He glares at her as she sits in his room.
"I don't understand what you're doing here. I thought that I made it very clear to you, I don't want to talk."
"I know. I'm not asking you to say anything."
"So then what do you want from me, mom?"
"I just want you to listen."
"Ok," he nods.
"I'm going to say things that you don't like, but you're not going to get up and leave. You will sit here, and listen until I'm done."
"Ok," he agrees.
"I know that you've got a lot on your mind. I understand how hard things have been for you lately. I know that you want to run away. You think that by putting distance between you, and the problem you can make it go away, but you can't. You've got to deal with whatever it is that is keeping you here."
"Maybe I don't want to," he interrupts her.
"You don't have a choice. You will resolve whatever issues you have, and you will leave here, and return to Mode."
"I may be your child, but I am not a child I don't have to do what you say."
"Daniel it's time for you to grow up, to be a man. You've got to learn to take responsibility for your actions. You can't just run away all of the time."
"I'm going out west, and that's final."
"You can't."
"I can't? You're forbidding me to go? I'm not twelve, I'm a grown man, I'll go if I want."
"Please just let me finish."
"Fine," he sulks.
"Daniel I think there's something you should know."
"What?" he huffs.
She hands him a picture. He studies the picture in confusion, "What's this?"
"It's a baby."
"A baby? What baby? Whose baby?"
"His name is Chance."
"That's nice, how is this relevant?"
"He's your son," she reveals.
"What are you talking about? I don't have a son."
"You do now."
"You've got to be out of your mind. Did someone put you up to this?"
"No, nobody put me up to this."
"Did some skank claim I'm the father of her child? Because I'm not."
"Daniel he's your son."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I had an independent DNA test performed. He's definitely yours."
"With who?"
"Who have you been with in recent history?"
"I don't know. I don't remember all of them. There was a lot of alcohol involved in my life recently."
"Think about it."
"I don't know."
"Wilhelmina," she answers.
"What?"
"You've got a son with Wilhlemina."
"Is this another one of her ploys, to take control of the company?"
"I offered her the company, she doesn't want it."
"You did what?"
"Focus."
"On what?"
"This is not a ploy, it's reality. You have a son, his name is Chance, and he's five weeks old."
"You really believe her? How do you know that she's not lying to you? Wait, there's no way that this can be true, Wilhelmina can't even have anymore kids."
"Daniel you have son with Wilhelmina."
"No," he shakes his head.
"You're going to have to live with this whether you like it or not. You are going to have to learn how to be amicable with Wilhelmina."
"Why?"
"Because you have a son with her, and for the rest of your life you're going to have to deal with her, because she's your child's mother."
"I'll call my lawyer in the morning, I'll surrender my parental rights."
"You will do no such thing. It's not ok for you to surrender your rights. You need to put aside whatever feelings you have toward Wilhelmina, because right now she needs your support."
"What for? I'm sure that she's doing a fine job."
"Daniel, Chance is in the hospital."
"Why? What's wrong with him? Did all of Wilhelmina's boozing..."
"Stop. She's not always the bad guy. Right now you're doing a pretty good job of giving yourself that role."
"Why is he in the hospital?"
"Because he was born nine weeks prematurely."
"Is he ok?"
"He's doing better each day, it's Wilhelmina who I'm worried about."
"Why are you worried about her?"
"Because she's trying to work, and go back and fourth to the hospital to see Chance everyday. She doesn't sleep, I'm not sure she ever eats, she's under a lot of stress."
"What is your point?"
"She needs your support. She needs to know that she can count on you."
"I don't owe her anything. She got herself into this mess."
"She didn't get herself into anything. You're as equally responsible as she is. You did get her pregnant."
"I don't believe this. Mom, she's got to playing you. She's using the sympathy card."
"She's playing me? You think that she's making all of this up?"
"It wouldn't surprise me. Wilhelmina will go to any lengths to get what she wants."
"She's not making this up."
"Are you sure? Have you seen the baby?"
"Yes," she nods.
"I just don't understand how this could happen."
"Why does it matter how it happened?"
"You're certain that he's mine?"
"Yes Daniel, he's yours."
"I don't want this."
"It doesn't matter what you want. You will take care of your child, whether you like it or not."
"I think you should go."
"Why?"
"I need some time to deal with this, alone."
"This isn't something that is going to go away."
"I know," he rolls his eyes childishly.