You knew you should've never got involved with Shelby's. But since you started working in the Garrison, that had become inevitable. But well, you needed the money. Money could make a lot of people do anything.

That brought out so many problems, like you getting in a weird situationship with Thomas. You used to call it a relationship before–before he got married to Lizzie.

You wanted to end things, you really did. But well, it was impossible considering your strong feelings for him, and his baby in you. Getting pregnant by him was definitely not on your to-do list, but you did. And now everything changed. You couldn't stay away from him, no. He was the father of your child. So you just accepted it.

You were the other woman now.

Despite Thomas not having the most loving marriage with Lizzie, it didn't change the fact that he was married. And the guilt of doing this was hitting you hard.

The guilt of being the homewrecker, the mistress kept you awake at night, turning you into a crying mess with no one to hold onto but the babe in your belly. Your girl.

You tossed around in the bed. Turning to face Thomas, who was lying bare with a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes were closed but you know he wasn't asleep. The dim light illuminated his tired features.

"Why aren't you asleep, dove?" He said quietly as he felt your gaze on him. This was one of the nights that he chose to spend here instead of his house.