The following morning, Sandy Cohen walked into the Orange Country Court. He waited to see a judge, who was a friend of his. They had gone to law school together at the University of California at Berkeley, and he had tried several of Sandy's cases in the past, when he worked in the District Attorney's office. The judge called him into his office, where Sandy was given the court order to have Theresa Gonzales give her son a paternity test. He did not ask any questions, and just signed the order. Sandy thanked the man, and drove back to Newport to get Ryan, so they could go to Chino to see Theresa, and to get the paternity test. They had not called Theresa to let her know that they were coming.

Meanwhile, in Chino, Theresa was really beginning to worry. She had not gone to work that day, she had been so worried. Theresa was afraid of what could happen if he or anyone else were to find out about what she had done. Although she and Ryan were not together, she still cared for him, and did not want him to find about the lie she had told him. She paced up and down her living room, trying to think of what to do next. Her mother was at work. It was only she, Eddie, and the baby that were home that day. Eddie was supposed to be out finding a job, but he claimed that there was "nothing out there", which was probably at least somewhat true. They still lived with her mother because of how hard it had been to find work recently, and since Arturo was still in prison, the baby slept in his room.

"What am I going to do?" Theresa said quietly as she paced.

Eddie looked up at her from where he was sitting drinking his beer and asked, "Do about what, Baby?"

"Ryan and the DNA test," Theresa replied. "He's going to know that I lied, and he could sue us."

"Those tests aren't always accurate, are they?" Eddie asked.

Theresa glared at Eddie and answered, "They use them in court as proof, so they must be pretty accurate."

"Oh," Eddie replied. He took another drink of his beer. Matthew started crying in the other room. Theresa looked distressed. She went off down the hall to get the baby. Eddie continued to sit in his chair, drinking his beer, and watching television. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Without thinking, he got up with his beer, went over to the door, and opened it. On the other side of the door were Ryan and Sandy with a court order for a paternity test.

Ryan looked at Eddie, completely in shock. He could not think of anything to say. The three of them stood there for a good minute before anyone said anything. Finally, Ryan said, "Eddie, what are you doin' here, Man?"

Eddie waved the beer at Ryan and replied, "Well, I could ask you the same thing."

Sandy stepped forward before Ryan did anything else. Sandy could see it in Ryan's eyes that he just wanted to kill Eddie. He said, "Hi, Sandy Cohen, I'm Ryan Atwood's attorney. We're here to see Theresa Gonzales."

"Uh... yeah," Eddie replied. Just then Theresa walked around the corner with Matthew in her arms. She saw Ryan, and he saw her.

"Ryan," she said.

"Theresa," he replied. Eddie got out of the way, and took Matthew from Theresa. He went into the other room. He knew that something was going to happen, and he did not want to be apart of it. Ryan and Sandy stepped into the house. Ryan looked around for a moment and then focused on Theresa.

"And you said you weren't lying that Matthew was my son," Ryan muttered. "Clearly, that was a lie."

"Ryan don't jump to any conclusions, please," Theresa pleaded.

"What? Do you expect me to believe that he is mine now!" Ryan exclaimed.

"I don't know, but what I do know is that he might not be Eddie's either," Theresa began to explain.

"What are you talking about? You're living with him. Obviously this baby is his son," Ryan concluded.

"Just because Eddie and I are together doesn't mean that this baby is his," Theresa explained.

"Then what does it mean. Clearly, he is a father to this child. He plays with Matthew, changes his diaper, reads to him... that's being a father. If you questioned his paternity earlier, why didn't you and Eddie get a DNA test?" Ryan wondered.

"Ryan look around you. Does it look like we have the money for something like that? I'm a waitress. Eddie doesn't have a job, and my mom doesn't make much money at her job, either," Theresa replied. "We don't have money for a DNA test. We don't even have health insurance."

"When did you and Eddie get back together, then?" Ryan wanted to know.

"About three months after you left. I was seven months pregnant with Matthew," Theresa answered.

"And even though you and Eddie were happy living together as a family with this baby, you had the audacity to ask me for child support because you knew that I would be able to give you a large sum each month, for eighteen years, which would keep you afloat in hard times, and give you extra cash in better times - even if this baby was not actually mine. This is fraud, Theresa. Jesus Christ, you could go to jail. Then what good would you be doing your son! Huh!" Ryan yelled.

Theresa began to cry, and replied, "I'm so sorry, Ryan. I'm so sorry about everything."

Sandy stepped in before Ryan would say anything else to make Theresa feel worse. He said, "All right. Let's calm down." He walked over to Theresa's and put his hand on her back. Sandy over up at Ryan. "Let's fix this before it gets any more out of control. We can go down and solve this today, all right?"

Theresa wiped the tears from her face, nodded her head and said, "All right."

Ryan nodded his head as well. He appeared to be much more calm than she was. He answered, "All right. Let's do this."

Theresa got Matthew, his baby bag, and went out to the car, where she put him in the back and drove to the hospital where they would get this done. Sandy and Ryan followed her, each person wondering what the results of the test would bring.