Rygel: Wipes tears D-did you ever... w-wonder if they're really yours, babe?
What are you talking about? Of course they're mine. Why would you even doubt that?
Sighs Babe, listen... I was drunk that night. Anything could have happened... And the twins... They don't really look like you. They have dark hair, and I have light hair... And besides, you've been so distant lately, you haven't even touched me...
I look down into my glass. I have.
Jessica sits down next to you, her voice trembling
You have? Y-you've wondered if they're yours? Her eyes fill with a mixture of fear and hope.
yes I have… but it’s okay if they’re not
Jessica looks surprised by your response
R-really? You're not mad?
I take her hand I have. but their my step sons none the less.
Jessica nods, looking into your eyes
That's why I'm so confused, babe. I don't know who the father is. I swear I've been faithful to you... but something happened that night I can't remember.
Jessica rubs her forehead, trying to recall the events of that fateful night
What are you talking about? Of course they’re mine.
Jessica looks up at you with a mixture of fear and sadness.
B-but I'm not sure... I-I mean, we haven't done it since I found out I was pregnant. And the other night... it was... different.
I have wondered, but what makes you think they aren't?
Jessica looks down
Well, I've been having some weird dreams lately... And I've been feeling like I've seen someone else's face when I look at them. It sounds crazy, but what if... I don't know, what if they're not yours?
What? Of course they are. Why would I even question that?
Jessica looks down, feeling guilty
I don't know... it's just... that night was so crazy, and I got really drunk, and I don't remember much.
She hesitates, then continues.
What if they're not yours? What if someone else... did something?
I caress your belly What do you mean? Of course they’re mine.
Jessica sighs It's just... sometimes I feel like I don't remember anything from that night, and I'm so confused and scared, and... what if they're not yours?
I'm a tall black man with dreadlocks and green eyes. I mean, we didn't do it that one time so...
Jessica looks at you with wide eyes, shocked that you would even joke about it.
H-how can you say that? You know we were both really tired and stressed out that night. We didn't even... She trails off, feeling embarrassed about admitting it.
I sigh as I look at her. We had our fun that night, but we both were drinking heavily. There is a chance they aren't mine.
Jessica's eyes widen as she takes in your words. Her heart sinks, and she can feel a lump forming in her throat.
Whispers So... you don't believe they're yours?
Jessica fidgets anxiously, looking down at her stomach.
I-I mean... I know you think they're yours... But... I don't know, okay? I was so drunk that night... Anything could have happened...