It was Tuesday, February 14th. Helen was twenty-two weeks pregnant, and she could hardly believe that it was already Valentine's Day. While everyone else was celebrating the holiday in their own unique way, she and Bitsy had been too preoccupied with how their lives were panning out. Not only were they fixated on the matter of the pregnancy itself; but they also seemed somewhat giddy that Ambrose would have to pay child support after the paternity test revealed that he was the father of her child.

As such, they kept all of that in mind as they operated the usual Brandenham Hotel routines for this occasion. Valentine's Day was for most people, but not them; not this year anyway.

Bitsy had never really been interested in getting into stable relationships with people, regardless of how she felt about them. Sure, she'd caught feelings for several men and women throughout her lifetime, but her one true love would always be the hotel she owned. That, and Shampagne; but there, it was more like an unconditional love one would have towards their child than anything else.

As for Helen, she too found men and women attractive, but her romantic life was a complicated mess. She'd only ever dated three people (including Spencer), but she tended to hook up a lot more. After all, no use mourning a relationship if the only thing keeping it together was the sex. Sometimes, that would backfire on her, however. Sometimes, she'd grow too attached for her own good. Perhaps if she'd weighed her options a bit more, she wouldn't be in this situation right now. As it was, though, she barely had any regrets. After all, it was God's will that she bring this child to term. If this child was just what she needed to rein Bitsy in, so be it.

Suddenly, Bitsy's shrill voice broke through and called out Helen's name, snapping the latter back to reality.

"Yes, Bitsy?" Helen asked. "What is it?"

"My drinkie drinkie hand is empty!"

Helen blinked for a few moments before responding. "Okay. Mind if I ask what kind of drink you want?"

"Go down to the bar and see if you can get me a Gregorio's Rx. I need a drink to help me reflect on everything that's been happening so far."

"Uh, okay." Pause. "Is that all you want?"

"Yeah, I'm in more of a celebratory mood today."

"Okay, just be careful. You don't want to be too drunk tonight. We're supposed to be dealing with a lot of guests later on."

"I know that! Just get me my drink!"

Helen sighed and proceeded to head down to the bar to get the Gregorio's Rx. As downtrodden as she felt at this moment, she knew that it would only be temporary. Things were only bound to get better from here, regardless of whether or not Ambrose wanted to be part of their unborn daughter's life. However, despite the uncertainty of their future together, Helen still had no idea how to feel about him. Sure, he could be as much of an asshole as Bitsy was, but she couldn't deny that there was... something there besides their mutual disdain for Bitsy. Otherwise, why would she even keep obsessing over him when they weren't having sex?

It was hard to say how she truly felt about him, but that was neither here nor there. She had a drink that she needed to retrieve from Lionel at the bar.

Without wasting much time, Helen headed down to the bar to fetch Bitsy the Gregorio's Rx she so badly wanted. While down there, she also hoped to have a little chat with Lionel about how she was feeling about everything so far. After all, it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone about it. She immediately sought him out while he was on his shift and called out to him.

"I wonder what Helen's doing down here?" a patron couldn't help but muse out loud. "You think Bitsy sent her down here?"

"I don't know," Lionel replied. "I guess we'll just have to see."

Irritated that Lionel didn't respond right away, Helen stepped closer to the bar before then sitting down.

"What brings you down here?" Lionel asked Helen. "Did Bitsy ask you to get another drink?"

"Uh-huh," Helen replied. "Also, I was wondering what your thoughts were."

Lionel raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

"Me and Ambrose."

"What for?"

"You think there's actually something between us?"

Lionel's eyes briefly darted down to Helen's growing belly. "Well, I'm pretty sure that goes without saying."

"I'm not talking about sex, Lionel. I mean, do you think there's actually something romantic going on with us?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I think it might just be wishful thinking on your part."

Helen's face deflated a little. "Thanks, Lionel. That's really comforting to know."

"What? I'm just saying. Do you think Ambrose actually cares about you like that?"

"I'm sure he does deep down, but I don't know if he's too stubborn to ever admit it or if he's just lying to himself about not caring."

"Maybe, but it's also possible that he's just using you as an ego boost."

Helen figured as much, seeing as she'd initially also been using him for the same reason. Still, it stung a bit to hear Lionel speculate on that front out loud.

Sensing that he may have struck a nerve, Lionel decided to change the subject. "So what kind of drink did Bitsy want you to get?"

"A Gregorio's Rx."

"Okay, let me see what I can do." With that, Lionel proceeded to fix up a drink right then and there and then hand it over to Helen, all within what felt like minutes at most. "Alright, you should be good to go."

"Thanks." This time, she sounded more genuine. "Alright, I really should be going now."

Lionel gave a light smile. "Always glad to help, especially where Bitsy is concerned."

While placing the Gregorio's Rx inside the dumbwaiter and then sending it off, Helen couldn't help but reflect on everything that had led up to this moment: the plotting and scheming, her underhanded tactics, her secret hook-ups with Ambrose, and now carrying his daughter. Being Catholic, she had no reason not to believe that this wasn't all part of God's plan for her to become ridiculously wealthy and spend the rest of her life living comfortably. It wasn't like she was strict about it or anything, but she always believed that as long as she put her faith in Him, everything would work out fine and she'd have a guaranteed spot in heaven. And yet she couldn't help but wonder if He knew what the hell He was doing during all this.

So far, nothing between her and Ambrose seemed to be panning out quite the way she expected. She'd half-expected him to at least acknowledge her feelings, but he couldn't even seem to do that. It frustrated her to no end. She had to wonder what else women could possibly see in him besides his money and maybe the sexcapades. What could there possibly be to him? Alas, she'd have to save all her speculations for another time as she stepped into the elevator and headed straight up towards the penthouse suite.

Once she'd reached the suite, Helen stepped out and headed out to her destination. Once inside, she saw that Bitsy was already clutching the drink in her hands and practically staring daggers at her.

"Took you long enough," Bitsy grumbled.

"Yeah, sorry," Helen replied. "I was a little distracted getting your drink."

"Oh, I bet, thinking about yourself and Ambrose like that."

"Yeah."

Bitsy took her eyes off Helen for a brief moment to focus on her baby bump, then drank a bit of the Gregorio's Rx. "I'm going to force him to pay every cent he owes you, mark my words. Just so we're clear, though, I'm not doing this for you or the damn baby."

"Okay."

Helen shut up after that. She knew better than to show her gratitude in these kinds of situations. Even if what Bitsy had said just then was true, she wouldn't have wanted her thanks anyway. It'd be beneath her. Still, it was nice to know that Bitsy was more than willing to strong-arm Ambrose into being part of the child's life, whether he wanted to or not. He deserved to be taken down a peg or two.