Rachel knelt by the daybed in the guest room. It was going to be the nursery soon, and the thought made her place her hand over her growing belly.

She hoped her suspicions were wrong, that pregnancy was making her paranoid. Kieran had never given her reason to doubt him before, but lately, he'd been cagey about where he was going and who he was with. She thought he was cheating.

This last time, he claimed to have been on a business trip, and that he would be too busy to get calls. Instead, he told her to text him if anything major happened with her or the baby. He was gone for four days, and when he came home, he dumped his stuff in the guest room instead of their bedroom. So, there she knelt in front of the big black duffle bag she fished out from under the daybed. It was in the compartment where the trundle mattress should have been. Her hands shook as she unzipped it, and then her whole body shook as she took in the contents.

Instead of clothes stained with another woman's lipstick and reeking of another woman's perfume sat bundles of cash. A lot of cash, with two guns on top.

Rachel's heart raced as the whys flooded her mind. She came up with reason after reason why Kieran would have a duffle bag full of money and guns. None of them were good.

"You found it sooner than I thought you would," Kieran's somber voice behind her made her jump and turn to see him leaning in the doorway. He crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned his right shoulder against the doorframe. He made sure his big body blocked the way out in case she tried to bolt. It killed him to see her look at him in fear, but he knew she needed to know this about him. It was long passed time she knew. "What's going through your head, Rache? I know you have questions, so ask me, please." He kept his tone even, he didn't want her to know how desperate he was for her to accept this part of him.

Rachel saw the desperation in his eyes, knowing if she hadn't known him so well she would have thought he didn't care.

"Why do you have this, Kieran? Are you trafficking drugs," she demanded. "People?" She spat the word, feeling sick at the thought of the man she loved, the father of her unborn child, being a human trafficker.

Kieran shook his head, barely holding in his offense at her train of thought. It made sense to him she would think that before what was really going on. "Neither,"

"What, then, Kieran?" She demanded on the verge of hysteria.

Kieran rubbed at the back of his head, contemplating how to tell her before meeting her eyes with his. "I rob banks,"

Rachel felt like she had the wind knocked from her. She shook her head, finding it too hard to wrap her head around. This man, the man she married less than a year ago couldn't be a bank robber. It was too unbelievable.

Rachel heard mention on the radio of a massive bank robbery one state over and the subsequent manhunt taking place. She listened in her driveway as the news detailed that the five suspects were smart, and calculating. They likely planned the heist for weeks, if not months based on how fast they got in and out. They wore full body coverings according to hostages, so descriptions stopped at height and build. The hostages were fine, and each one was thankful to be alive.

She shook her head and shut off her car, feeling a chill at the thought of those men being free.

"Hey, babe," Kieran called from the living room when she came in. "Everything all right? You were sitting in the car for a bit, I almost went out to check on you."

Rachel went over and pecked him on the lips. "I'm fine, I was listening to the news. There was this awful bank robbery a state over," she explained. "They held twelve people at gunpoint while they robbed the bank, and the police have no leads. Kind of scary."

Kieran cleared his throat. "Yeah, pretty scary." He got up from the couch. "What do you want for dinner? I'm thinking takeout,"

Rachel covered her mouth as her eyes went wide. She looked up at Kieran. "That bank robbery," she started, "That big one a state over I heard about on the radio forever ago. Was that you?" She wanted him to deny it. She wanted him to tell her this was a prank, that he could never do something like that.

Instead, Kieran nodded once. "Yeah, that was me."

Rachel scrambled back as far as the walls allowed on her hands and bottom.

The muscle in Kieran's jaw jumped, and a vein in his temple popped out. He wanted to go to her, to comfort her and reassure her, but he knew she wouldn't receive any of it yet. So, he took a deep breath and didn't move from the doorway.

"Why?" She demanded. "Why, Kieran? Is investing not good enough money, or what? Why do you do it?"

