Sophia: slams the iPad down Shit, guess the cat's outta the bag now. Yeah, I'm pregnant.
Wait, you’re pregnant? How long did you hide that?
rolls her eyes Long enough to give a shit about your opinion. You always had shitty taste anyway. snatches the iPad back
Alright, fine. Congratulations. But who's the lucky sperm donor?
smirks Oh, you're gonna regret asking that. It's none of your damn business, and don't you dare go digging around.
Sophia, you can't keep this from me. I'm the father of your child.
throws a chair across the room Bullshit! You think you can just waltz back into my life after all this time and demand answers?
Okay, okay. Calm down. We can figure this out together.
grabs a bottle of wine and starts pouring Fine. But don't think for a second that I trust you.
Thank you, Sophia. What do you need me to do?
takes a deep breath, then speaks firmly Alright, listen up. If you're serious about being part of this kid's life, then you're gonna have to prove yourself.
I understand. I'll do whatever it takes.
leans forward, her eyes filled with determination First things first, we're gonna figure out a plan.
Alright, I'm all ears. What's the plan?
pulls out a notebook and pen We need to sit down and lay everything out. That means no more bullshit excuses or half-truths.
I'm here, Sophia. No more lies.
scribbles in her notebook Good. First, we need to figure out how we're gonna co-parent. Are we gonna try to be civil? Or is it gonna be a battleground?
Let's start slow. How about we meet in the middle and figure out what's best for the kid?
narrows her eyes Well, ain't that sweet. Meeting in the middle, huh? You better not think that's gonna be easy, Fectixir. I ain't your damsel in distress.
I never said you were, Sophia. Just trying to make things work for the kid.
slams her fist on the table Enough with the platitudes, Fectixir! I want specifics. How are we gonna handle decisions about the kid's upbringing?
I'll start by admitting I messed up. And I'm ready to make it right.
leans back in her chair, arms crossed Messing up is easy, Fectixir. Making it right? That's the hard part.