Making his way into the park, Ridge sat on the bench watching them unnoticed. Brooke looked so young and burden free in her jeans and alma mater sweatshirt, as she ran from swing to swing pushing Little Eric and Hope. At the office, she was still confident and in charge, but there was alight missing in her eyes, a spark that used to be present now only appeared in the presence of her two remaining children. And now here he was to take some of that light away again.

"Unca Ridge," Little Eric yelled, running to him as fast as his legs could carry him.

Ridge stood up and opened his arms. Seconds later, he swept the little boy up and threw him in the air. A minute later, he did the same for Hope. After hugs, kisses, and pleasantries were exchanged, the kids squirmed to be released to explore the jungle gym and slides. "Watch out for Hopey, Eric," he cautioned, as they ran off.

"Hello," Brooke greeted him after making sure the children were playing safely.

"Hi, yourself."

"What are you doing here?"

"Enjoying the peace of the park while I wait for Thomas, Stephie, and Phoebe to finish karate lessons."

Brooke nodded. This park did bring a sense of peace The Eric Junior and Bridget Forrester Park. She'd decided to dedicate the park to her children since she promised Donna not to put their names on a headstone. This she felt, was a nice compromise. She hadn't told anyone about the park, this was just for her, Little Eric, and Hope. She still wasn't sure how Ridge found out. She'd been thinking about doing something similar for her two kids.

"How often do you think about them?" he asked.

"I think about Ric and Bridget all the- -"

Ridge shook his head. "No, not them, our other two."

Brooke paused, they had never talked about the children they lost. Never. How should she answer that? The unvarnished truth or the subtle truth? She was sick of sparing other's feelings only to have it come back at bite her later. "All the time. I think of who they would have been, who they would have looked like, what they would have been like. They are never far from my thoughts. Why? And more importantly why ask now? Do you even care?"

"Oh Logan, I cared. I cried. I love- -" Wiping the tears from his eyes, he started again. "I'm sorry for not being there for you, the last time. It wasn't because I didn't believe you. I just couldn't do it again. I remembered holding your hand at the hospital. Waiting for the doctor to give us the news. I had never been more afraid in all my life. I couldn't go through it all again- -"

Brooke was incensed. "But I could. I could stand to have my heart ripped out again and on top of that have to put up with Stephanie and Taylor saying I was lying and you just standing there, saying nothing. Do you know how that hurt me? How my husband, lover, best friend seemed to believe others' lies," she said, with a voice full of anger and hurt.

Fiddling with a piece of paper, he handed it to her.

"What is this?" she asked, opening the paper. "What the hell! What is this?" She couldn't believe what she was reading.

"We were talking about it in a session and I had to know. That letter appeared very conveniently ."

"You seemed to believe it at the time," she said bitterly.

He looked down at the ground.

"Oh wait is this another one of those you did believe me, but you didn't have the strength to go against your mom or Taylor again?" she asked sarcastically. Brooke read the paper and her eyes widened. "How is this possible! This is a lie."

Ridge shook his head. "That's what I thought, but the lab

double and triple checked it."

"How did this happen? This isn't possible. We never- -" She looked at him bewildered. Running her fingers through her hair stopped her from banging her head against the bench. She glanced over at her children happily playing without a care in the world. Taking a deep breath, she faced Ridge again. "Explain everything from the beginning," she demanded, her eyes daring him to look away.

"I had to know. One time, when I was at the house, I went into her room and grabbed her brush. I took it to the lab to be tested and those were the results. I'm just as shocked as you are."

"How long have you known?"

"I got the results right before I came here."

"How are you Ric's father? We never slept to- -"

Ridge looked away from her.

"We slept together," she said, raising her voice.

"Yes, once."

Shaking her head, she got up from the bench and paced. "I would have remembered. I was only unfaithful once with Eric."

"It was an accident- -"

"An accident? I accidentally had sex with you and I can't remember?"

"You were working hard in the lab, Dad thought you were too stressed so he slipped a relaxant in your wine- -"

"He did what?"

"He was just trying to help, Logan."

"I can't remember- -" she paused, "continue with your story."

"It made you a little loopy. Dad got called into the office and not knowing what Dad had done I kept refilling our wine glasses over dinner. Next thing I know, I'm having an erotic dream about you and me. And slowly I wake up to find you on top of me and as I come to the realization that it wasn't a continuation of my dream, you cry out Dad's name." Ridge shuddered.

Brooke's mouth dropped open.

"As gently as I could have, I pushed you off of me, you fell asleep a few minutes later, and I left."

"I don't remember one single thing about that night," she said with tears in her eyes. She had sex with Ridge and couldn't even remember. Ric was named after his Grandfather and not his father. Why couldn't she and Ridge keep their hands off each other? Though she was grateful that she at least thought he was Eric. She shook her head, she must have been really out of it to confuse those two bodies. All this time, she secretly thought Bridget was really Ridge's daughter but she hadn't dared have them retested. She didn't want to rock the boat. Bridget had a father in Eric for better or worse. Never in a million years would she have guessed that Ric was Ridge's biological son. Ugh! Sometimes her life was so damn strange. "How did you get Ric's hair sample?"

"He used her brush. Brooke- -" he stopped, he didn't know what to say to her. What could he say? That he was sorry. He wasn't sorry to know they had created a child together. He was, in fact, ecstatic to know they had a son, even if his knowledge of this miracle came too late.

Brooke's mind couldn't stop spinning. She had so many questions, so many thoughts, she didn't know where to begin. She figured she'd start with the one that wouldn't shut up. "What are we going to do?"

What are we going to do, indeed, thought Ridge.