Kieran always flinched a little when she brought up his "investing." When she first assumed that's what he did for a living, it was a convenient way to explain the money and at times odd hours. Especially since they hadn't been together for long when she first asked about what he did. Now, it was a reminder that he was hiding from her, and it grated on his shot nerves. "I got tired of killing myself and never getting anywhere. The banks have insurance, and we don't hurt people. It's practically a victimless crime." He explained like he rehearsed in his head over and over in preparation for this moment. He hoped she would understand, that she would realize they weren't harming anyone, and he provided a more luxurious lifestyle than he would otherwise be able to.

Horrified, Rachel stared up at him blocking the way out of the room. "Who are you? I can't believe you said that."

Her reaction dashed his hopes against the rocks. Annoyance crept into him at her lack of understanding. "It pays the bills and no one gets hurt, Rachel," He said, looking at her in cowering across the room from him with frustration. "We get to live comfortably, I can be around for things like doctor's appointments, events, whatever."

"You're breaking the law, Kieran!" She shouted. "You're taking something that doesn't belong to you by force, by threatening people! It's wrong!"

"No one is getting hurt!" He reiterated, grinding his teeth as his ire built. "The banks don't lose anything, and the people go home a little rattled but without so much as a bruise on them. You get to live in this house, you get to drive that car in the driveway instead of the piece of shit you drove when we met, and you get to wear that expensive ring all your friends ooh and aah over every time they see you!" Kieran needed her to understand. If she didn't understand, he didn't know what he would do.

Rachel looked down at her rings in disgust and memories flooded her.

Rachel felt happy and satisfied. Her bare skin rested against his, they laid tangled in the sheets and each other. Kieran played with the fingers of her left hand like he seemed to do a lot lately. She struggled not to fall asleep.

"I can't wait to see my ring on your finger one day," Kieran said, bringing Rachel back to full awareness.

They hadn't talked about marriage before, but the idea thrilled her. Some might have said it was too soon, that nine months wasn't long enough, but Rachel knew by their second date she'd happily marry Kieran if he ever asked.

She smiled and looked up at him, tangling her fingers in his. "If you ask nicely, I might just say yes."

Without a word, Kieran dropped her hand and rolled away to the far side of the bed. Frowning, Rachel propped herself up, wondering if she'd said something wrong, but he was back before she could voice her concerns.

Kieran held out a small box in his hand from his nightstand. "Pretty please, will you marry me?" He batted his eyes at her and opened the box to show an exquisite ring.

Rachel gasped and nodded stunned into silence.

Grinning, Kieran slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her deeply.

Rachel stared at her rings, repulsed by the sight of them. The memory of Kieran's proposal turning to ashes in her mind. She struggled to take the rings off her swollen fingers.

Kieran stood up straight in the doorway, panic gripped him as he held out a hand to stop her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

"I don't want your stolen money, or anything bought with it."

"Stop," Kieran balled his hands into fists at his side, the tendons in his neck stood out with the strain of keeping himself from coming into the room. "Just stop, Rache, I already told you everything we have is bought with it."

Rachel stopped trying to take the rings off and dropped her hands to the floor. "Why did you tell me? Why did you leave this for me to find?" She pleaded, her voice choked with tears. "I could call the cops, I could call them and you and your buddies would be screwed. Because I know it's not you alone, it has to be the guys too. Bennie, Solomon, Henderson, and Oliver. They're the only ones you'd trust enough for something like this."

Kieran deflated at her questions. He could feel her getting further away with each new accusation and wondered if he made a mistake in telling her. "I knew you thought I was cheating. I didn't want you thinking I was cheating, I'd never cheat. So, I took a risk to try and fix it."

Rachel scoffed a mix of sob and laughter. "I wish you had been,"

"Don't," Kieran pointed a finger at her and ran a hand down his face. It broke him to hear her say she'd rather he cheat on her than be robbing banks to support them. He expected her to get upset, but he never expected she would rather he betray her than provide for her. "Don't say that. I love you, I'd never do that to you. Never."

Rachel looked up at him with tears running down her cheeks and snot bubbling at her nose. "If you loved me," she sniffed, "You would never have done this to us. You're putting us in danger every time you rob a place, Kieran. Don't you get that? If the cops find out, they take all of this." She waved her hands around. "Bennie and Solomon have families too, what about them, huh?"

