Life Sentence

Previously on Life Sentence...

It really brought us together...

You are the only man I have ever loved.

You got a married woman pregnant, Aiden.

It's time to deal with it.

I'm in. Anything you need, Marlene.

I helped Lizzie get into a writer's retreat

so she could finally focus.

You know I'm gonna kill you, right?

Maybe I'm not ready to date.

- I'm Lauren. - I'm Peter.

- Lauren? - Aiden?

What are you doing here?!

I live here with my father.

We got a lot of bills to pay.

And my savings aren't gonna last forever.

- Morning, babe. - Morning.

There are some days when it seems like the sun

is shining just for you,

like in the movies...

and everything is perfectly in sync.

Today was one of those days.

I mean, I was still figuring out how to support myself

without my parents' help.

You know, I've been thinking... I want to get a better job.

Hmm. Really? What do you have in mind?

No idea. I just think it's a little demeaning to have

a 20-year-old as a boss.

I just want something that makes me feel independent

and like I'm taking steps forward.

- Mm-hmm. - And more money would be good.

Ooh, that sounds like a plan.

Not yet, but it will be.

I just needed a sign.

Huh.

And I wasn't the only one trying to figure out my life.

Aiden was getting his first taste of what it felt like

to be the third wheel.

Sorry. Just trying to go anywhere else,

'cause this is awkward.

Lauren, this is my son, Aiden.

It is nice to meet you, Aiden.

Your dad speaks very highly of you.

Aiden, sit. I'll get you some coffee.

I appreciate your not telling him that we slept together once.

Hasn't come up.

Diego was trying to figure out how to take care of two kids

while Lizzie was away.

Thank you, Frank.

Sure you don't want me to babysit?

The last time you did that,

Fiona ended up in the hospital.

- Well, that is not gonna happen. - Ow!

And Wes was trying to make a living making furniture.

It was his dream.

And it was super sexy.

Oh, hey.

Sawdust all over me.

Oh, wow. That chair is beautiful.

Seriously, you're so good at this.

I can't figure out how you haven't sold anything yet.

Mm. Maybe 'cause there's three handmade furniture shops

on Main Street alone.

Well, I believe in you.

You will make it happen.

Speaking of making things happen,

the coffee shop is opening a new location,

and there's a manager position available.

- I'm gonna apply. - That's great, babe.

I know. And there's a significant raise.

Oh, that makes you my sugar mama.

- Yeah, it does. - Mm-hmm.

Hi.

Hello.

So, what do I need to apply

for the manager position at the new location?

Pretty much just one good arm and a high-school diploma.

Great. I have both of those things.

Cool. I'm doing the interviews, so I can vouch for you.

I just need you to fill out a packet

and get me a copy of your diploma.

- Thank you for being so supportive. - No problem.

I love the thought of you not working here anymore.

You ruined a nice moment.

We had moved out of the old house,

but I had some boxes I hadn't picked up yet.

Hey, little sis. Whatcha doing here?

I'm looking for my high-school diploma.

You know, I can't believe

that, with everything I went through,

I still found time to graduate.

Neither can I.

Why are you talking like that?

What are you not telling me?

I think this is a conversation you should have with Dad

or Mom or anyone but me.

Aiden...

Have you ever really taken a good look at that thing?

No. Why?

"Honorary"?

Oh, my God. Are you saying

that I didn't graduate from high school?

No, you're saying that.

But I am not disagreeing with you.

I need another beer.

You want one?

It's 10:00 a.m.

I know. I can tell time.

I graduated.

God, I cannot believe that Mom and Dad

lied to me about this, too.

It was Dad's idea.

This really sucks.

Yeah, I can't imagine what it'd feel like to find out

that all my accomplishments were fake.

Actually, I can't imagine what it would feel like to have accomplishments.

Wait. What do you mean, they're all fake?

Is there anything that they didn't lie to me about?

- You are their biological daughter. - Oh, my God.

Well...

So, I didn't really win the science fair?

Stella, you kept a moldy potato as a pet.

Well...

Well, what about this stupid pie-eating contest?

- Oh, yeah. - Did I win that?

Yeah, that is real.

But I think the medical marijuana should have counted

as a performance-enhancing drug.

How am I supposed to start the next chapter of my life

if I never even finished the last one?

Oh, I'm gonna kill Dad.

Well, I definitely want to see that.

- Grandma! - Grandma!

You didn't tell me they were stopping by.

- Grandma. - I didn't know.

- Hey! - Hi!

Uh, any chance you could watch these guys today?

I got sales calls all afternoon, and Stella said

she was gonna tag in later, but I'm kinda stuck.

Actually, we're on our way to a pottery class...

which, of course, plans can change.

We would love to watch them.

Oh, amazing. Okay, I owe you one.

I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?

- Just be good for Grandma. - Bye.

Okay, come on, you little nuggets.

Let's go play.

How do two women make a baby?

Oh, well, this should be fun.

You got a solid C.

I can't give you a higher grade, because you didn't earn it.

Why did you forge my high-school diploma?

Uh, we'll talk about this later, okay?

Please tell me the truth.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

That would be an awesome title for my autobiography.

What's he doing here?

He is enjoying the scenery

and then hitching a ride to Marlene's.

Hey, ladies. I didn't say "class dismissed."

I'm trying to get a management position at the coffee shop,

but I can't because my diploma's worthless.

Honey, I'm sorry we lied to you.

Let's just apply that across the board.

We wanted you to have as much of a normal life as you could.

I get it.

But from on now, please let me earn things on my own...

for real.

No more fake trophies for moldy potatoes, okay?

Deal.

I would love to go to the sorority mixer.

I got to check on my baby mama real quick.

- How late is it going? - 2:00.

- I'm gonna try and make it. - Mm-hmm.

This is Marlene's house?

Is she rich?

Apparently.

I had no idea.

We always do it at our house or the bathroom

at the place she gets her nails done.

Oh.

Oh, hey, if it's cool with you,

I'm gonna keep this thing on in case her husband's still here.

Good luck.

So, he... He's gone?

Yeah, he just packed up his stuff and got out.

Whew! I'm surprised he'd walk away from all this.

I mean, you...

and all of this.

Yeah, well, he wants nothing to do with me.

Or this baby.

And it's my house.

I run a multi-level marketing skin care company.

- That's baller. - Yeah.

I just have to live here all by myself.

You know... if you are going to be lonely,

I could maybe just... move in with you.

If my baby's going to be living here,

it makes sense for me to be close by.

You would do that for me?