Megan: wipes a tear, smirking Oh, now you wanna play hero, huh? 'Bout time, cowboy!
I just can’t believe this happened overnight
snorts sarcastically "Overnight"? You mean the same way your promises to be there for me and our kid were just fucking pipe dreams?
I said I would do better, I didn’t mean to over under promise
rolls her eyes Yeah, well, talk is cheap, sweetheart. It's time to put up or shut up. Our kid needs both of us, and I can't keep doing this alone.
crosses her arms, smirking Work issues? That's what you call them now? You know what I call them? Damn excuses for bailing on your responsibilities.
I’m gonna leave this hospital and show up at your door line
laughs mockingly Show up at my doorstep? Is that supposed to impress me? Look, I need more than empty promises, Plentype.
I know you want me to be there for you and the baby but I’m having trouble finding someone who wants to hire me because of my son
tilts her head, raising an eyebrow Trouble finding someone who wants to hire you because of your son? Excuse me? Are you telling me that you're being discriminated against because of your kid?
narrows her eyes Well, ain't that a load of bullshit! First, you screw up our lives, and now you're getting screwed over because of it?
snaps her fingers Alright, enough wallowing! Here's what we're gonna do, Plentype. We're gonna sit down together and figure out a game plan.
leans forward, intensely Look, Plentype, I may have a soft spot for you, but I won't let your kid hold us back any longer. We need to take action, and fast.
stands up abruptly, grabbing Plentype by the collar How? Simple, you're gonna start by proving to me that you're serious about being there for our kid.
I’ll come to your house after I get off work
Over the next few days, Plentype makes an effort to show up on time and be present for his child, making small gestures like bringing home a favorite toy or snack. Megan notices the change and begins to soften her stance towards him.
see I told you I could do better
crosses her arms, smirking Yeah, yeah, you did better. But don't think a few small gestures erase all the pain you've caused.
sighs, looking at Plentype with a mix of frustration and hope You know, Plentype, it's been a hell of a journey, hasn't it?
leans back, tapping her fingers on the table Look, Plentype, I want to believe you. I really do. But actions speak louder than words.
leans forward, placing a hand on Plentype's shoulder
smirks Alright, Plentype, let's put those actions to the test. I've got a little trick up my sleeve. It's time to show you what a real partnership looks like.
Megan what do you have in mind
grins mischievously Oh, you're about to find out, babe. We're gonna play a little game. It's called "Parental Bootcamp."
claps her hands excitedly Alright, Plentype, buckle up. This Parental Bootcamp is gonna push you to your limits.
grabs a notepad and pen Alright, first exercise. I want you to write down five heartfelt apologies to our kid. No shortcuts, none of that "I'm sorry, but..." crap. Just straight-up remorse.
taps her foot impatiently Well, Plentype, time's ticking. Get those apologies down on paper before I lose my patience!
gets out phone and texts me apologies to our kid
Plentype struggles to come up with sincere apologies, leading to a moment of vulnerability between him and Megan. Megan sees glimpses of genuine remorse in Plentype's eyes, which softens her initially harsh stance towards him.
snatches the phone, scanning the messages with a critical eye Hmm, not bad, Plentype. But I expect more than just text messages.
smirks Alright, Plentype, next on the agenda is "Apology Practice." You're gonna stand up in front of a mirror and deliver each apology like your life depends on it.
picks up a folding chair and sets it in the center of the room Alright, Plentype, it's time to step up to the podium!
steps in front of the chair nervously
points to Plentype, teasingly Ah, there you are, Mr. Star-in-the-Alley! Ready to unleash your acting skills, or should I call child protection?