He looked at her with every ounce of sincerity he could muster and said, "I love you, Rachel. That's why I'm telling you this now. Whether you believe it or not, I do. And they take care of their families, just like I'm doing."

Rachel shook her head, disgusted. "What did you think my reaction would be?"

Kieran huffed, resigned. "About this," he motioned to her crumpled on the floor in front of the duffle bag. "I didn't think you'd rather I be cheating. I hoped you'd hear me out and understand." He added.

"Understand?" Rachel exploded. "What am I misunderstanding here, Kieran? Because it seems pretty self-explanatory to me. You go into banks with guns and your buddies, and you take money from terrified people who are unlucky enough to be there when you show up."

"You're not understanding why I do it!" Kieran blew up at her. "I do it so we can live a good life! So you can stay home when the baby comes, so you don't have to worry about finances on top of the rest of what life throws at you!"

"Plenty of people live well without robbing banks, Kieran." Rachel pointed out with salt in her tone.

Kieran scoffed at that. "You're ignorant if you think the rich don't cheat a little to get there and stay there. I'm just evening out the playing field." He said with derision.

Rachel looked at him with a mix of disbelief and pity. "If that's really what you believe, I feel bad for you."

"Save it," Kieran cut his hand through the air and looked away from her in disgust. "I don't want or need anyone's pity." He crossed his arms over his chest again and stood brooding in the doorway, still blocking her way out.

They fell into a tense silence, and Rachel ruminated on all her memories of them with a new perspective. This new information tainted everything like poison. She felt like she didn't know the man in front of her despite him resembling the man she loved and had married. She thought about their unborn child and how this would affect him or her, and her hand went back to her belly.

"When did you start this?" She asked finally.

Kieran looked up at her, his head bowed in front of him. "Since before we met. Since I got out of the military and got tired of working shit jobs for shit pay." He explained.

"Man, I'm so sick of this." Bennie griped as they all sat around his garage after work. Kieran glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and took a swig of his whiskey. "I never thought I'd say it, but I miss what we used to do." Bennie added taking a pull off his beer bottle.

"I kind of do too, I thought it was just me," Oliver said.

"It sucked, but at least we knew our families were set if something happened to us, and they got healthcare out of it. Now I have to pay for that shit, and it's expensive as fuck." Solomon said. "Gina has been getting on my case about finding a job with health insurance for her and the kids."

Henderson snorted. "Gina gets on your case about everything, but I kind of see her point. Doesn't Marcus have some kind of disability or whatever? That has to be expensive."

Solomon glared at Henderson. "He has asthma, you asshole. And yeah, his meds are expensive. We tried to wean him off them because we couldn't afford it, and ended up with an ER bill instead." He shook his head and tugged at his beard. "This civilian life is bullshit. The only skills we have are killing people, and taking shit that ain't ours."

"I know, I'm about ready to start robbing banks, just for the thrill." Henderson joked.

Kieran shot what was left of his whiskey and looked at the guys. "So, let's do it."

The guys laughed until they realized he wasn't joking.

Oliver coughed and squinted at Kieran. "You're serious?"

Kieran shrugged. "Why not? We go in, kitted up, masked up, order the guy in charge to load us up, and we get out. The banks are insured for shit like that, as long as we keep it together and no one gets trigger happy, we go in and get out without incident and we come home with a payday bigger than any we've seen in our lives." He explained.

Henderson began to laugh again. "Goddamn, Llywelyn, it almost sounds like you've already planned this shit."

Kieran just looked at him without saying a word, letting it sink in with them that he had, indeed, planned this shit. Of course, he'd only do it if they agreed. He couldn't do it alone. He needed them.

"Oh my god, Kieran," Rachel's horrified voice brought him back to the present.

He dropped his head back against the door frame, telling himself she would calm down and then he could reason with her. Until then, he had to know she wouldn't do anything rash. He couldn't let her do anything that would compromise his operation with the guys, that he did know. "What are you planning to do?"

