Summary: Set after the end of the first season. A little AU. Bridget told the truth, now she's about to pay for her lies in more ways than one. Can Andrew and Juliet forgive her? Siobhan's twins are Henrys and he didn't kick her out. They're still together. Everything else happened. I suck at summaries, just read. I promise you will like it.


Bridget Kelly stared blankly at herself in the mirror of her hotel bathroom. She had tear stains running down her face and her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. Everything had gone wrong, less than 24 hours ago she told her secret to Andrew and Juliet and things didn't exactly go the way she planned. Juliet accused her of being worse than her psycho mother and Andrew told her to get out. One good thing that came out of all this is that Bodaway was dead; she shot him in the head. Bridget's nightmare was finally over, or at least she thought it was.

'Because she knew that someone was trying to kill her and she wanted you to take her place. For what you did to Sean.

Henry Butler's words came flowing back in her brain, playing over and over again. After Solomon find out Siobhan was really alive, Bridget went to Henrys to find out why her twin sister did this. That's when she said those words to her. Siobhan wanted her dead. She couldn't believe her sister went through all this trouble, stay in hiding and lie to everyone, just to make sure Bridget took her place. What happened to Sean was an accident, a horrible one, but it wasn't all Bridget's fault, or maybe it was, but still to want to own family member dead was just wrong on so many levels.

Siobhan wasn't the same sister Bridget remember, she had turned into this horrible person. Bridget had to know the truth, she had to confront her sister, but what was the point. Bridget figured either Andrew or Siobhan would turn her into Machado and she'd spend just about the rest of her remaining life in jail. The only person Bridget has now was Solomon, the one person who knew the truth that wasn't judging her.

Bridget looked over at the clock as it blinked 9:30 am; she was exhausted and mentally drained, getting only about 4 hours of sleep. She wiped her face with a wet rag and drug herself back to bed; she laid down and let out a huge sigh. After laying there for about 10 minutes, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom, got down on her knees and puked into the toilet. Bridget grabbed the same wet rag, washed her face, flushed the toilet and sat down on the lid. Why was this happening to her? She'd been puking since yesterday morning, she though it was all the stress and thought that even more after the events of last night, but it had to be something else. Food didn't smell right, every smell made her gag, and she was always tired.

"No, it can't be" She said out loud, as she ran to pick up her phone. She looked at her calendar, mouth wide open and a hand over it. "My life couldn't get any worse." Throwing her phone in her purse, Bridget was out the door in seconds flat. She walked to the nearest store, bought what she needed and made her way back to the hotel.

She stormed into the bath room, pulled out the test, pissed on it and sat impatiently on the side of the tub. It better come out negative, was all that was running through her mind. A baby was the last thing she needed right now, Andrew wasn't even talking to her.

'Andrew I'm not Siobhan, I'm Bridget'

'Like I needed to believe that you might forgive me. Somehow you might love me for me'

'I do love you, but it's all a lie'

'You need to leave.' His last words to her were so cold. There was no way he would want anything else to do with her, even if she was carrying his baby. When the 3 minutes passed, Bridget stood up, grabbed the test from the corner of the sink and looked down.

Two pink lines. No this had to be a mistake, maybe she took it wrong. The blonde threw the test down, and opened the other one. She pissed on it and waited, this time 5 minutes instead of two. When the 5 minutes were up, she picked it up and looked down. Positive again, two test saying the same thing, there was no way it was wrong.

Bridget threw it across the room and sank to the floor; she buried her face into her knees and cried. Cried for herself and the unborn child growing inside her. How was she going to tell Andrew? Would he even pick up the phone? She had to try; he had a right to know.

Bridget looked up and reached for her phone in the purse right next to her, she pulled it out and dialed Andrews's number.

"You've reached Andrew Martin, I'm not available right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you." His voice played through the phone. 'Shit.' Bridget thought he was at the Hamptons and cell service sucked.

When she heard the beep, she sighed. It was now or never. "Hey Andrew, its Bridget. I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but it's important. I need to speak with you. Call me back when you get a chance." Her shaking voice said through the phone and she hung up. She finally got up from the bathroom floor and made her way back into her bed. Bridget curled into a ball and waited. Hopefully he would call her soon.