"What the hell is your problem, Daniel?," Rikki Messer scolded her very soon to be ex-husband, who was pacing back and forth in the judge's chambers they were waiting in, "You THAT anxious to get back to your whore?"
He was anxious; they had waited the mandatory 30-days for the judge to sign the divorce agreement. He just wanted this all to be over with, so he could start his life with his Montana. The life he should have had before… don't think about it like that Messer. It gave you your son. He also wanted to let the world know that Lindsay Monroe was taken, had been for a very long time, but only a select few knew he had moved in with her after he told Rikki he was filing for a divorce.
Instantaneously, he stopped his pacing and reared his head around to look at her, "You know damn well she isn't a whore," he replied, his voice icy cold, "Remember she left ME," pointing to himself, "because of what WE did?" he gestured between the two of them.
"So what are you trying to say?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips in a defensive stance.
"I think you know EXACTLY what I'm sayin'. The ONLY reason why I married you was because you were carrying my son!" he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible. He was not going to stand her and let Lindsay take any heat for this. Her only fault in this whole matter was loving him.
He watched as the corner of her mouth went up into cocky smirk, "Who said he is yours?" she said coolly, crossing her arms across her chest.
He felt like someone just slapped him in the face, "What did you just say?" he asked hoarsely.
Suddenly the door opened to the chambers, "Daniel Messer and Rikki Sandoval Messer?" the judge asked.