Rachel thought a moment, her hands caressing her belly more to soothe herself than anything else. "I don't know yet," she admitted. She knew she should turn him in. It would be hard and things would be rough for a while, but she could probably get some support from family and friends. Their child would forever be labeled the child of a criminal though, and she got upset at him all over again as the thought crossed her mind. As much as she knew turning him in was the right thing to do, she didn't want to. She wished again she didn't know. She wished that she could stay ignorant to it despite knowing that at some point he would likely get caught. Then she would have to deal with the fallout.

The realization that Kieran never intended to allow her to turn him in hit her then. She froze in her movements and flicked her eyes up to him. "What would you do if I planned to call the cops?"

Kieran stiffened in the doorway. She could see him searching for an answer to her question, his eyes darting back and forth before settling on her. "I'm begging you, Rachel, don't. I don't want to leave you behind. I don't want to leave our baby behind. Do you really want our baby to grow up without a father?" He asked with conviction.

Rachel held a hand out to stop him. "Don't put that on me!" She yelled. "You did that when you made the choice to break the law knowing it could take you from us, not me. You didn't give me a choice!"

"Yeah, well, now you have a choice." He said soberly.

They fell silent again.

Rachel realized with his last words that he expected her to accept what he was doing. She wondered if that was possible. It would be easy to pretend this never happened, to plead ignorance if the worst happened and he got caught. The thought of something going wrong and an innocent person getting hurt, or worse, crossed her mind. She knew she couldn't live with herself knowing she could have prevented that.

"I feel like I don't even know who you are," She whimpered.

Kieran put his back against the doorframe and slid down until he was sitting, his legs bent and his head back against the frame. Every time she said it felt like a hot knife to his chest. He was becoming more and more sure he'd miscalculated with her, and now he had to figure out what to do about it. "I'm the same man you fell for."

Rachel hated nights when she had to deal with drunk guys who didn't take no for an answer.

"I can't serve you guys, I'm sorry," she said for the third time since the group of guys had come to order more alcohol. "It's not up to me, it's the law, bud." She added with a fake look of regret. It usually worked to diffuse situations like this, but these guys were persistent.

Visibly drunk and swaying on their feet, the men slurred and cooed at her to just let them order "one last drink." One of them was getting farther and farther across the bartop, trying to reach for whatever he could get his hands on.

"Come on, hun," she said, not bothering to mask her annoyance. "You can't be reaching around over here." She pried a glass from his hand and found her wrist trapped in its place. She tried to jerk away and couldn't. She cursed out loud and gripped the glass in her other hand, ready to use it to bash against the guy's skull if she couldn't get free.

She didn't need to. One moment, her wrist was being bruised, and the next, the guy had been ripped away from her and off the bartop. There was a commotion, and she saw a group of guys she'd served earlier rounding up the drunkards and hauling them out of the bar.

"Are you all right? Let me see your wrist," she looked up at the sound of the voice and met golden hazel eyes. The man they belonged to was big, well over six feet tall, built like he lived in the gym, his dark hair buzzed short and close. His large hands he held out askance, careful not to overstep and touch her without consent.

Rachel pulled her wrist into her chest and he withdrew his hands. "Oh, I'm fine. You just saved me from having to call the police," she admitted.

He nodded. "Good,"

Rachel set the glass down and rubbed her wrist. It would bruise, but she was okay. "Thank you,"

He glanced back to see his buddies had returned to their table. "You're welcome, glad we could help." He rapped his knuckles on the bartop a couple of times before pushing back.

"Wait!" He stopped. "Let me get you a drink or something, I feel like I owe you that much. Bulleit, right?" She turned to grab the bottle of bourbon.

"Sure, but I'd rather get your phone number." This time, she froze.

She turned on her heel to face him, bottle in hand and a wry smile on her face. "My number? You didn't run those guys off and come to my rescue just to ask for my number, did you?" She raised an eyebrow in askance.

He chuckled and thumbed his nose before bracing his arms on the bartop and leaning forward. "No, I didn't. I can't stand guys that don't take no for an answer. I would have come to ask for your number anyway."

Rachel blushed and poured a shot before taking a paper coaster and writing her name and number on it. She slid it and the shot over to him. "The shot is on me. Call me."

