"This isn't exactly how I imagined my wedding day," Robin mused as she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror. Maxie stood behind her, helping her to manage her hair into a somewhat messy French twist. Pulling a few tendrils loose around her temple, Robin smiled at her reflection. "I thought that I would be able to walk for one thing."

"It doesn't matter the circumstances, it only matters that it's happening," Georgie told her kindly. "When I married Dillon, we thought he was dying. Even if everything didn't work out, I don't regret doing it. It was a dream come true."

"I never really believed in dreams," Robin replied. "But when I met Stone, all that changed. Every time I think about how much I love Patrick, I can't help but think about Stone. He's the first one who really opened my heart."

"You know what I think?" Maxie asked as she wrapped a stray piece of hair around the barrel of a curling iron. "I think that Stone sent Patrick to you. He knows that he can't be here, so he picked someone he knew would love and care for you in a way he couldn't."

Robin thought about her first love for a moment, a reminiscent smile playing across her frosted lips. "I'd like to think that Stone would be happy for me. I miss him every single day, and I probably will for the rest of my life. Even as much as I love Patrick, I still think Stone was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"But he's not second best," Georgie commented. She was dealing with the repercussions of her breakup from Dillon still, and she didn't want to believe that you could never have anything better than a first love."

Robin shook her head. "Of course not, Patrick is the man I was made to marry," she retorted confidently.

A knock on the door interrupted the girls' moment as Mac popped his head into the room. "I brought you something," he announced, signaling for the girls to leave them alone. Maxie and Georgie each embraced Robin before leaving silently. "Here you are."

Taking the paper satchel from her uncle, she pulled out a folded nightgown. "Oh, Mac, it's beautiful," she cried, fingering the delicate lace. "Where did you find this?"

"It belonged to my mother, your grandmother," he said. "I've had it in a trunk in our attic for years, waiting for the right moment to give it to you. Since you can't wear a wedding dress, I thought that this might do instead."

"This is perfect, thank you so much," she murmured, holding it over her plaid flannel gown. "What do you think?"

"I think you will be the most beautiful bride this world has ever seen," he assured her, dropping to kiss the crown of her head. "I'll send the girls back in to help you get dressed. I'm going to go check on Patrick."

She nodded as he turned to go. Reaching out, she tugged on his cuff to stop him. "I love you, Uncle Mac. I am so glad that you raised me. I know that I have a father, but you're my dad."

With wet eyes, Mac reached back to embrace his niece again. "And you are my oldest daughter, my Robin," he said. "I have always been so proud to have raised you, but just now, what you said, I think it's the proudest I have ever been. I love you, Robin."

She kissed his cheek and swatted him playfully. "No fair making a bride cry on her wedding day," she teased. "Now, send in the girls, I have a wedding to dress for."

Lucky pulled the police car to the back driveway at Audrey's house after seeing the kitchen flooded with light. Killing the engine, he looked over at Emily and sighed deeply. "Are you ready for this?"

Emily met his gaze and then looked past him at the cottage. "I don't think you're ever ready for something like this," she remarked sadly, regret evident in her voice. "Are you sure about this, Lucky? It's not too late for you to back out."

"Wait, what are you saying, Em? Are you starting to have regrets?"

She shook her head fiercely. "Not at all, not even for a minute," she assured him. "I just want to give you one last chance to back out. I'll understand, I promise."

"I'm not even about to let you get off that easy," he grinned, wishing that he could kiss her. Instead, he reached over and rested his hand on her thigh. "I am invested in this, Em, invested in you. I meant it when I said I loved you."

With one last smile, they crawled out of the car, the slam off the door echoing throughout the neighborhood. As they started up the path, Emily realized she had left her pager in the car. Since she would be on-call within the hour, she needed to make sure she had it with her. Lucky reached the door alone and peaked through the small window. Surprised at what he saw, he wasn't sure exactly how it was going to work out.

"I'm done, Mommy!" Cameron announced, dropping his fork onto his place loudly.

Elizabeth looked over at his place and nodded her permission. "Go wash your hands and brush your teeth. I'll be up in a few minutes to help you get dressed."

Cameron took off running toward the stairs as Liz returned to feeding Spencer his breakfast. Nikolas was next to her, reading the business section of the newspaper. Her feet were in his lap, resting comfortably against his knee. Every once in awhile, he would reach down and tickle her toes or rub her arch. A minute later, Spencer seemed to be finished as well, causing Elizabeth to gather herself up and lift him out of the highchair. Nikolas jumped up to help her, grinning as she danced the baby around the bright kitchen.

"Let me take him," Audrey said as she came into the room with an empty mug. "I don't get to spend much time around babies these days now that Cam has gotten so big. I should practice before Elizabeth has her baby. It's only a few months away."

