Hey you guys! My apologies on taking so long to update! A lot has been going on in my real life. I'll try not to leave you hanging this long again.

On another note, it's been so hard finding motivation to write STILL. The show is a complete mess that I've curently taken a hiatus from. I hope they fix it soon, but I won't hold my breath. It seems as if they are going from bad to worse, so as a special treat to you guys I will lay waste to Brooke and Liam before the story is done. Pick your poison, dm me the ways you'd like them tortured and i'll do my best to make it happen.

Well anyway, enough of my ranting. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

"Steffy, help me."

Steffy's head flew up from her pillow and she threw the covers from her legs. As sweat beaded her skin she realized she was waking from a very vivid dream. The same one that had haunted her for days.

As she looked over at her sleeping boyfriend she sighed into the air. She needed to make a call. She wouldn't get any rest until she did.

After dialing the number she let the phone ring several times before getting an answer. Her hand trembled as she asked her questions and received the answers she'd hoped. When she hung up she felt the bed shift and took a deep breath.

"She's fine," Bill mumbled sleepily. "They're going to call if anything changes."

"He's sneaky, Bill. You know the kind of person your dad is."

"I know, baby." Bill kissed the back of her shoulder. "It's just—we've been at that hospital every day for two weeks, you needed rest."

"But what if she wakes up and we're not there? What then?"

"We will get there as fast as we can. You can't be everywhere at once. You're pulling double duty at the office and at the hospital when you're not there."

"Because I had to be everywhere," she sighed. "I have to be everything. Amber can't do it all alone. We have to hire new people and..."

"Steffy, I've taken care of that. I have a new PR guy for you. His name is Wyatt Fuller, he's highly recommended out of Chicago, and he's going to pick up where Brooke left off. Amber is filling in doing her's and Liam's positions, and I'm interviewing Wyatt's mother Quinn to replace your dad. She's run her own company and would be a huge asset to Forrester. She's also a very talented jewelry designer. It's all going to work out."

Steffy was silent for a while and spoke into the darkness. "While I was at the office earlier, I called and you were gone. Where did you go?"

There were about two hours when she couldn't reach Bill, and it worried her. With his father on the loose she never liked not hearing from him. He'd quit Spencer, and William was not happy. Justin was still working there, keeping an eye on things, but Bill refused to step foot in that building again.

"I just got a call and had to sit down with someone. It's nothing to worry about."

"I'm always worried. I can't believe it came to all this," Steffy inhaled sharply.

"It had to be done. Your mom made all the right calls."

"I know she did," Steffy nodded. "I just...the way he looked at me when I fired him."

Taylor called a meeting at Forrester the day after Katie's hospitalization and announced a few major changes. Everyone was shocked. No one more than Ridge.

"What's this about Taylor?" Ridge bellowed as he walked into his office at Forrester. Taylor had summoned them all, Eric included.

"You, me, the kids, and this business," Taylor answered firmly.

"You don't have a place in this business," Brooke told Taylor and crossed her arms. "You only have the shares you weaseled out of Ridge during the divorce."

"Weaseled?" Taylor rolled her eyes. "He's lucky I didn't take the clothes off his back after what he did to our family. My children were destroyed."

"Destroyed?" Ridge's voice raised an octave. "Thomas and Steffy are fine."

"Steffy stayed with that loser for years because of your influence, and we hardly see Thomas. He doesn't even call because of you."

"I don't recall me being the one to pack up and leave like a thief in the night, so don't you dare. I loved you, I loved our family."

"You loved us so much—you know what," Taylor threw her hand up. "I'm not doing this. I didn't come here for this. I came here to handle some much needed changes around here."

"Changes?" Brooke sat up. "What could you possibly want to do here?" Her voice was venomous as she spoke and Steffy could see her mother's defensive walls fly up.

"You are never to speak to me that way again. I will end you, bitch."

"Well bring it on," Brooke crossed her arms. "I've been waiting to smack the smugness off of your face."

"You lay one hand on my mother and I'll break your bony little fingers," Steffy warmed.