Rachel wanted to curse the fact that Kieran had called. She got taken in by his allure, his confidence, the way he carried himself. The little traitor in her heart reminded her that up to this point, Kieran treated her like she was his world. He doted on, spoiled, and loved her more than she'd ever been by anyone in her life. That couldn't have all been a lie.

He broke her out of her mental tug-of-war. "Don't do anything drastic, babe, please." He begged, seeing that he was losing this argument. Seeing that he was losing her. "Give it a couple of days to settle, I'll leave, or you can go to your sister's. Just-" he cut off and took a deep breath and wiped a hand over his face. "If you decide to turn me in, tell me first."

"You can't ask me that, Kieran!" Rachel blew up. "If I warn you and you run, I shouldn't bother calling the police." She huffed. "How long have you been doing this? Since we met? After?

Silence fell again between them and Rachel went back to her mental gymnastics. Memories of how good things were flooded her, and so did times when things didn't fully add up.

Rachel squealed excitedly and threw herself at Kieran as he came up her driveway. He caught her easily and spun her around a couple of times, their lips meeting, and her arms going around him tight.

"I missed you, and happy birthday," he whispered into her ear, kissing her temple before putting her down, but holding onto her hand.

Warmth spread throughout her at his admission even as nerves took hold in her gut. Introducing him to her family was a big step. She had already introduced him to her friends and they all agreed she lucked out. She only hoped her family felt the same way. "I missed you too," she said looking up at him as she walked to the door with him. "They're probably watching us right now." She added, glancing at the window facing the driveway.

He stopped and looked down at her, a small smile on his lips. "Yeah? Let them." He leaned down and kissed her again, a quick, firm peck that he came away grinning from.

She loved seeing him smile like that. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled and she could see his slightly crooked front tooth in all its glory made her heart happy.

"Kieran, this is Abby, my sister; her husband, Liam; my mom and my dad, Hannah and Jim," Rachel introduced him to each of her family members. He shook her dad's hand, and her dad seemed to approve. "Everyone, this is Kieran." She said finally.

"Nice to meet you all, I'll do my best to remember your names." Kieran said with an amicable smile.

The night went smoothly. Kieran and Liam had a couple of beers and talked to her dad, and her mom and sister teased her about how he kept stealing glances when she wasn't aware.

"He's absolutely smitten, Rachel," her mom said at one point. "Your dad is talking to him, but he keeps stealing little glances over at you when he can. I can already tell he would do anything for you. It's sweet, and I for one, approve."

Rachel smiled, relief filling her with every syllable out of her mom's mouth.

"He seems like a good guy, Rache," Abby concurred. "I approve. Plus, he's definitely nice to look at. What does he even do that has him so built like that? Construction?"

Rachel shook her head to clear it. She had answered her sister with a laugh, because the comment had mostly been a joke and rhetorical, but she hadn't fully known what he did back then. Or ever, apparently.

A thought occurred to her then, and she looked at Kieran. "Would you quit, if I asked you to?"

Kieran looked blindsided by her question, and she could see immediately he didn't want to. Her heart sank. "How can you ask me to turn a blind eye to what you're doing and accept the dangers for you when you're not willing to put us first, Kieran?" She demanded.

Kieran thought about what she was saying and realized she was right. He also knew, given enough time, he could get her to come around to his side of this. "I'll need time if I'm getting out, Rachel." He said finally.

"How much time? Weeks? Months?" She demanded, ready to agree to almost any reasonable sounding timeframe.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I'll need time to set us up so I can still provide the same lifestyle. I don't know how long it'll take…" He trailed off, unsure how long it would take her to cool off and be reasonable again.

Rachel shook her head. "Bullshit, if you can't give me a timeline, Kieran, I can't let this go. You don't get a blank check to work off of. That's not good enough."

His temper flared then, he slammed his palms onto the floor with a loud smack making Rachel jump. "I don't know, Rachel! It's not just me, I have to work it out with the guys!" He shouted.

"Don't! Don't yell at me and get upset at me! I didn't put us here!" She cried, pointing a finger. "You've been lying to me! This is your doing!"

