That Sunday, Theresa came back to pick up Matthew. She was incredibly nervous because she knew that Ryan was now asking for a paternity test. Theresa could not bear the thought of him finding out the lie she had created; however, it was too late to tell him the truth. All she could do was hope that maybe Ryan would change his mind somehow, and that maybe he would trust her on good faith alone. Probably not, though, considering he never trusted anyone. Theresa knocked on the Cohens' door. Sandy answered.

"Hey, Theresa, Ryan and Matthew are right inside," Sandy said.

"Thanks, Mr. Cohen," Theresa replied. She walked into the house behind Sandy and followed him into the kitchen where Ryan and her son were. "Hi, Ryan."

Sandy looked back and forth between the two of them and said, "I'll leave you two alone." He walked off into the living room.

"So have you thought about it - the DNA test?" Ryan asked, point blank.

Theresa slowly nodded, and replied, "I have, and I think that it's unfair of you to not trust me on good judgement. I've never lied to you before, and I certainly wouldn't start now. Therefore, I'm saying 'no' to the DNA test."

"You're saying 'no'?" Ryan repeated. "You want me to pay out money for eighteen years without honestly knowing that your son is mine?"

"Yes, because he is yours. I'm telling you the truth!" Theresa yelled at Ryan.

"Then let's do a paternity test! If you're so god-dammed sure, then lets take the test!" Ryan screamed. He paused for a second. No one said anything. "I'll get a court order if you don't want to do this voluntarily. My lawyer can get one easily."

"You wouldn't," Theresa gasped. She knew that there was no way to hide her secret.

"I would. I can get one tomorrow," Ryan told her. He appeared to very extremely pissed.

"Fine... whatever. I'm going to get Matthew and go now," Theresa replied. She walked over to the table to grab Matthew and his things. Then she turned around to walk out the door. Ryan did not follow her this time to make sure she got out okay.

Sandy walked into the kitchen. Ryan still had not moved from where he was standing. Sandy said, "I think you're doing the right thing, kid."

"You think so?" Ryan wondered.

"Yeah, I do," Sandy answered. "I'll talk to the judge in the morning. We can go do this tomorrow."

"Thanks, Sandy," Ryan replied.