"Alright," Nikolas agreed. "I'll be up in a few minutes to take over. Thank you for all your help through this, Audrey."

"Of course," she smiled genuinely before heading back toward the living room with Spencer in her arms.

Once they were alone again, Nikolas crossed the room and helped Elizabeth begin to clean up the table. With the dishwasher loaded and the food put back in the refrigerator, she crossed back to the window to stare out at the backyard. She smiled as she noticed the fat white flakes drifting from the sky. "It's snowing."

"It is?" Nikolas murmured as he came up behind her. Resting his hands on her hips, he enjoyed the weight of her leaning against his body. "I love the snow. It makes everything so white, so pure, so clean. It's like a new beginning."

"Kind of like us," Liz smiled as she looked up at him. A soft knock on the back door broke them out of their private reverie, and immediately, Elizabeth knew that it was Lucky. She looked up at Nikolas and frowned. "It's him."

Nikolas glanced toward the driveway and saw the police car. He could see Emily busily scrounging through her bag in the passenger seat. "She's with him."

Taking a deep breath, she pasted a fake smile on her face and jogged toward the door. "Lucky, come in!"

"Thanks," he said, shaking the snow from his hair. "Where's Cam?"

"He's upstairs with Grams and Spencer," Elizabeth replied as she offered Lucky a chair.

Emily joined the trio a minute later, dropping her pager on the table as she took the empty seat next to Lucky. Lucky looked up at his ex-wife and considered just putting out there. Maybe they could all be adults and just own up to what was going on there. As Nikolas turned to ask Elizabeth something, he knew that wasn't likely.

"You can go up and see him you want," Liz offered. "I'm sure you'd like to see Spencer, Em."

"In a minute," her best friend remarked, looking over at Lucky and then Nikolas. "I think there is something we all need to talk about first."

"I saw you," Lucky said softly, unexpectedly. "I saw you standing at the window. I saw you sitting at the table. I saw you acting like a family."

Something flashed in Liz's eyes as she looked up at him, clearly shaken. "You don't love me anymore," she retorted sadly, knowing that he already knew. "And I don't love you. We don't love each other."

Lucky looked down at his hands clasped in front of him before shaking his head. "No, we don't. Not like that, at least."

"Nothing I can say would make this right."

"He's my brother."

Elizabeth looked up at him. "She's my best friend."

"How did we get here?"

Up to that point, both Emily and Nikolas had stayed quiet. "There's more," Nikolas announced, glancing at Liz. "You have to tell him."

"You're going to hate me."

Lucky ran his fingers through his hair. "I could never hate you, Elizabeth."

"You will, but I have to tell you anyhow," she said. "Do you remember the night that I told you that it was over for good? It was the night of the blackout."

"Of course I remember."

"Well, I got in my car and started to drive, not really sure of what to do next. I ended up at Jason's, and we ended up sleeping together."

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Just listen," Nikolas told his brother.

"When I found out that I was pregnant, I wasn't sure whose the baby was," Liz said. "I mean, I assumed it was yours until I heard about the faulty condoms, and then I didn't know."

"The baby isn't mine, is it?"

Elizabeth shook her head sadly, her eyes dropped shamefully. "I'm sorry."

"You should be," Emily hissed. "You knew what this would do to him. You knew, and you lied about it anyhow."

"Come on, Em," Nikolas said. "It's between them."

"Apparently not, Nikolas," she spat, "because you already knew. And not that it's any of your business, but I happen to be in love with Lucky. What happens to him, happens to me."

"I can't believe you would do this to me," Lucky sneered, white-hot rage pulsating through his veins. "How could you lie to me like that for months?"

"I didn't want you tog o back to drugs."

"Well, thankfully for me, I am no longer your concern," Lucky shot back, standing up and heading for the door. "Come on, Emily. I need to get out of here."

"What about Cam?"

"I don't want him to see me like this. I will call you when I have calmed down and arrange to see him. Right now, I just need to get the hell out of here."

"Lucky, please."

"You are my brother," Lucky said, looking Nikolas straight in the eye. "You are my brother, and you knew this and kept it from me. I would never do something like this to you."

"Lucky, I just found out…"

"But you knew she slept with Jason."

"How did you know?"

"I didn't," Lucky replied sadly. "You just told me."

"Just sit down, we can talk this out."

"You were more than family, Nik, you were my best friend."

And with that, Lucky slammed the door behind him. Emily was still frozen in her place, not sure exactly what she was supposed to do. She looked at Nikolas and Elizabeth for a moment, and for the first time in more than a decade, they were strangers to her. "You did this," she said to Elizabeth as she left. "You did this."