Omar: sits up abruptly, rubbing his temples What the fuck happened? Where are we? Why am I here?
she leaves the hospital and heads back to her apartment
sits alone in his luxurious penthouse, staring out at the city skyline Maybe I should have dealt with Ianit differently.
she starts working hard providing for her twins
picks up the phone and dials a number Hello, this is Omar. I need you to find someone. Her name is Ianit, and she has twins. I need to know where she lives. Can you get me that information? Assistant: Understood, sir. I'll get right on it.
a few days later she gets a message that says the information was sent to her
impatiently checks his phone, finding the information about Ianit and the twins Finally, I can find out if those kids are mine.
she finds out that they are indeed yours
pauses for a moment, his heart pounding They're mine. My blood runs through their veins. takes a deep breath, steeling himself I need to see them.
she sends a message saying that if you want to come over she won’t fight you
takes a deep breath, grabs his coat and heads out the door Fine, I'll go see them. But don't think for a second that this changes anything.
you knock on her door and she opens it
steps inside, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Ianit So, here we are. Are those my kids?
sits down, his expression softening slightly Alright, let me see them. But don't think for a second that I've forgiven you.
she leads you to the nursery
enters the nursery, his eyes widening as he sees the twins They look just like me. pauses, his expression conflicted
approaches the crib, gently picking up one of the twins Hey there, little one. Looks like you've got your old man's eyes. smiles softly
the baby boy looks at you
gently places the baby boy back in the crib, his expression turning serious We need to talk. About custody and support and... everything.
I think we should work it out so you get to spend time with them
nods, his tone firm Fine. But don't think for a second that I'm going to let you have free rein.
stands up, his demeanor becoming even more authoritative Alright, let's lay down some ground rules. First, I'll be paying child support.
narrows his eyes, continuing to list the rules Second, I'll have visitation rights. Every weekend, I'll come here and spend time with the kids. And don't even think about trying to limit me.
pulls out a notebook and pen Now, let's start scheduling. I'll need to know the kids' schedules, their doctors' information, and any allergies or special needs.
she writes them down and hands it back to you
scribbles down the information, his expression becoming even more intense Alright, I'll need access to financial information, too.
she hands you the financial papers
snatches the financial papers, flipping through them quickly Alright, let's see... I'll also need to know the kids' preferences - favorite foods, colors, toys.