worriedly exclaimed as Brenda walked through the door wearing a tired look.

"Um, I was out. Where's Em?" she asked in a tired voice.

"She's in her room with Sammy. Brenda, where were you?"

"I was out, I told you. Now I need to talk to my daughter," she replied obviously annoyed. Jason nodded, trying to keep the hurt from his face as she pushed past him.

"Hey Mom," Emma smiled as Brenda entered her bedroom. Sammy was lying on the floor engrossed in a tiger puzzle.

"Look Auntie Bwen, I makin' a puzzle!" Sammy exclaimed. Brenda smiled.

"That's great sweetie. Hey can you do me a favour?" He nodded. "Can you go in the living room and ask Uncle Jay to put on some cartoons for you?"

"Otay!" he smiled happily running off. Emma looked at her mother with worry.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Brenda sighed and decided to cut to the chase. Emma was too old to be shielding the truth from anymore.

"Honey, I spoke with your father this afternoon."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because, Em, you need a father and he is your father." Emma stared to the floor.

"What if I don't want him to be my father? Why can't Jason just be my dad?"

"Because, Em, he's not your dad! Dylan McKay is your father and you're going to see him tomorrow. End of story!" Brenda cried.

"But-" Emma objected.

"No buts, I'm your mother and I know what's best for you and you're going to see your father and you're going to call him dad!" Brenda yelled, running out of her daughter's room and into her own. She quickly shut and locked it behind her, letting herself fall to her knees in tears.

It was just too much. She couldn't deal with it anymore. With Dylan expecting her to allow him to just waltz into their lives like nothing had happened, with finding out the truth about Sammy's dad, with finding out that she was infertile, with finding out she was pregnant. It was just too much.

"Brenda?" asked a quiet voice. She sighed and swallowed her tears.

"Who is it?" she asked weakly.

"It's me," Brandon answered. She gently raised herself off the floor and wiped her tears.

"Just a minute," she replied, unlocking the bedroom door and allowing her twin to enter.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked gently.

"Yeah, just dandy."

"Listen, I uh, I heard you with Emma." She nodded.

"I'm sure everyone did. How is she?" she asked sincerely.

"She's pretty shaken up. She's never seen you like this Bren," he replied, taking a seat across from her on the bed.

"I know. I just…I don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"Everything! I don't know how to deal with Kelly knowing what I know, I don't know how to deal with this pregnancy knowing what I know and I don't know how to deal with Dylan. It's just too much to deal with right now!" she cried. Brandon wrapped his arms around her and let her cry. Out of all the men his sister had dated, it seemed that Dylan McKay was the only one who could mess her up this bad. But it was so much worse this time and it killed him to see his twin like this.

"Bren, you should go talk to her. She doesn't understand." Brenda sniffled.

"I know."

"Hey, maybe you should take a load off. Go away for the weekend. Kel and I can hold the down the fort for a little while."

"I can't do that, Bran. There's so much to sort out."

"Brenda, you need to go. Being here and thinking about it is just stressing you out even more. You'll lose the baby if you don't go." She nodded.

"You're right. I should go talk to Em." She smiled at her brother. "Thanks Bran."

"Anytime sis," he replied as she exited her bedroom.

"Emme?" Brenda asked softly entering her daughter's bedroom.

"It's fine Mom, I'll call him 'Dad' and everything will be fine," Emma snapped angrily.

"Sweetie," Brenda said, placing a hand on Emma's shoulder. She rolled over, tears brewing in her eyes. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to snap, I really didn't."

"Then why did you do it?" She sighed.

"I don't know Emme. I'm just going through a lot right now and you have to understand that. Your father and I have a lot of history together which includes a lot of unresolved issues. It's just a lot to deal with." Emma nodded, forgivingly.

"He's really coming here tomorrow?" Brenda nodded.

"Yes."

"I look a lot like him." She nodded with a smile.

"I've noticed that since the day you were born," Brenda commented, gently stroking Emma's long hair lovingly.

"It was hard to raise me, wasn't it?" Again, Brenda nodded.

"Yeah it was but not because you were a hard kid to raise, believe me."

"It was because you were still in love with him and raising me without him was the harder part."

"Not to mention the insane resemblance," Brenda added, smiling gently.

"I love you, Mom," Emma said, finally realizing how rough her childhood had been for her mother.

"I love you too, Em. More than you'll ever know," Brenda replied, holding her daughter tightly as tears stained her eyes. The phone then rang but Brenda didn't pay any attention to it as she heard someone answer it. "Hey, what do you say we do something tomorrow? Just you and me," Brenda suggested. Emma smiled.

"Sounds like a plan."

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"Hello? Is Brenda Walsh available?" a voice asked as Jason picked up the phone.

"Um, who is this?" he asked.

"It's Dylan." Jason's eyes widened.

"Can you hold for a moment?"

"Sure." Jason smiled sarcastically and thought for a moment before picking the phone up again.

"Sorry about that, actually she's not in right now, can I take a message or a callback number?"

"Actually, just tell her to meet me at the Palace around eight. I need to talk to her." Jason nodded.

"Sure thing, goodbye Dylan." Jason hit the 'off' button on the phone and smiled. It definitely wouldn't be Brenda meeting Dylan tonight.