"We need to talk."
"This is not your business Marcus."
"It became my business when your pregnant wife called my house crying at midnight."
"Olivia called you crying?"
"She called Shanice."
Fitz pushed the papers off his desk and Marcus didn't move. Important documents were scattered all over the floor.
"You're upset."
"You damn right I'm upset. I didn't ask for this."
"Why did you marry Olivia?"
"Because I love her. I don't want to share her with three kids."
"You're making this harder than it needs to be. I'm marrying a woman with six kids because I love her and I care about her kids. I want to adopt her kids because they deserve a real family. Fitz, you don't always have to be selfish. It's okay to care about someone besides yourself and Olivia."
"I'm not like you Marcus. I can't deal with all that damn loud noise every day. I just want my Livvie. Nothing had to change. She wanted a baby, and now triplets. How am I supposed to be okay with this? I'm losing the woman I love to whiny brats."
"That you created with your wife. Is it the babies fault or yours?"
"That's a stupid question."
"No it's not. You got your wife pregnant. It's your fault."
"I didn't ask for triplets."
Marcus shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sure you let out more than one sperm. You should be glad you didn't get more than triplets."
"Are you trying to be funny?"
"No, I'm being honest."
"I want her to have an abortion."
"You want to kill your babies?"
"We can't afford triplets."
"If I can afford six kids on my salary, I know you can afford half of that."
"I guess I owe my wife an apology."
"Yes you do."
"I have a conference with all my employees scheduled for 9:00. I will apologize after the meeting."