"Why not?"
"Just because,"
"You do have a man here,"
"No I don't," she sighs.
"Then let me come in,"
"Ok, fine," she huffs.
Dani comes into the apartment, and looks around as Kris shuts the door behind her.
"You're doing laundry? On a Friday night?"
"Uh huh,"
"When did you become so.."
"So what Dani?"
"Old?"
"I'm just tired,"
"Kris what are you hiding?"
"Nothing,"
"Then why are you acting so weird?"
"I'm not,"
"If you're not hiding something then stop acting like it,"
"Whatever," she huffs as she collapses on the couch.
"Do you want to go out?"
"No I've got laundry to fold,"
"I'll fold your laundry,"
"You've never folded laundry in your life,"
"I have too,"
"Please don't,"
"If I fold your laundry will you go out with me?"
"No,"
"Why not?"
"I just won't,"
"Why not?"
"I can't,"
"Because you've got to fold laundry?"
"Yeah,"
"So then I don't understand why you can't go out if I fold your laundry,"
"Because,"
Dani looks at the mountain of laundry of the table and sighs. She really didn't care to fold it. She walks toward the living room. She walks past the trash can on her way.
"What is that smell?" she asks.
"Probably garbage. You did just walk past the trash can,"
"No it wasn't a garbage smell,"
"You're losing your mind,"
Dani starts sniffing.
"Are you trying to sniff me?"
"You smell like,"
"Like what?"
"Baby lotion,"
"So. Last time I checked using baby lotion wasn't a crime,"
"Why would you wear baby lotion?"
"Because it was handy. I just got done washing the dishes if you must know. My hands were dry so I put on some lotion,"
"Oh,"
"Do you have any water?"
"Yeah do you want some?"
"Yes please,"
Kris gets up and goes over to the fridge. She grabs out a bottle of water.
"Do you want ice?"
"No... actually on second thought I do,"
"Ok,"
Kris gets out the ice cube tray, and then goes over to the cabinet to get a glass. As she opens the cabinet something falls out. She quickly picks it up and puts it back. She gets out a glass and fills it. She puts the ice cube tray back and then hands the glass to Dani.
"A bottle just fell out of your cabinet,"
"A bottle of what?" Kris asks playing dumb.
"A bottle for a baby,"
"Oh,"
"Why do you have a baby bottle?"
"Because after work I babysit sometimes for extra cash,"
"Oh," Dani accepts this response. "So is that why you rush home after work?"
"Yeah,"
Before Kris can sit down she hears a noise.
"You'll have to excuse me for a minute," she says as she rushes out of the room. When she doesn't come back after a couple of minutes. Dani follows a light into where she assumes Kris is. She quietly approaches and finds Kris swaddling an infant standing next to a crib.
"Kris,"
"Dani what are you doing back here?"
"I didn't know where you went,"
Dani then follow Kris out of the room. They return to the living room, and both sit down on the couch.
"If you just babysit why do you have a crib?"
Kris doesn't answer. The baby who is dressed in a pair of fleecy blue pajamas with feet stares up at Dani from Kris's arms.
"So you do have a man here,"
"I guess. He's not really a man though Dani. He's a baby,"
"Can I hold him?" Dani asks first.
"Sure," Kris replies hesitantly as she delicately transfers her son into Dani's arms.
"So..."
"So what?"
"Is he your baby?" Dani asks.
"Why does it matter?"
"Because it does. Is he your baby? Is that why you didn't come back for almost a year?"
"Dani I don't see why it matters,"
"Are you kidding me? Of course it matters. It changes everything,"
"How?"
"Because it does,"
"I don't see how,"
"Kris is he yours or not?"
"Yes he's mine,"
"What's his name?"
"Ethan,"
"Who does he belong to?"
"Me! I just told you that,"
"I mean who is his father,"
"No one,"
"No one? You're telling me that it was an immaculate conception?"
"No. I just prefer to keep that information private,"
"Why?"
"Because it's my issue to deal with,"
"You don't have to be so defensive. I was just curious,"
"Ok,"
"I don't understand how it doesn't effect me,"
"Because it doesn't,"
"Why not? I'm your employer I think I should be aware of these things,"
"Maybe, but I just need to figure do this on my own without everyone in my business,"
"Ok. But don't you think that his father should be involved?"
"No. I mean he doesn't know..." Kris slips.
"What do you mean he doesn't know?"
"Never mind,"
"You mean the father of your son doesn't know that he has a son?"
"Yeah so what?"
"Kris he's got a right to know that he's got a son,"
"He doesn't need to know. I mean he doesn't even know that the baby exists let alone that he belongs to him. I just can't tell him it will complicate everything. He's got too much on his plate already. I can do this on my own. I want to do this on my own,"
"Why?"
"Because I just do. I need to prove to myself that I can,"
"That's not a good enough reason Kris. What happens when he gets old enough to start asking about his dad?"
"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it,"
"Why leave it to chance?"
"I don't know,"
"Is my..."
"Is your what?"
"Does he belong to my brother?"
"No. Why would you think that?"
"Because you and my brother were an item for a while,"
"But he doesn't belong to your brother,"
"Are you sure?"
"Dani don't you think that I would know who he belongs to?"
"I don't know. Do you?"
"Of course I do,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes,"
"Are you going to tell me who it is?"
"No,"
"If I guess will you tell me?"
"No,"
"Please?"
"No,"
"I'm going to guess anyway,"
"Fine,"
"The only other person I can think of is Matt,"