Ethan slipped quietly in to Julian's study through the back entrance. He
waited only a minute or two before both Julian and Dr. Russell entered from
the main hallway.
Julian ushered Eve through the doorway, and didn't speak to Ethan until the door was completely closed.
"Ethan, what can I...or should I say, we, do for you?"
"Yes, Ethan. You've got me intrigued, I must say", replied Eve.
"Julian, I need you to answer me a question, and please, be honest. I know I can trust you this time, because you have changed so much in the past few months."
Julian glanced over to Eve. "Of course Ethan, ask away."
"Can you tell me that you honestly can remember ..."being" with Theresa in Bermuda? Are you sure the rest of the night wasn't staged, just like the wedding?"
Julian sat down on the couch. No one had ever asked him this before, and he began to think. All he could remember was...
"Ethan, honestly,...all I remember was waking up in bed next to Theresa. As far as the two of us actually consummating the relationship, I have no idea. I just assumed that, because Theresa was pregnant, the child was mine."
"Julian, Theresa and I made love on the beach the night before our wedding. Now, Dr. Russell, I know you initially told Theresa that the baby could not be ours, because she was on birth control, but isn't there the slightest possibility that Little Ethan is mine? How long was Theresa taking the pill before that night?"
"Well, Ethan. I remember writing Theresa the prescription about a week before the wedding..."
"A week? Doesn't it take a month or so before the pill becomes completely effective? I remember the Dr. telling Gwen it takes about a month to get out of your system. Wouldn't it take the same amount of time to become effective?"
Eve looked at Julian. They could immediately tell what the other was thinking. If Little Ethan was really Ethan's son, then Rebecca would no longer have any legal rights to the boy, and she would have to stop blackmailing Julian. Both Julian and Eve smiled at the same time.
"Julian, would you bring Little Ethan down to your office? I need to get a culture from him...just in case he has strep throat," she said smiling, and pulling a DNA swab out of her dr.'s bag.
Julian ushered Eve through the doorway, and didn't speak to Ethan until the door was completely closed.
"Ethan, what can I...or should I say, we, do for you?"
"Yes, Ethan. You've got me intrigued, I must say", replied Eve.
"Julian, I need you to answer me a question, and please, be honest. I know I can trust you this time, because you have changed so much in the past few months."
Julian glanced over to Eve. "Of course Ethan, ask away."
"Can you tell me that you honestly can remember ..."being" with Theresa in Bermuda? Are you sure the rest of the night wasn't staged, just like the wedding?"
Julian sat down on the couch. No one had ever asked him this before, and he began to think. All he could remember was...
"Ethan, honestly,...all I remember was waking up in bed next to Theresa. As far as the two of us actually consummating the relationship, I have no idea. I just assumed that, because Theresa was pregnant, the child was mine."
"Julian, Theresa and I made love on the beach the night before our wedding. Now, Dr. Russell, I know you initially told Theresa that the baby could not be ours, because she was on birth control, but isn't there the slightest possibility that Little Ethan is mine? How long was Theresa taking the pill before that night?"
"Well, Ethan. I remember writing Theresa the prescription about a week before the wedding..."
"A week? Doesn't it take a month or so before the pill becomes completely effective? I remember the Dr. telling Gwen it takes about a month to get out of your system. Wouldn't it take the same amount of time to become effective?"
Eve looked at Julian. They could immediately tell what the other was thinking. If Little Ethan was really Ethan's son, then Rebecca would no longer have any legal rights to the boy, and she would have to stop blackmailing Julian. Both Julian and Eve smiled at the same time.
"Julian, would you bring Little Ethan down to your office? I need to get a culture from him...just in case he has strep throat," she said smiling, and pulling a DNA swab out of her dr.'s bag.