Word Count: 300
Warnings: Mentions of abortion
Disclaimer: I don't own Ringer and never will. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Siobhan knows two things for sure: The parasitic brat inside of her won't have a home for long and her plans can't be ruined.
Truthfully, Siobhan Martin had completely forgotten about her suspected pregnancy in the wake of faking her death and everything else. She still couldn’t believe her bitch of a twin had seemingly taken over her life. Who the fuck did Bridget think she was? Oh well. Siobhan had no doubt that Bridget was going to get what was coming to her.
Siobhan had thought about kids for a while, but really didn’t want them. They wanted everything from their parents, and Siobhan was selfish. And she really wasn’t sure who the brat belonged to. She and Andrew had fucked a few times, but she and Henry had also had sex multiple times before she vanished.
She was certain of one thing: The parasitic brat wouldn’t have a home inside her womb for very long. It was ruining all of her plans. She had really wanted to have a one night stand before the morning sickness ruined everything.
The first thing Siobhan was going to do was find the nearest available hospital to have an abortion and then everything could go back to normal. Maybe not actually, but if the Bridget situation was resolved soon, and she really hoped it could be.
She didn’t regret her decision to fake her death – It was the best for everybody. Siobhan and Andrew hadn’t been happy, and he wouldn’t miss her once (and if) he found out the truth. Her stepdaughter would just be thrilled that she was gone, since they had never gotten along.
Siobhan Martin was in charge of her life now, and nobody was going to fuck with her. As cliché and stupid as that sounded, she was the baddest bitch in town.
Siobhan would do anything to make sure everything went according to plan. Her life wasn’t going to suck anymore.