"You won't touch—"

Hope was cut off by Ridge. "Enough! Why did you call us here, Taylor?"

"For restructuring. My twenty five percent along with the unanimous decisions between Eric, myself, and Steffy means there we be some reassignment of duties around here. We need something fresh."

"Fresh? What does that mean? Dad? Steffy?"

"Dad, you're fired indefinitely," Steffy announced. "This isn't like last time, we won't ask you back."

"We? Since when do you have enough stock to make those kind of decisions?" Ridge questioned Steffy and instead of cowering or backing down, she crossed her arms and held her head high.

"Since mom gave me ten percent of her shares."

"You did what?" Ridge's angry tone shot through Steffy, but she remained calm. "You wouldn't even sell them back to me."

"I don't need these shares. The longer I have them, the longer I'm tied to this family. The only way I need to be tied is through my children. I'm finally letting go, but it will never benefit you."

"So you'd give away shares worth millions rather than let me purchase them? It's awfully vindictive, Taylor."

"Vindictive? You haven't seen vindictive yet. You're fired, so are Brooke and Hope, and you are never to step foot in here again. My shares are split as follows, ten percent to Steffy, ten percent to Amber, Thomas declined his portion, he says this place it like a cold death, and five percent to Katie."

"Katie?" Ridge exhaled loudly. "You don't even know her."

"That's where you're wrong. Before I moved back here I was in New York and I was her psychiatrist. I didn't know who she was then, but now that I know she's my kid's sister, she needs to be taken care of. She's not the mess you want to make her out to be."

"Taylor, can we just talk?" Ridge pleaded.

"It's all done. The transfers have been made and that's all there is to it. Now, if you'd please leave the building before we have you escorted out. All of you," Eric announced. "We have work to do."

"I can't sleep," Steffy finally said into the dark room after attempting to go back at Bill's request.

"Okay. Come here," Bill pulled her back into his chest. "You know, now might be a good time to talk to me about what's going on on your head. I know you're overwhelmed, but it seems like a little more. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I guess. Just tired."

"You know sleep fixes being tired, right?"

"I know that, but being wound up prevents it. I've been trying to relax, but Katie slipping into that coma has me on edge."

"That among other things." Bill kissed the side of her head. "Did I tell you how amazing you are?"

"I don't know about that," Steffy sighed. "I still haven't figured out how to prove your dad pushed Katie in our driveway. Isn't it suspicious that the camera suddenly went out that day?"

"Or course it's suspicious. It's how he operates, but you let me worry about that. I don't have a job, remember?"

"You can always work with me, Bill. You know that."

"I'll figure something out. I won't be like Liam, using my girlfriend for a job."

"You wouldn't be using me. I actually asked you and I need you."

"You don't. Quinn is going to work out, I'm sure of it."

"You have so much faith when it comes to my business, when it comes to my niece, your sister."

"She's an innocent baby." It was a shock to both Steffy and Bill when Liam informed them William Senior was the baby's father. Katie was awake long enough to give birth, hold her baby once, and name her Zoe before falling into a coma. She hadn't been awake since.

"She is," Steffy nodded. "I just feel horrible that she's not with her mother." Steffy looked across the room at the bassinet that held the sleeping infant."

"She's with her aunt and brother," Bill announced. "That's going to have to be enough until we know more."

They'd brought Baby Zoe home from the hospital a week earlier. Both were novices when it came to children, but they were making due. Between them, Amber, Justin, and Taylor everyone was pitching in.

"That's weird, right?" Steffy laughed. "Our family is becoming more and more intertwined. Here it thought it would just be you and me."

"It was never going to be just you and me. Our crazy ass friends and family were always going to be involved." Steffy could feel him swallow hard behind her. "And any kids we have, they would be here too."

"Kids?" Steffy turned around in his arms. "I thought—"

"I say a lot of things, but I'm realizing they all change for you. Seeing you with Zoe, I can't imagine you not having that. You're a natural."

Steffy smiled into the dark room and touched his face. "You really amaze me daily, Spencer."

"And you make me love you more and more each day."

