It was Saturday, January 28th. Helen was now twenty weeks along. Two weeks earlier, she submitted DNA she'd collected from both herself and Ambrose for a non-invasive paternity test. While she already knew beyond a shadow of doubt that he was the father, she'd done it mostly to placate him. She couldn't wait to see how he'd react when the results came back.

That same week she submitted the DNA for the paternity test, she'd also decided to pay a little visit to the Met on short notice. While she used what little time she had to browse through the art exhibits housed inside the museum, she couldn't help but reflect on where she was now at this point in her life. Her job of catering to Bitsy's whims and needs was keeping her financially stable for now, but would it be enough in the long run? Would it ever be enough? And what about Ambrose? Would he actually pay child support like he'd promised? She hoped so, but at the same time, she knew better than to count on it happening. Besides, who was to say he wasn't making empty promises?

She would've dwelled on these questions forever if something (or rather, someone) hadn't broken her train of thought. A slight smile tugged at her face as she placed a hand to her swollen belly. That was all it took for her to finally accept the reality she was in. Why, though, did it have to happen while she was looking up at "Madonna and Child" as painted by Duccio di Buoninsegna? Maybe her unborn daughter was trying to tell her something, possibly what her name should be. After all, she'd read once that this was how Leonardo DiCaprio got his name. On one hand, God tended to work in mysterious ways. What better way to make His presence known than using an unborn child as His vessel? On the other hand, maybe she was just reading too much into it. No matter. Regardless of what happened next, Helen knew that she would just have to keep soldiering on for herself and her daughter.

Now here she was, twenty weeks along. Incredible how quickly time seemed to fly. She hoped to get the results of the paternity test back any day now. She took a deep breath and, for a brief fleeting moment, she was hit with doubts about her child's paternity. She then reminded herself that no matter what the outcome was, she'd accept it and move on with her life. She was determined to make the best of the situation, no matter what happened. She had to be strong for her daughter. While her situation here wasn't all that stable, it was at least stable enough nonetheless to raise her. That was the only thing she wished she could've changed when she'd had Dawn at seventeen and subsequently given her up to the Del Vecchios.

Suddenly, she was made aware of Bitsy yelling at her about something.

Helen sighed. "Yes, Bitsy?"

"I need you to retrieve the mail from all the way downstairs," Bitsy replied.

"You mean, right now?"

"Did I stutter? Go get the mail!"

Without another word, Helen sighed again and proceeded to head out towards the elevator. After taking the elevator all the way down to the ground floor, Helen then made her way to the hotel counter where the hotel clerk happened to be.

"Hey, Rhiannon," Helen said.

"Oh, hey, Helen," Rhiannon replied.

"You got any mail for Bitsy?"

"Not really." Rhiannon sifted through the mail. "Just seems like typical mail to me." She sifted some more and came across an envelope that stood out to her. "You did get something, though. Something about a paternity test?"

"Really?" Helen leaned in to get a closer look. "Let me see."

Rhiannon handed Helen the envelope. "Here you go. I don't know what the results are, but good luck. I'm sure you'll need it."

"Thank you."

"No problem." An awkward pause followed before Rhiannon started speaking again. "Well, you should probably go ahead and take all this mail up to Miss Brandenham, huh?"

"I mean, I was going to do that anyway, so..."

Rhiannon instantly beamed. "Great. Thanks a lot, Miss Squillace. I appreciate it."

With that, Rhiannon then proceeded to watch as Helen ascended towards the penthouse all the way at the top of the Brandenham.

"Any mail for me?" Bitsy asked Helen.

Helen shook her head. "No, nothing that really stood out anyway. The paternity test results came back, though."

Bitsy leaned forward, intrigued. "Really? What did they say?"

Helen shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't opened the envelope yet. I think the probability of paternity will be 99.9%, though."

Bitsy snatched the envelope from Helen's hands. "Well, there's only one way to find out. Get me a letter opener!"

Helen did so, and within a minute, Bitsy managed to haphazardly open the envelope and fish out the contents inside. As Bitsy skimmed through the contents, her eyes gradually widened. Every part of her wanted to smile at this as widely as possible; and she almost did near the end, but she restrained herself at the last possible moment. She looked up at Helen, still fighting the urge to smile.

"The probability of paternity..." Helen trailed off for a moment as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. "It's 99.9%, is it?"

Bitsy nodded. "Yes. Yes, it is."

Helen breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God. Now Ambrose will have no choice but to pay child support now."

"Not only that, but I'll get to lord this over him every chance I get and there's nothing he can do about it."

"Uh-huh."

Helen pursed her lips slightly. Nice to know that the sibling rivalry between them was still going strong. She still wasn't sure if she had feelings for Ambrose or if it was just pregnancy hormones confusing her. She wasn't even sure if she wanted him in her life much longer, let alone their daughter's. All she knew for sure was that she still had a long road ahead of her. Hopefully, it would all be worth it in the end.