The cold blows around me as I stand overlooking the Thames from the balcony of the apartment I'm supposed to be decorating. The floor has just been laid, dark oak boards glistening in the half light of the lamp that is on loan from the construction workers while the exposed brick gives a dim yellow hew to the room which made me feel nauseated. Late December means that it's already dark by 5pm, but London is never truly dark, and I watch the lights dance off the river as I think about my future and all that had happened in the last month.

Logan had been shocked when I told him about the baby and excited.

"Dee, are you sure? How… how far along?"

"10 weeks I think, I found out just after you came back. I wanted to tell you then, but I was so unsure how things would work with you…. I was scared. I have an ultrasound booked for two weeks' time" I stood up and went to move inside; but Logan caught my hand and rose to join me, his hand grazing my stomach.

"I… Dee this is amazing! I'm gonna be a Dad!" In the back of my mind a small voice, just not with the woman you thought, I shook my head to push it aside.

"So you want this? Us, you, me this baby? You want to do this?" I turned slightly; I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes

"I'm all in Duchess, I already said I want to try and build a life with you if you'll have me" his arm closed in around me as he hugged me from behind his hand meeting mine over my stomach. He kissed my hair and whispered "Odette, I don't want to do this just for the baby, I want to do this because I do love you. Marry me, please".

Two weeks later Logans face shone with a new light as he saw our baby on the screen, his eyes met mine as the fuzzy profile came into view, we celebrated at our favourite Indian restaurant that night, but I begged him not to tell his family.

"Not yet, I just want this one thing for us, let them plan the wedding, let them plan where we live, let them have that, but this… this is ours. Our little bubble of happy"

But all bubbles must burst. The call came on a Sunday afternoon

"Ace, hey… Full disclosure, Odette's here I promised her no secrets or games, I'm putting you on speaker" before she could protest, he had pressed the little button.

"Logan no, I have something to tell you, please" her voice sounded husky, like she had been crying too.

"So what's going on? I thought you and I were going no contact?"

"Logan, please take me off, I really need to talk to you, alone"

"Rory what ever you have to say to me I'm gonna tell Odette, we're together, really together and we're…"

"Fine… I'm pregnant and it's yours!" the line went dead as she hung up. Logan

"Rory…Ror…. Dee I gotta call her back, baby I'm sorry" he slumped into the sofa grabbing the handset of his phone and pressing buttons furiously "I promise you I've not seen her in….."

"11 weeks and 4 days…" I slumped down to the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest and looked over my glasses "Call her Logan, call her now".

And just like that….. poof…..

He called her to let her know he would always be there for them both, that they would want for nothing, but we were due to marry in the new year. He told her that he would pay for Drs bills, for schools, for a house. I could feel myself pulling away over the next few days as he called his lawyer to draw up papers for her child support. As he called his family to let them know he'd screwed up but how me and him were still ok and working on things. As I booked his flights so he could see her to talk things over face to face.

"It shouldn't take more than a week Duchess then when I come back we can start looking for a house, a big house for jellybean to play in and dogs, we'll get dogs".

He was gone for three.

He called to say that his dad had business for him while he was there – did I mind if he stayed? He could fly me out.

"No Logan but I was thinking, I may go and visit my grandmother for a few days, do you mind? I just might not be back until after you come home?"

"whatever you want Duchess".

I had already packed. My grandmother had a small house just outside Paris, which was just where I wanted to be right now. She was on a world cruise so the house was quiet, and I could sit and think in peace about my future, the great what if. I didn't really know what I was thinking until I was in the air on the long 18 hour flight across the Atlantic, I had to see for myself before I could truly decide.

I was early, too early and had watched them looking at cribs in the store window, he held her hand and kissed it before handing her an envelope and climbing into his car, I hadn't realised I would see them together when I arrived, so I made my way to the Inn as we had discussed.

As she entered I could see her small bump already starting to show. She was glowing but she also had a sadness behind her eyes which I knew only too well. She knew how it felt to be the other woman. As I stood to greet her, she looked me up and down and I saw the hurt and betrayal cross her face as her eyes rested on my stomach. He hadn't told her. An unexpected wave of sympathy hit me and I held out my hand and then I knew.

It was awkward, the two woman pregnant by the same man meeting face to face.

"I feel like I should be on one of those crappy day-time shows" I muttered under my breath. She tried to smile. "Thank you for meeting with me"

"Odette, I didn't…. I'm…"

"Please Rory. He didn't tell you? And now you're the one finding out things, it's not fair this whole situation isn't fair. So I'm taking myself out of the equation, or as much as I can. I just wanted to let you know in person". I kissed her cheek and took up my coat. "Au revoir Rory". I was already gone before she could say anything.

I had already written the letters on my flight over to America, so I kissed them and posted them in the next mailbox I saw, one for Logan, one for his family and one for my lawyer.

I was back in London and out of the Holland Park apartment before Logan had read his.

"My Dear Logan,

As much as I love you, I can't love enough for both of us to make this work. I will never stand in the way of you being happy unless it hurts me or our child, so I stand aside.

In the words of someone far wiser than I, 'Your girl is lovely Hubble.' "

So here I stand, on the cold balcony of my new home, a small gift from the Huntzburger family, looking forward to my new life in London. I feel the flutter as my baby squirms within me and make a promise to him or her that we will be ok. I am no longer the other woman, I am Odette and I am happy.