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And when it comes to raising my son I sincerely don't care what you think. Besides, I only hired male nannies. Their company was much more enjoyable, but they had little to no effect on my child's personality or upbringing.

It is so nice to see that we have both grown to become better people in the past four years. You sure that baby is Connor's?

...No. Not positively sure, anyway.

Well, at least you have practice on what to say to him.

I'm not so sure that Luke is Connor's either.

{Opens and closes his mouth a few times, hoping not to overreact to something he isn't sure he understood correctly} Victoria...What the fuck?

{Tries his very best to remain calm though his hands are shaking} Tell me you are being cruel and joking with me right now, tell me there isn't a chance in hell that Luke is...

I don't know, Dominic. It's not like I can recall the exact moment I was impregnated and by who. It could have been Barney the fucking dinosaur for all I know.

{Picks up the item closest to him and chucks it at the wall} Can you understand why I am angry here?? Why didn't you tell me this sooner? Or try to get a paternity test? I could have a kid!

[Her eyes shut instinctively at the thud, letting out an exasperated sigh when she opens them again] Well...I'm glad we're choosing to be mature about all of this. I guess I'll go ahead and incorporate honesty; I don't understand.

How do you not understand? {Lets out a rather big sigh of his own and starts to pace back and forth} Is it unreasonable of me to ask for a paternity test?

Let's think about this rationally for a moment, shall we? You can barely stand the sight of me, we live in separate locations and neither of us are agreeable enough to re-locate, and he has a father. He may not be perfect, and he may not be as good to him as you could be. But he's happy. I'd like to think that...he's happy.

That's not fair. To me or to Luke. I think that both of us have a right to know the truth here. In all honesty, the kid could be neither mine or Coopers but I think he deserves a chance to know his real father. I think you owe me that knowledge as well.

Listen, prick. You don't get to talk to me like that. In all honesty, the only man I slept with while we were married that wasn't you was your so called best friend. And right now all I can think about is getting on a plane and going home.

Don't. Don't do that. {Slumps down in his chair and puts a hand to his head} I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that about you, this has all caught me a bit off guard. We can deal with this rationally. I can deal rationally.

It's funny how it works, isn't it? All along you've wanted me to leave and now that I'm finally ready to you need me to stay.

It is rather ironic. It's rather important that I know what is going on. I don't want to break up your family and I don't want to hurt Luke but I could at least see him and then when he is old enough to understand the situation we could tell him the truth.

Tell him what exactly? That his mother was a reckless cheating whore who had no real idea what she wanted? Yes, let's do that as soon as humanly possible! I'm sure he could comprehend it at six. Maybe seven, at the latest.

I don't think you are a whore. Neither of us knew what we wanted, and I honestly don't blame you for what happened. At least, not entirely. {He gives her a small smile, regardless of the situation he doesn't like to see her upset}

Just...stop, Dominic. I can't do this right now. [She gets up and heads toward the door.] I just didn't want my kid to have a childhood like mine.

{He puts a hand on her arm to stop her} He isn't going to. But you shouldn't be lying to him either.

[Pushes his hand away, more forcefully than she had originally intended.] You're going to get what you want, just leave me alone.

Alright. {He puts his hands in his pockets, aware of the fact the tables have now turned} Thank you, Vicky.