After Wrong Comes Right

By: ~*~lauren diane~*~

Rated: R

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the show or the actors.

Summary: AU. . .When a broken-hearted Whip left town, so did Bridget. One year later they meet again. I'm correcting Bell's mistake of dumping Rick before exploring his incredible chemistry with Jennifer. Now this takes place in Paris, but since I know very little French, we're going to ignore the fact that all of the people are speaking English.

Author's Note: I don't watch B&B anymore (I only watched the stuff with Whip.) but this is the couple I was hoping for. Hope you enjoy!

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"Okay, Chicago. . .New York City. . .Des Moines, Iowa. . ." Whip gave a small laugh while listing the places Bridget has lived in the past year.

"Palm Beach and Somerville, South Carolina." Bridget finished the list with him. Whip had brought her to a charming, little restaurant by his work. She completely forgot about the Forrester branch in Paris.

"So, why so many places?"

"My mother kept finding me." No matter where she was or how far she went, Brooke found her.

"She really does love you, Bridget." There he goes again, trying to protect poor Brooke. . .God, don't men have any sense? Her mother used and disposed of him.

"And that's why she married Deacon?" Bridget was starting to except the fact that her mother slept with her husband the first time. She thought they were getting a divorce. Mistakes happen. But getting married wasn't a mistake. She really went through with a wedding she knew was going to tear Bridget apart. Brooke never loved her.

Whip smiled down at his plate for a second before responding. "The Brooke I knew would never have done that. I don't know what happened to her."

"Nothing happened to her, Whip. This is her. I've known her a little longer than you have. I just believed she had changed. I could see you really loved her, and I wanted her to love you, too. You would have made a great little family."

"Can I get you anything else?" The waiter took the empty plates before waiting for a response to his question.

"No, I'm good. Bridget?"

"That's all for me, too." It was quiet for a while after the waiter left. "So, what has the past year been like for you? Any models?" Whip's reputation for having many affairs with gorgeous models preceded him.

He looked down at his plate again before speaking. "Only the one in front of me." He looked up, a shy grin taking hold of his face.

Bridget laughed. "Not much modeling these days. But, hey, I wouldn't even have that on my resume if it weren't for you."

"Well, you're beautiful, Bridget. You deserve to be in the spotlight. Not waitressing in Paris."

"You've always been so good to me. . .so kind, and you never had to be. Thank you."

Whip smiled at Bridget causing her face to feel a little hot. There was something different about him. Before he was just her mother's husband. Now he's just a man she used to know and wants to know again. . .maybe better this time around.

TBC