January 16th 1991: She sits in an office, just waiting. Finally the man she's waiting on enters the room.
"Why do you want to talk in here?"
"Close the door," she insists.
"I don't have time for this," he replies impatiently.
"Damn it! Sit down. This will only take a minute. I know that you're busy, and you have other women you need to see, but right now I get a moment of your attention. I don't think that is too much to ask, is it?"
He sinks into his chair behind the desk. "No," he answers solemnly.
"I've got to tell you something."
"Obviously."
"And before I do I think that you should agree to remain calm."
"Why?"
"Because I know... it would be hypocritical."
"What are you talking about?"
"I had an affair. At least I'm telling you about it. Not that you've ever considered doing the same but..."
He stares at her in disbelief, "You had an affair? I..."
"What did you expect?"
"I can't... why are you telling me? You don't have to tell me. I never had to know."
'' I thought that it would be nice to be honest with each other, just once."
"Oh."
"And..."
He interrupts, "There's more?"
"I'm pregnant," she admits.
"You're what?"
"You heard me."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Oh..."
"It's not yours. I'm sure of that."
"You're not actually thinking of keeping it are you?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I can think of at least five reasons, just off the top of my head."
"You're not going to guilt me into a decision."
"I don't want to..."
"I'll figure something out. Let's face it, I'm used to cleaning up messes. Most of the time they're not mine."
"I don't care how you handle this, but I do not want to ever have to explain this. Do not bring a baby home to this house."
"Or what?"
"I won't do it."
"I've given you everything and..."
"Don't argue."
The cab stops in front of a house on a suburban house. She is jolted into reality. She pays the man, and gets out of the cab. She grabs her suitcase, and walks down the sidewalk to the house. The porch light is on as she approaches. The door opens before she even knocks. A tall, handsome man ushers her into the house. He takes her suitcase.
"Are you ready?" he questions.
"I've been waiting for this moment for nearly twenty years. I only wish that things could have been different."
"I know."
"Where is she?"
"Liv is upstairs," he answers, "First door on the left."
"Ok," she rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she climbs the stairs. She reaches the top of the stairs and hangs a left. She stops in front of a closed door. She stand in front of the door for what seems like an eternity, trying to build up the nerve to go in. Finally she knocks on the bedroom door.
"Can I come in?" she questions softly.
"Who is it?" the voice on the other side questions.
"Um...your dad didn't tell you I was coming?"
"It's six o'clock in the morning usually people don't stop by to visit at this hour."
"I caught the red eye. I didn't wake you did I?"
"No, but who are you?" she questions from inside the bedroom.
"I think that you've been waiting for me."
"I doubt it."
"Olivia... I'm is your... mother."
There is a moment of silence. "Why are you here now?" Olivia questions.
"Your father called me."
"Of course he did. I'm fine."
"I'm here now, and I'd like to see you."
"Why? Why now?"
"Because I've spent your entire life being an idiot. I'm sorry that I've... I'm sorry that I haven't been here when you needed me. I know that you needed me and... I was so busy trying to protect something that didn't even matter that I made the biggest mistake of my life. Can I come in? Please."
"I guess."
She turns the doorknob, and pushes the door open. She finds a nineteen year old lying in bed with her lamp on. The girl just stares at her.
"I guess you know who I am," Olivia smiles.
"Well I named you, if that's what you mean."
"Yeah."
"What has your father told you about me?"
"Basically nothing."
"So we'll start from scratch."
"You're older than I thought you'd be."
"I'm sorry," she approaches the bed.
Olivia scoots over she points to a spot on the bed. "You can sit down."
"Olivia I'm so sorry. I know nothing I could ever do could even start to make up for what I've done."
"You could try," Olivia suggests.
She stares at her daughter. The girl has big brown eyes, and auburn hair. Olivia catches her staring.
"Am I what you expected?"
"I never expected your hair to be..."
"Red?"
"I guess not."
"I never expected... you."
"I love you so much, I always have."
"So..."
She cuts her off before she can finish the thought, "I never expected to have you... to get pregnant with you. I've got to be perfectly honest, I never expected to have any sort of relationship with your father either."
"You're married?"
"Not anymore."