"Oh, Spencer, you're lucky we're not alone in this room tonight. I'm feeling very lovable."

"Can you keep it down?" Bill hopped to his feet. "I'll take her to Justin's room."

"It's late, Bill. He's sleeping, she's sleeping."

"You're going to have to learn to multitask if you want a family Forrester."

"So I have to learn how to ride you quietly and stash babies with Justin? Got it." Steffy nodded.

"You're such a smart ass."

"Language. There is a baby present," Steffy warned. "We will not speak that way on front of children."

"Sorry, Baby Zoe," Bill whispered. "I'll watch my mouth. Auntie is going to bite my head off."

Steffy stared at him as he stroked Zoe's slick head and wrapped her arms around herself. This was what she needed. After all the madness, sweet moments with Bill and her niece were what mattered.

"Bill, would you mind if—"

"I'm already on it. I know." Bill lifted Zoe's tiny body and placed her in Steffy's arms. "She looks so comfortable," he admitted.

"I'm comfortable too. I love her so much already."

Bill kissed her forehead and laid back, pulling her and Zoe against his chest. Zoe cooed and smacked her lips together, earning a quiet giggle from both Steffy and Bill.

"Looks like she's hungry again," Bill teased. "She really does eat a lot."

"My mom says we all ate a lot as babies. I was chunky."

"You? Never." Bill shook his head. "Not my supermodel."

"I'm not a supermodel, and yes I was a chubby baby. I'll show you pictures."

"This I can't wait to see. I know you were adorable."

The room fell silent with nothing but the hushed breathing from Zoe and the gentle sweeps across her clothed back. Steffy was almost lulled into a deep sleep when the doorbell and a series of loud knocks woke both her and Zoe. She shook Bill, and he rose to his feet, pushing them to the side.

Through Zoe's cries, Bill spoke. "I'll get it. Just work on getting her back to sleep while I kill whoever is stupid enough to come here this late."

"Be careful," Steffy requested, and Bill agreed. She had become so anxious since Katie's accident.

Minutes passed with no word from Bill and Steffy finally threw on her robe and made her way to the stairs. Zoe was screaming by this point. It was almost as if she knew something had changed. By the time Steffy made it to the door handcuffs were being placed on Bill's wrists.

"Go back to bed, baby." Bill said softly.

"Bill, What is this? What's going on?"

Before he could say anything the officers spoke. "William Bill Spencer Junior, you are hereby under arrest for the murder of William Bill Spencer Senior. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court."

"Murder? He's dead?" The words made Steffy think. Those two hours. Bill had made it clear he was liable to kill his father if forced to spend more than a few minutes in his company, but staring into his eyes she didn't see a killer. She saw the man who taught her how to change a diaper. The man who had, moments earlier, proposed a life with kids to her.

"Steffy, take Zoe upstairs. I'll be fine."

"He didn't do this, officers," Steffy defended. "He wouldn't."

"His dna was found on the victims body." The officer held Bill's right hand up and, for the first time, Steffy saw the bruises on his knuckles.

"The victim was beaten to death in his office. We suspect it was this afternoon, but his assistant called security to break down the door a few hours ago. He'd been in there half the day."

"Steffy, just let me handle this. Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be home before you know it."

Steffy walked close enough to see the sweat beads forming on his forehead and realized he was being strong for her. Leaning to kiss her forehead, Bill was ripped away before his lips met her skin. He was pulled out of the door shortly afterward.

Leaning against the door as she heard the cars pull out of the driveway, she looked at Zoe, taking in her loud cries and let a tear of her own drop. She closed her eyes briefly and tried to soothe the wailing baby in her arms only to feel her being taken away.

"Get some rest," Amber told Steffy, cradling Zoe in her arms. "Justin is going down there. I'm sorry, sweetheart, this doesn't look good."

"What?" Steffy ran and hand over her tired face.

"Bill was at Spencer today, Justin saw him. He and William had a fight. It got pretty rough."

"Did Bill kill him?"

"Steffy, I hope not, but it looks really bad."

"Really bad just got worse." Steffy swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."