After Kristen had yelled at Lindsey for hours, she tired herself out and locked herself in the bedroom. Instead of trying to console her, help her be less angry or even trying to apologize, Lindsey left. For once, Stevie was the less complicated one. He got into his car, placed the pictures in the passenger's seat and hit the road. As he drove he couldn't get what had happened out of his mind. The more he thought the less it all made sense. Who had taken these? He stopped at a red light, glancing at the pictures. He bit his fist, she did look so good. A car behind him honked for him to go and he did so quickly, dying to get back to his lover. He arrived, punched in the code and parked. He didn't have to bother knocking on the door; he knew it was always open, especially for him. He checked the knob to find it unlocked and he walked inside. He heard voices and followed them to their destination, the kitchen. Two petite blondes sat at the counter, sipping glasses of wine.

"You're here!" Stevie cheered, clumsily hopping off her stool and kissing him. She seemed a little tipsy and he smiled, tasting the sweet red wine on her lips. "Want some?" she asked, lifting her glass a little too close to his face.

"Is there any left?" He asked, chuckling.

"Maybe a little" she says. "But I can always open another"

"I think you've had enough" Lindsey tells her and she waves him off.

"Don't be such a fuddy-duddy! You don't have to pretend to be a responsible dad here, Linds. You come to me when you want to have fun, don't you?"

For some reason her words stung him a little. "I come here because I love you"

"That's why you have a wife too" she says with a sarcastic snort evident in her voice.

"Are you okay? Did I...do something?" he asked, taking his jacket off.

"Kristen called" Stevie tells him and his heart practically stops. "Said something about pictures. Do you have them? I want to see them"

"You don't need to see them"

"He's right, really, it's not important" Jenna says, finally speaking. She gets up and touches her boss's shoulder, hoping to persuade her.

"I'm not a little girl, I can handle it. Let me see."

"Stevie, you're drunk" Lindsey tells her, observing her behavior.

"She had already started when I got here." Jenna told him.

"Jesus..."

"Show them to me." Stevie commanded. "Jenna you can go."

"Stevie, I think--" Jenna began but she was quickly cut off.

"Go" she repeated. Jenna gathered her things from the counter. She placed it all in her tote bag, then grabbed her purse, heading for the door.

"Jenna, I didn't see your car outside"

"It's in the shop. I have to walk to the bus stop or something" she said with a shrug.

"That's not a good idea. Let me drive you"

"Sure!" Stevie shouted, watching them. She was downing whole glasses like shots. "Go on ahead! Now that there is someone younger and prettier around again, I'm sure you're going to drop me like a bad habit. But that's okay, right? Because you know I will always be here- stupid in love with you!" She slurs.

"Stevie, baby, I'm coming right back. I just don't want Jenna to be alone. It can be dangerous."

"Whatever" she mutters, sitting back up on the stool. She pours herself another glass, a little dripping onto the counter and takes a hearty sip.

"I love you. Please don't drink yourself to death" Lindsey says, nuzzling his nose into her neck. He places a soft kiss there then leads Jenna out to his car.

At first the drive is quiet and Jenna's heart is beating out of her chest. She feels so incredibly guilty.

"I know you did it" Lindsey says suddenly, not making even a little eye contact with her.

"What?" Jenna asks with a gulp.

"You heard me" he says. "I don't know where the fuck you get off. Sure, we aren't like buddies or anything but Jesus Christ, you are ruining my marriage, my relationship with Stevie...what have I ever done to you?"

"I--"

"You know what, save it, okay? I really don't care. I don't have time to worry about little girls. I have to go and clean up your mess now. Doesn't it bother you in the least what you've done? Look at Stevie, your boss. She's done everything for you, treated you like a daughter and you threw her under the bus. Don't you have a conscience at all?" Lindsey ranted. The rest of the ride was quiet again, only hearing her whimper a little with her tears. "You're home." He tells her.

"Thank you" she whispers. Her phone rang and she waited to answer until she was outside his earshot. She walked up the front walk, cellphone pinned between her ear and shoulder. "What?" She said. "Yeah, I know it's you mom. I have caller ID. It's a cellphone....I did it, okay?...how do you think he reacted?!...I didn't want to do it, you know I didn't."

Lindsey came up behind, feeling bad for making her cry and hoping to apologize. He stayed silent, realizing she was still on the phone.

"What do you mean 'why am I being like this?'" She mocked. "He's my father! Now he's going to hate me and I will never get to know him!" 

Lindsey was shocked 'Father?' he thought. He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his curls, leaning against the brick wall of her building. He thought for a moment, though it wasn't easy. His head was spinning. 'Father...then, who's her mother?' He continued to think, only coming out of his own mind by the slamming of her apartment door. "Shit!" He exclaimed, immediately banging forcefully on her door. On his last hard knock, the door suddenly opened.

"Lindsey!" She said, shocked.

"I was behind you the whole time. I wanted to say I'm sorry, I...didn't mean to make you cry"

"It's fine. I deserved every bit of what I got and then some..." They stood in front of each other awkwardly.

"So...." He looked at her, really studying her. Her eyes were just like his. That's why she looked so familiar. "Jenna...how old did you say you were?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Just humor me?"

"I'm 32"

"That means...'85. Fuck."

"You heard, didn't you?"

"What is it that I heard?"

"Lindsey, please...this isn't going to be easy on anyone. I'm tired, I don't feel good and honestly, after what happened today, I want to disappear."

"I'm your dad, Jenna. There's no use in hiding from me" He touched her shoulder and she dissolved into tears again. She covered her face with her hands. As she stood before him and he took her in, he wanted to hug her, wanted to tell her it was all okay. But it wasn't. What was he going to tell Stevie, or Kristen, for that matter? He has a 32 years old daughter that he knew nothing about.

His mind began to wander again as he took the small blonde with blonde hair and blue grey eyes into his arms. '1985....that means...' he thought to himself. "Jenna?" he asked aloud and she looked up at him with watery, reddened eyes. "Honey, who's your mother?"