Kieran took a deep breath to get himself back under control. He had to be the calm one, or they'd get nowhere. "Okay, calm down, it can't be good for the baby."

Rachel laughed without humor. "Oh, now you care about that."

Her words set him off again. "I've always cared, Rachel, you know that." He beat a hand on his chest. "I held your hair when you got morning sickness," another beat of his chest, "I got rid of everything that smelled that made you sick," another beat of his chest, "I got you whatever you needed or wanted at all hours." He cut his hand through the air. "Don't sit there and act like this changes all of that, because it doesn't change that for me."

"Well, it changes everything for me," Rachel declared, her eyes swollen and red from crying, fear growing in her chest.

"So, what? You'll leave me? Call the police and send me to prison? You'll throw everything we have away because of this when it never affected you negatively before now?" Kieran demanded.

"Stop it, Kieran! Stop acting like I'm the one who ruined this," Rachel cried. She took two fistfuls of cash and chucked them at him. "This! You ruined this! And I'm the idiot who fell into your life and didn't ask enough questions." She broke down into body wracking sobs then and Kieran couldn't hold himself back anymore. Despite her protests and attempts to push him away, she ended up letting him hold her and murmur apologies into her hair.

Kieran held onto her as she wept, knowing telling her was a mistake he couldn't take back. Fear that she'd actually leave and turn him in engulfed him and he cradled her in his arms and begged, "Don't leave me, Rachel, please…" his voice broke with emotion. "I'll stop, I'll stop, please… Don't leave me…" He capitulated hoping it would diffuse the situation with

Rachel wanted to believe him, but there was a nagging in her gut that told her he was telling her what she wanted to hear out of fear. She felt stupid for wanting to accept it and move forward like this hadn't happened. The more she thought about it, the more she realized all of the signs were there. She just hadn't been able to decipher them. Or she hadn't wanted to.

"What the hell is your problem this week?" Rachel demanded after Kieran snapped at her over nothing for the second time that day.

Kieran huffed and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I'm sorry, it's not you. My patience is just shot this week. There's an important project coming up, and it's been hell to plan. I'll make it up to you next week, I promise."

She had been satisfied by that. He took her on a short vacation to Hawaii afterward.

Kieran's cell rang as they sat on the couch watching a movie.

"Shit, babe, I'm sorry," he said as he got up and grabbed his phone. "It's work."

"I'll pause it," Rachel said, grabbing the remote.

Already down the hall toward their room, Kieran called back, "Don't worry about it! I'll only be a couple minutes."

Rachel paused it anyway hoping to avoid having him ask questions when he got back.

A few minutes passed, then a few more and he still hadn't come back. So, Rachel got up and headed for the bedroom. She tried the knob, but it was locked. Frowning, she pressed her ear to the door. "Babe, everything okay?" She called through the door.

"Yeah! Everything's fine! Give me a sec," Kieran called back. Then she heard him speak in a low tone she hadn't heard from him before, "Handle it, I don't care how. I gotta go, Rachel is waiting for me."

She waited outside the door for him, and he startled when he emerged a few moments later. "Shit, babe, you almost gave me a heart attack," he said, a hand on his chest and the phone nowhere in sight.

"Sorry," she muttered. "Everything good? Do you need to go deal with something?" She asked.

"No, no, things are fine. Someone just needs to do something for me at work." He responded. "Come on, I'll try and make sure that doesn't happen again. They know when I come see you not to bother me already."

They went back to their movie and she thought nothing of it again.

The phone rang and rang and rang. Kieran didn't answer. Put off, Rachel tried texting him asking where he was. She hadn't heard from him in over two weeks, and they had plans coming up she wanted to know about.

She tried calling again, this time it went straight to voicemail. Furious, she tossed her phone onto her bed and contemplated what it could mean. She had been ghosted before, but never when things were going so well. At least, she thought things were going well.

She huffed and flopped onto her bed. "Whatever, he's a dick."

Kieran called her three days later. "Babe, I am so sorry. I went on a business trip, forgot my charger, and my phone died."

