Andrew Martin sat on the porch at his home in the Hamptons, staring out at the ocean as the waves crashed against the sand. 24 hours ago his life was perfect and then everything came crashing down. In 2 short hours, he learned his wife of 6 years had been having an affair with Henry Butler and the woman he's been sleeping next to for the past 7 months was her twin sister Bridget Kelly. How could he have not noticed her difference? Siobhan was cold and out of touch with him, but Bridget was so warm, gentle and caring. She was the woman she fell in love with, but it was all a lie. Wasn't it? She'd lied to him for 7 months, pretended to be Siobhan, who apparently killed herself. He should be completely anger and pissed off, but he wasn't. He understood why she did what she did, Bridget made everything right, Juliet was a whole different person and so was he. She fixed everything Siobhan screwed up.

"Daddy?" Juliet Martin said walking on onto the back porch.

Andrew looked up at his daughter and forced a smile. "Yes sweetheart?"

She sat down next to him, "Are you going to be ok?"

"I don't know honey."

Juliet sighed. "I don't hate her you know?" She said referring to Bridget. "I know this weekend is about us getting away, but I can't help but to think about her"

"I know what you mean. I don't hate her either. Lying was wrong, but she did a lot of good." Andrew said with a nod. Truth was, he missed her. He wanted to run home and sweep her into his arms, but his pride was getting in the way.

"What are we going to do daddy?"

"What do you want Juliet?"

Juliet sighed heavily. "Her back. She may have lied, but Bridget helped me through everything. No matter how mean I was to her, she was always there." She said as the tears in her eyes began to fall.

Andrew nodded, his daughter was right. Bridget did fix everything, she helped his daughter overcome everything and be a better person. She was the mom to her that Siobhan and Catherine never were. "Come here" Andrew said softly.

Juliet got up and sat down on her father's lap as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love her."

"As do I" He replied, holding his daughter softly. Andrew looked over when he heard his phone beep; he looked down, 'One new voicemail' flashed across his screen. He put his phone up to his ear and hung his head low as he heard her voice. She sounded upset, like she'd been crying, something was wrong; he could hear it in her voice. Andrew put his phone down and looked at his daughter. "Pack your stuff we're going back"

Juliet looked confused and worried. "What's wrong daddy?"

"I don't know. It was Bridget, she sounded upset, like something was terribly wrong. I maybe pissed off at her, but she sounded like she needed me." Andrew paused and handed his daughter his phone. "Listen."

She took the phone, pressed play and held it up to her ear. Hearing Bridget's shaky voice, made the teenage girl worry. When the voicemail was over, she handed the phone back to her father and nodded. "I'll be ready in 10 minutes tops" And with that Juliet was off to pack up her bags.

Andrew nodded and went to his room to do the same. He packed as fast as he could, he could feel it in his gut something was wrong. And yeah, she lied to him for 7 months, but he loved her and she obviously needed him. Things may not be ok right away, they had a lot to talk about, but he was going to her no matter what.

Bridget had been sleeping most of the day, if she wasn't puking her guts out, she was lying in bed. She looked at her phone only for the millionth time and sighed. Who was she kidding, he wasn't going to call her back, there was no way. She led him on for months, well sort of. Who would love her after the shit she pulled and not to mention her past.

Bridget was in the bathroom again when she heard a knock on the door, it was only noon. Who could possibly be here at this time? It wasn't Solomon, her appointment wasn't until 2. She heard the knock again, wiped her face, pulled her hair back tighter and walked towards the door. Bridget opened it wide and almost fell on the floor when she saw who was standing there.

"Andrew? What are you doing here?" Bridget asked, not that she wasn't happy to see him, but this was a bit shocking. She never told him to come to her and beside how the hell did he even find her? "Come in." She said moving aside and closing the door behind him.

Andrew walked inside and turned to face her. She was a complete mess, she wasn't the same woman he saw less than 24 hours ago, something was wrong. "I got your message. You said you needed to talk."

Bridget sat down on the bed and looked up at him. "Yeah I do, but you could've just called. How did you even find me anyways?"

"Solomon." He paused and sat down in the chair across from her. "By the sound of your voice, it's something that doesn't need to be discussed over the phone. So Juliet and I came back"

Bridget smiled a little, he did actually care for her. "Where is she?"

"At the house, I told her I'd call when she could come over. She wants to talk to you."

"Ok." Bridget said with a nod.

"Now what's wrong? Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like someone ran you over." Andrew said with a small sigh, he was really worried.

Bridget sighed and looked away. "I know after everything I've done, you probably need your space and I understand that, but there's something you need to know before you take that space." She paused and looked back up at him. "I've done enough lying, I can't do it anymore."

Andrew took hold of her hand and looked into her eyes. "What is it Bridge?"

Bridget let go of his hand and reached into the drawer of the dresser next to her bed, she pulled out the pregnancy stick and handed it to him. "I'm pregnant Andrew. I have a doctor's appointment at 2 to make sure completely."

Andrew took down at the test in his hands. Two pink lines was all he could see, everything else was blurry. He didn't know whether to be happy or upset about this. After all he was technically still married, even if Siobhan was dead. Little did he know, she was alive and staying at Henry's. "I want to go with you." He said never looking up from the test.

"Of course, I'll go get ready know. You can either wait here or meet me there." Bridget said standing up and walking over to the bathroom.

"I'll wait." He said still looking at test in his hand; maybe once they knew for sure, he would know how he felt about it.

Bridget took one last look at the lost man sitting in the chair next to her bed, he wasn't taking this the way she expected, but at least he wasn't screaming at her. The man that told her to leave yesterday was not the man sitting in her hotel room.