"What are you going to do?" Greta asked Robbie after he'd explained everything to her.

Robbie shrugged, "I don't know. I don't know if I should tell Robyn the truth or keep it a secret. I wish I'd listened to Doctor Malone but I was too stupid to and now I've got myself caught up in this situation and Kit hates me. I should have talked to him about it, I should have told him."

"Kit doesn't hate you. Telling him would have been a good idea but it can't be helped now. We have to think about what we're going to do about Robyn."

"I can't tell her. Kit will kill me and it'll kill her."

"She has a right to know."

"I can't do it!" Robbie exclaimed getting up from his chair, "I've done enough damage already."

Greta sighed and stood up also, "I don't know if you've met my daughter, Gabriella."

"I can't say I have."

"Well she's my daughter but she isn't Ché's,"

Robbie looked at Greta in total surprise, "You mean you…?"

Nodding Greta replied, "Contrary to popular belief me and Ché haven't always had a good time in our marriage. Some years back we hit an incredibly rough spot. I was left to look after six children while Ché was concentrating on his career and only his career."

"That must have been tough,"

"It was. I got to a point where I wanted something for myself, some attention. So I left the children with Yuliya, Sportacus' mother, and went out. Somewhere through the evening I went to a bar and met a man, he sympathised with me and my problems with Ché. It seemed like he really understood where I was coming from and we fell to talking in a way I've never talked to anyone before, even Ché. We talked for hours and after having one too many drinks one thing led to another and I'm sure you know the rest."

"What did you tell Ché?"

"Nothing for many years. I spent the night with Ché a matter of days after this other man and so there was no suspicion when I fell pregnant but I didn't know who the father was. Several months after I had given birth to Gabriella I ran into my one night stand and he knew instantly that there was a chance that he was the father. I had no choice but to tell Ché about my affair and also land the blow on him that the baby might not be his."

"What happened?"

Greta shrugged, "Nothing. He looked at me in a way I'd never seen him look at me before and he kissed me on the cheek. I know he was disappointed in me but perhaps it was the wake up call we both needed to tell us that we'd run deeply into trouble. We never spoke of what happened properly for some years until Ché decided he had to know whether or not Gabriella was his. A test was done and it proved negative but Ché never treated Gabriella any differently from his other children. When Gabriella was old enough to understand we told her about her real father."

"How did she take it?"

"Badly at first but after a while the dust settled and she asked Ché to be the father of the bride at her wedding. Ché knows how you feel and he will advise you just as I have to tell Robyn. I know it won't be easy but it has to be done."

Robbie shook his head, "It wouldn't be fair. Not now, she's not well."

"In my view it's better to tell her while she's unwell rather than wait until she's better just to throw her back to the state she's in now. The longer you wait the harder it will be for you and the worse it will be for her. Your relationship with Robyn will have less chance of surviving the longer you keep it from her. You also need to tell her before that Ellen does."

Sighing Robbie nodded. He had no choice but to tell Robyn and knew that Greta was right. Keeping the secret from Robyn was eating away at him and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it locked up inside. The risk that Ellen would yet again stick her oar in was very real and he knew it would sound worse coming from her than it would him. Resigning himself to his fate he sat back down and thought just how he'd break the news to Robyn.

"What are we going to do about the wedding?"

Ché paced the airship as he pondered Kit's question, "I know this isn't what you want to hear but we should think of cancelling the wedding."

"I hate to admit it but you're right. With all this stuff going on it wouldn't be fair but what do I tell Robyn?"

Sportacus removed his hand from his head and sat forward, "Whatever you tell her she'll understand."

"Like she'll understand when you tell her you chose a floozy over her!" Kit spat.

"Hey!" Ché exclaimed calming Kit's tongue instantly, "Don't make me knock your heads together again. It hurts you much more than it hurts me and you know I won't think twice about doing it."

Kit and Sportacus looked at each other and made a silent agreement not to argue anymore in Ché's presence. Their heads still throbbed from when they had been knocked together after Kit's temper had risen again and an argument had broken out over Ellen.

Trixie walked Robyn home after Robbie had called her. She knew that Kit had spoken to him when she'd heard his voice. It had been strained as if he were on the point of tears. Worried about Robbie and what had happened between him and Kit she wanted to stay with him and Robyn until it was sorted out but something told her it would be impossible. Whatever had happened or was going to happen she knew that they had to sort it out alone.

Greta stepped out of the house when she saw Trixie approaching with Robyn and helped Robyn inside the house before leaving it. Taking Trixie by the elbow she led her away giving only the brief explanation that Robbie and Robyn had to talk alone. She knew that the girl wasn't satisfied with the explanation she was given but it had to do, what was to be said within those four walls was only for the four ears of the two people inside them.

Robbie held both of Robyn's hands as he sat beside her on the sofa. Looking deeply into her eyes he breathed in deeply and looked away before saying, "Robyn, there's something I need to tell you."