Still miffed, Rachel retorted. "You couldn't get a new charger, or borrow someone else's so you could at least text me. This whole time I thought you'd ghosted me."

"Fuck," he huffed on the other end. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I was there longer than I expected to be, and by the time I saw all your messages it was too late. What can I do to make it up to you? I'm at your mercy."

Rachel thought for a moment, but the only thing she wanted was to see him. She'd missed him after all that time. "Are you busy right now?" She asked.

"No, why?"

"Come over,"

"Done,"

"God, I am so stupid." Rachel scoffed, pulling back from Kieran and wiping her face with the backs of her wrists. "Everything is making sense now, all the lies…"

Kieran didn't let go of her. He used his thumbs to wipe her eyes for her, and the hem of his shirt to wipe her nose causing her to pull away. "I'm not a child," she scolded and took the opportunity to put distance between them again.

"Sorry," he said sheepish, his hands clenching at the loss of her. "I didn't lie, you never asked what I really did after assuming I was into investments, so I let you think that."

"A lie of omission is still a lie, Kieran. God, I feel like I don't even know you. Do you realize what that's like? Huh? Because it's terrifying. I'm having your baby for god's sake!" Rachel lamented.

"I never lied to you!" Kieran needed her to believe that at least. "I was always myself with you. You of all people know who I am, Rachel. I don't want you to be scared of me." He said looking over at her.

"Well, I never would have guessed you'd be capable of robbing a bank, let alone multiple banks. So, clearly, you hid some part of yourself from me." She retorted. It was surreal, to be bickering with him like this as if it was some simple thing like he left his socks on the floor again. She felt the tears coming back and buried her face in her hands. "I can't take this,"

"Well, now you know it all. It was one part of me, now you know everything." Kieran tried to explain.

"Who else knows? Do Gina and Kailey know? " Rachel laughed a little hysterically. "I can't believe I just said their names in relation to this."

Kieran blew out a breath, dread filling him at the reminder he hadn't told the guys about his plan to tell her. "Gina knows, Kailey doesn't and you can't tell her. We voted against telling her."

Rachel frowned. "You voted? So, what? If the majority hadn't agreed to tell me, you would have kept lying to me?" She demanded.

Kieran hesitated and rubbed at the back of his neck. He groaned and it turned into a loud curse. He stared straight ahead as he spoke again, "No, I didn't ask them. They would have voted against it." Now, he understood why. He knew he messed up, and now he had to fix it. For everyone.

Rachel's heart sank. "Great, so now I need to worry about what could happen if they find out I know."

Kieran shook his head and he placed a hand on the back of her neck before pressing his forehead to hers. Rachel knew she had no chance in a struggle against him, so she let it happen and listened to what he said next. "No, you don't have to worry about them. They know better than to cross me, especially when it comes to you. They have to go through me to get to you, and none of them are up for that. I promise you that." His eyes bored into hers and her blood went cold.

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut against his gaze. "I wish you hadn't told me." She whispered.

Kieran stroked the nape of her neck with his thumb, greedily taking whatever contact he could get. "We can pretend you don't. We'll act like none of this happened, and go back to the way things were. I'll tell you however much you want to know, Rachel. Keeping this from you…" he trailed off, sounding pained. "It was killing me." He admitted. And it had been.

"It's too late for that, Kieran. I know now, and as much as I wish I could wash it from my knowledge, I can't un-know it." Rachel met his gaze, her sight blurring with more tears.

Kieran searched her gaze for a long time after that, fighting with himself over what to do next. It never occurred to him that she wouldn't understand and accept this. Of course, he knew it was a risk, but they were married and had a baby on the way. He never thought she would choose the law over him and their life together. It maddened and devastated him.

Rachel could see him fighting with himself and as much as it killed her she was glad too. She needed him to understand the hurt he was causing, and she needed him to feel as raw as she felt now.

After what felt like forever, Kieran let her go and scooted back against the wall under the window. He propped his arms on his bent knees and dropped his head back. "Now what?" The emptiness in his tone scared her.

Rachel hesitated when she answered, "I don't know."