A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry for the lack of updating. There's no promise that this chapter will be long because I don't know where I'm going with this... Okay, go!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Suite Life on Deck. Disney owns all its characters that they have made while I own the characters I have made.

The ride to the hotel was silent; neither of Maddie or Bailey knew what to say. Both were lost in their own thoughts. Maddie thought of how London would react to their visit. It had been a week since Mr. Tipton's death and Miss Tipton was still silent with the press, not wanting them involved in her personal life.

It had also been a week since the Fink's arrival in the Martin household. They were gone now; back to their own home somewhere else in America. Bailey's thoughts were mainly on her own children. Bentley: a soon-to-be teenage father; Brady: her youngest at 13, yet already having his first girlfriend (he and Amanda were trying a 'long distance relationship'); and Kinley: who had just confessed to herself having a boyfriend.

"His name is Scott and he's a great guy, he respects me, and-and he loves me," Kinley said, trying to convince her parents of her used-to-be secret boyfriend.

Cody sighed. "Okay, but I want to meet him."

And so, after talking with London, Bailey would have to go home and cook a meal for her family plus one.

Still not talking, the women entered into the Boston Tipton with some sort of dessert in each of their hands. They walked into the elevator and pushed the 'Penthouse Suite' button to take them to London's floor. When they stepped out of the elevator, they were greeted by two bodyguards in front of a door.

"May we help you, ladies?" one of them asked, slightly moving in front of the door.

Bailey and Maddie looked at each other and nodded. "Yes, we're here to speak with London," Maddie answered, her voice shaking a little.

"Is she expecting you?" the other bodyguard asked with no expression on his face.

"N-no, but I'm sure if you told her our names, she'd let us-" Bailey began, but was interrupted by a hand put in her face.

"Ma'am, we're sorry, but unless you have an appointment, you cannot come in," the larger man informed.

"Boris! What is going on out the-" a female voice from inside the door yelled. She stopped herself at the sight of the women in front of her. "Maddie? Bailey?"

"Hi London," both Martin women said in unison.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" London asked, still shocked.

"Oh, you know," Bailey started with a shrug, "Being traditional and bringing food to a person who is mourning over a dead relative."

Maddie elbowed her for being so forward with her answer. "What she means, London, is that we're here if you need to talk."

London sighed and opened her door some more. "Come on in. I just ordered room service; maybe we can chat for a while."

Bailey and Maddie smiled as they walked into the over-sized suite. They set down the desserts on the table and sat down on the couch.

London sat opposite of them in a large animal-printed chair. "Okay, so what do you want to know?"

"London, we're not here to question you like interviewers, we just want to know if you're okay..." Bailey said, crossing her legs and smoothing her dress.

London waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I mean, yes, my daddy just passed away, but his time came... And he put many years into his business and now it's my turn to keep them running."

"Do you think you can handle it?" Maddie asked.

"I've handled it just fine for the past week and Tipton Industries hasn't gone under. So, I think I'll be fine," London answered as she sipped her tea. "I watched Daddy run his business all my life and now that I'm 43, I think I have enough knowledge to do it on my own."

"You do have advisors though, right?" Bailey asked.

London's eyes widened as she swallowed her tea. "Oh yes, Bailey. And they are very, very helpful."

"What sort of things have you done while in power?"

"Not much yet. Many financial decisions, though. I've been perfectly OK with those situations because we all know how much I love money," London answered with a laugh.

Maddie and Bailey joined in with the laughter, but both stopped and looked at each other. As they were communicating with their eyes, London noticed. "What are you two thinking about?"

Bailey sighed and folded her hands in her lap. "Listen, London... You seem fine on the outside, but what we're concerned about is how you are coping with this on the inside."

London sat still for a few seconds, but if felt like several minutes. All of a sudden, she began sobbing in her hands. She looked back up and wiped her nose. "I've seen a countless number of counselors and none of them have been able to get through to me, but now you two show up..." London began crying again.

Bailey and Maddie immediately leapt from their seats and walked over to comfort their old friend. They rubbed London's back and murmured comforting words to her as she continued to weep over her dead father.

"Bentley? Bentley, did you hear me?" Savannah asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Bentley stared right through Savannah as he processed what she just said. The baby's not yours, Bentley.

He nodded and finally found his voice. "Are-are you sure?"

Savannah sighed and set her hand on Bentley's knee in a friendly way. "Yes, she told me, but I wasn't supposed to tell anyone."

"Then why'd you tell me?" Bentley pressed.

"Because she wants you to be the father, not him."

Bentley turned his head and tried to fight the tears. He stood up and walked over to his desk, kicking the chair aggressively out of his way. "It just doesn't make sense!" he yelled, "Why would she cheat on me?"

Savannah bowed her head after shrugging. "I don't know, but the reason I told you this was because she would've never told you. You would've had to raise that baby and put so much time, effort, and money into a child that wasn't yours! You would've had to give up college, but now you don't! He should be the one to take of the baby, not you!" she explained, trying to keep herself from crying as well.

When Bentley didn't say anything, she continued, "Bentley, I know you're upset, but you can't ignore her. She still thinks that you believe the baby is yours. You're going to have to tell her that you know or else you're going to end up raising the baby..."

"Who's the father?" Bentley muttered.

"It was a one night stand, Bentley. You have to remember that she was drunk and not thinking straight..." Savannah defended.

"Who is the father?" Bentley asked again, but this time through gritted teeth.

Savannah swallowed before hesitantly answering, "Scott Carrington."

A/N: Bet you didn't see that coming! :P I even shocked myself as I was writing that part between Bentley and Savannah and it just came to me! Well, I always knew that she would be preggo with someone else's child, but never did I think that it would be Scott's. But I think I made a good decision with that plot because now I have ALL these ideas in store for my AMAZING readers and reviewers! :) If you don't remember Savannah, she was in Chapter 3 when Kinley and Chandler were at the party playing Truth or Dare.

Oh, and Boris the bodyguard is named after Boris Yeltsin: a faithful reader/reviewer:)

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