Steffy sat up, pushing the comforter from her naked body. She had been asleep for over an hour and a half, and Bill wasn't back as promised. She wouldn't have cared if she didn't feel the need for a shower. A bath with her leg hanging over the side would have to do. She'd manage that without him.

Pulling herself out of bed, she made her way into the bathroom and smiled. Their bathroom. She would never get tired of hearing that. She didn't think he was ready, but he had proven her wrong. It was as if he was reading her mind. She had gotten so used to him holding her at night and didn't think she could go back to sleeping alone.

Turning on her water, she ran her hand through it and sighed in relief. She would feel so much better once she relaxed. She felt grimy.

Pouring a little of her bubble bath, he'd bought her into the tub, she waited until it filled enough and slid inside. With her leg draped over the side, she washed her body and took comfort in the warm, bubbly water.

Bathing for all of twenty minutes, she scrubbed herself until her skin pruned. Pulling herself out of the water, she was amazed that she didn't get a drop on her cast. Bill would be upset that she'd done it alone, but she was proud of herself. So much so she wanted to get dressed and head down stairs for a glass of wine.

Steffy threw on one of the sundresses she'd brought over and hobbled her way down stairs with her crutches she hadn't had to use in a while. She didn't bother with makeup or any grooming. She'd wet her hair and now had wavy tresses flowing down her back. She didn't get to go natural very often. She felt so much lighter this way, and it was all because of Bill.

Bill had made it easy to love him. He was fun where she needed him to be and her sounding board for all the emotions she hadn't been able to express to anyone but Amber in the past. He didn't judge her, and when she talked to him she could tell he was listening because he wanted to. There was no sense of obligation or connivance. Bill was just Bill. He was the man she could see her forever with, but she'd never admit that to him at this point. It was too soon.

After making her way down the stairs and pouring her glass of wine, Steffy kicked back on the couch. She looked around the house and smiled. It was already gorgeous, so much like home to her already.

She pulled the glass to her lips, ready to savor the contents when the doorbell rang. She looked around waiting for Bill or Justin and chuckled, realizing it was now her house too. She could answer the door. Dragging her crutches close and propelling herself to her feet, she made her way to the door and pulled it open after a few more rings of the doorbell.

Opening the door, she was met with the last person she expected. Attempting to slam the door, she fell forward and was caught by an extended set of arms. Stepping back, she attempted to stabilize herself and check on her unwanted visitor.

"Are you okay?" Steffy asked, truly apologetic for falling forward.

"I'm fine." Katie assured her. "You look like you could use some help. You're a little unsteady on those crutches."

"If I hadn't seen someone at my door that was highly unwelcome I wouldn't have stumbled. You know Bill doesn't want you here, but luckily for you he isn't here. Leave before he gets back."

"Your door?" Katie's eyes bucked. "He's moved you in?"

"As if that's any of your business," Steffy hissed. "What he does doesn't concern you, and he wouldn't be happy to know you're here."

"What's wrong? Afraid he will see me and forget about you?" Katie teased and Steffy rolled her eyes.

"Just get out."

"Not until I make sure you're settled," Katie offered. "Come on." She wrapped an arm around Steffy and led her to the couch, helping her slide into a seat. She glanced at the wine glass and lifted it. "I take it this is yours." She handed it to Steffy and sat down next to her.

"What do you want? Why are you here helping me in your condition? You're what—"

"Eight and a half months." Katie finished for her. "And I came hoping to speak to Bill. He hasn't been returning my calls."

"He blocked your number," Steffy nodded. "You can't harass him with these lies. You know as well as I do that Bill has been in Los Angeles for over nine months. You know he's not the father."

"I know," Katie admitted and blinked away a few tears. "I just need... I need to talk to someone and I don't really have friends. Bill was my friend before things got all crazy."

"You mean before he had to put a restraining order on you that you're obviously breaking by being here?"

"I'm not here to start trouble," Katie assured. "He used to be my friend once upon a time if you can believe that."

"You came to his doorstep trying to push a kid that's not his off on him. You tried to come between us, but he's stated before that you weren't always deranged. Maybe you just lost your way then and decided to amp it up when you realized he was with me."

"It was never about you." Katie ran her hand through Steffy's hair, making her draw back in reaction. Steffy was now very uncomfortable. "You have to know that I didn't come here hating you. It seems that way, but I didn't. I just came wanting Bill."

"Well you can't have him," Steffy said firmly. "We're in love, we live together."

A few things flittered across Katie's face, sadness, jealousy, most recognizable, loss. Steffy knew the look of loss well, she'd held it so many times before Bill. She felt bad for the woman before her that had just confessed to pretty much being alone in the world.

"I'm sorry to be so blunt, but you have to know that Bill has moved on."

"Clearly." Katie nodded. "He wouldn't even let me be at his house alone."

"But you moved in anyway?"

"I needed someone so I focused all my energy on him. It's scared him. It scared me. I got some help. I've been talking to a psychiatrist."

"That's good," Steffy nodded, really meaning it. "I'm glad you're getting the help you need. So if you don't mind me asking, what did you need to talk to Bill about?"

"Stuff he already knows about. My life." She shrugged.

Steffy wasn't sure why, but she wanted to know more. This woman was the only one before her to have a sliver of Bill's heart and affections. She wanted to dig deeper.

"Your life?"

"The fact that my parents gave me away and never looked back. How I vowed that if I ever met them I'd ruin their lives."

Something in the way she spoke gave Steffy pause. She was about to ask when Katie crossed her legs, seemingly getting comfortable. Obviously she had a story to share.

"I always wondered what it would be like."

"How what would be?"

"To meet them. To meet everyone else too."

