"It's too late for that," he argues.

"You're saying that because I had the test done, and you didn't want me to?"

"I am saying that because I already opened it."

"So now you know? You're mad at me, because you have proof that they're yours?"

"I am mad because you don't listen."

"I am tried, I really don't want to argue about this right now."

"It isn't an argument."

"Then what is it?"

"It's a discussion."

"Okay," she nods in agreement.

"You never should have had this test done."

She furrows her brow, "What do you mean?"

He rubs his temples, "I wish you never had this test done."

"Why?" Her eyes widen.

He removes the two pieces of paper from his lap. He hands them to her. She studies each one of them with a fine tooth comb. When she is finished she stares up at him with a look of bewilderment. She shakes her head.

"That's not possible."

"Apparently it is," he argues.

"It's a mistake, I'm sure."

He shakes his head, and his nostrils flare, "It's not a mistake. Olivia it's the truth."

"It can't be," she insists, on the verge of tears.

"Reality does not always turn out the way that you want it to."

"So what does this mean for us?"

"I made a promise that I wouldn't go anywhere. I made vows to you."

"This doesn't change that?"

"Olivia I love you. Nothing is going to change that."

"I am not worried about me."

"You have to tell him."

"Nobody has to know. We can burn these papers right here, right now, and no one else ever has to know."

"And you really think that you can live with that? You want their entire lives to be based on a lie?"

"No."

"Liv this isn't going to end well."

"You're going to leave?"

"No," he shakes his head, "But I know Brian, he is going to make our lives living hell."

"I can't believe this," she walks out of the room.

Nick stares at the baby in his arms. The baby rests peacefully in his arms. Their perfect little family shattered with a couple of pieces of papers. He knows that his feelings towards them isn't going to change. He stares at the tiny angelic face, and feels a pang of guilt. Two tiny worlds shattered.

There will be lawyers, and court dates, and a custody battle. He finds himself thinking about king Solomon. He shudders at the thought .Two babies, no need to cut one in half. And he knows to Brian it might seem perfectly rational.

She lies in her bed, in the silent darkness. The tears stream down her face freely. She feels a heaviness in her chest. The worst case scenario has become reality. Two babies. Two men. One husband, one true love. It should be happily ever after, but instead it's a complete disaster.

Days pass, and finally she is able to regain composure. She finds herself standing outside his door, completely enveloped in anxiety. She takes a deep breath as she raises her fist to knock. Her fist makes contact with the door, and after several moments she hears the bolt unlock. The door pulls open, and she stares at an unfamiliar face. She shakes her head.

"I'm sorry. I must have the wrong apartment."

"Who are you looking for?" The blond questions.

"Brian..."

"Bri," she calls out, "someone's at the door for you."

Brian comes to the door, and looks at the twenty something inside the apartment.

"Give us a minute?"

The young woman nods, and walks away. Brian steps out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him. He folds his arms across his chest. Olivia takes a deep breath as she stares at him.

"Olivia I'm not sure what you're doing here."

"I needed to talk to you," she admits.

"About what? You're the one who walked away. You are the one who ended things. You're married. I have moved on. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm not here for me."

"Really?" He cocks an eyebrow in disbelief.

"It's not as if I want you back."

"So then why are you here? You want to add insult to injury? Are you here to bring me my own copy of your perfect family portrait?"

"No."

"So then why the hell are you here?"

She takes the envelope that is tucked underneath her arm, and holds it out.

"What's this?" He questions, shaking his head, refusing to take it from her.

"Why do you have to be such an asshole?"

"I have finally moved on, and now you're on my doorstep. What the hell do you expect?"

"Nothing," she shakes her head, "I shouldn't have come."

"So why are you here?"

"I just thought that you should know," she responds.

"Know what?"

She grits her teeth, "The results of the DNA test."

"Why? You made it pretty clear that there was no way that you were having my baby."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry?!" He cocks an eyebrow.

"I didn't come here to upset you, or disrupt whatever you have going on in there with your twenty year old bimbo."

"She's twenty six. Why the hell are you here?"

"I thought you would want to know the results."

"Why? You don't need to rub your perfect life in my face. Liv you've moved on, please just let me do the same," he begs.

"Okay," she nods in agreement, "I'm sorry for coming."

"I am sorry that I ever trusted you."

"I made mistakes. I am really sorry. I should have told you the truth. I should have apologized. Brian, I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted, now if you don't mind I should get back inside."

"Okay," she nods in agreement. She turns to leave as he heads back into the apartment. She exits the apartment building, and spots a tenant outside smoking. She smiles at the woman, and asks, "Can I borrow your lighter?"

The woman nods and hands her the lighter. Olivia sets the paperwork on fire, and hands the lighter back to the tenant. She stops out the papers as they burn to ash. She scoops them up, and tosses the ashes into the coffee can full of cigarette butts outside the building.