"I'm not sure I'm the person you should talk to about this. I know I was upset when you showed up, but you can totally wait here for Bill. I'll call and let him know to get home and talk to you."

"Maybe I lied." She shrugged. "I knew you were staying here. I've been driving by your house for the better part of a week. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I just wanted to meet you officially and not have this weird energy between us."

"Well I can't say you accomplished that. This is very weird and borderline creepy. You can't just stalk us."

"I just wanted to meet you and have you actually look at me."

"What's so special about me?" Steffy inquired.

"I—I mean, Bill has good taste in women, obviously. Meeting the woman who replaced me was important."

"No, it's more than that." Steffy shook her head. "How old are you?" Steffy was doing the math in her head. She thought she remembered an incident when she was younger. She was nothing more than a toddler. Her father and Brooke arguing about something they didn't want her or Phoebe to hear when they were playing with their dolls. They were probably around four or five.

"Twenty-four. Three years younger than you."

"Oh shit," Steffy hissed.

"We're not so different, you and I. We were both cast aside for the whims of my mother and sister. I've heard the stories, I know what they did to you. I know how Ridge let them steam roll you and your brother when your twin died. I know how badly they hurt you."

Steffy gulped her wine and knew she needed another glass. "You're the sister." She stayed still, after the confirmation of the conclusion she had already drawn while Katie pulled the bottle closer and poured her another glass.

"I always wondered, growing up, if I had brothers and sisters. I grew up in foster care and got booted out at eighteen. I've fended for myself since I was fourteen and although I feel as if it made me stronger, I've always wanted to see the looks on their faces when they realized it was me."

"This can't be real." Steffy shook her head. "This has to be some sick joke."

"I wish I could laugh." Katie ran her fingers through her own brunette locks. "I've become so bitter because of them, because of the way they discarded me."

Steffy took the second glass down quickly and Katie smiled. "We even have the same taste in men. What are the odds?"

"This is all too eerie. I knew my dad was scum, but this—I can't excuse any of this. He knew about you and just abandoned you, why?"

"Because he was married to your mother when he got my mother pregnant. I was an inconvenience to both of them, but she kept Hope. Hope, the same kid that was conceived with our aunt's husband."

Steffy looked at the girl she now knew was her little sister and swiped tears from her eyes. She never thought she'd have this again when Phoebe died. A sister. A sister that her father hid from the entire family. A sister that had slept with her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry," Steffy finally spoke. "I have no idea... Bill should be—"

"I'm here," Bill called out as he walked into the living room, looking at the scene before him. "What's this? Katie, why are you here?"

"Bill, don't," Steffy pleaded. "It's not what you think. She's not here to cause trouble. She's actually—"

"She's your sister." Bill nodded. "She's had a rough life, I knew that much, but ask her how she got here and who brought her here." Bill looked angry, and Steffy was lost as to what was going on. "Tell her now!" He screamed and Katie shook. Steffy could feel the trembling next to her.

"Bill please stop. She's pregnant. My dad and her mother tossed her away. She just feels—"

"She felt like playing you, playing both of us. Get the hell out of my house." He pointed toward the door, and Steffy just watched as Katie slowly stood.

"You know." She nodded, looking at Bill sadly. "I never meant any of this, and I didn't know... when I came here I was looking for my family. I didn't know you would be here and with my sister no less. It's a small world."

"Too small," Bill barked. "You better not ever come here again. You stay the hell away from Steffy. You and that damn kid."

"Bill," Katie pleaded. "You know we used to be friends."

"Get out!" Bill's face was bloodshot red, and his eyes blazed with anger. Katie quickly made her way to the door, and Bill got down to eye level with Steffy.

"How did you get down here? Let me take you to the bath." He was calm in less than a minute and Steffy was confused.

"I already took a bath, but forget all that. Why were you so rude just then?"

"You shouldn't be going up and down the stairs alone."

"I used my crutches, but stop. Tell me what you came in here like that. You promised to always keep me in the loop. You found out something and I want to know what it is."

"Can I just look at you? Before I get into all that, can I just look at you and tell you that I love you?"

Steffy wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded. "Can I look at you and say I've never met anyone like you and I want to wake up next to you forever?" Bill put his forehead to hers.

"Forever is a long time, Spencer."

"Forever, Forrester."

"I want you to be able to tell me anything."

"I'm quitting Spencer publications. I can't be there or I'll—"

"Quit if you want to. You can do anything you want to."

"Steffy, I'll kill him. I swear, I'll kill him."

Steffy swallowed hard and put her hand on either side of his neck. "I love you, Bill Spencer. You're not going to kill anyone. Whenever you get the urge to do something crazy you just think about the fact that you can come to me. Any time and about anything."

"I got so lucky. You're perfect."

"Now tell me."

"Katie is your sister, that much is true, but she's been playing us all along."

"She admitted that to me. She told me—"

Before Steffy could finish, Justin came running through the door frantically. "Call 911!"

"What's going on?" Bill stood.

"Katie is in the drive passed out in a pool of blood. What the hell happened here?"

"I threw her out," Bill admitted. "I didn't think..."

"She's not responsive, Bill. She's really hurt. I think she fell."

"Oh, God," Steffy ran her fingers through her hair. "If we did this, Bill, if I let this happen—"

"We didn't know..."

"Just shut up!" Steffy screamed. "Just go. Go check on her and make sure she's fine."

Steffy was a wreck. She didn't know this girl, but she had lost a sister before. She wasn't prepared to lose another. Especially one she hadn't even gotten the chance to know. As the guilt crept into her chest she thought about the one person she blamed for all of this and reached for Bill's phone to call him. Her dad had some explaining to do and so did Bill.