"If you have something to say, just say it. We're well past niceties at this point."

"I guess that I just always assumed that you didn't have William because you didn't want to have to sacrifice your..."

"I was told that I couldn't."

"But you could. Maybe I shouldn't be asking this."

"I am not as heartless as you think I am."

"So you didn't even consider going the other way?"

"You're asking me if I considered abortion?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"Sure. I'm at an age where bringing a child into the world is not only risky for myself, but that child. Not only that, but it's a major life change."

"But you decided to have him. I just want to understand why."

"It's not very often that you get second chances, not like this, especially when you don't deserve them. My reasoning, originally, at least, was a little bit selfish. I just wanted to prove that I could do it."

"And after that?"

"I'm not saying that it was an easy decision, that happened overnight, because it most certainly wasn't, but some things are simply meant to be. I didn't find out that I was pregnant until I was well into my second trimester. Making it to that point, is a milestone in itself. I didn't know what I wanted to do. At that point I could have very easily gone either way, because I couldn't imagine having a child at this point in my life. Then when I saw the first ultrasound I couldn't imagine him not being there anymore."

"So you just decided, just like that?"

"I didn't say that. I still wasn't convinced. I was alone in a different city, and nothing was going according to plan. I tried to forget about it, to pretend the whole thing wasn't happening."

"I can't imagine that worked."

"It didn't. Seamstresses are great, they can hide what you can see, but not what you feel."

"Tugging on your heartstrings?" he jokes.

"A baby moving inside of you."

"Right," he nods.

"If you don't want to do this I'm not going to be upset with you."

"I'm not going to walk away."

"I'm not going to do things the way that I did them before. I can't live for my career. I won't. I'm not going to make the same mistakes that I made with Nico. I died, and now I have a new outlook on life. What I do from this point on is not for me, it's for my son."

"Our son."

"Daniel... you're either out, or your in. There is no in between. You will be in his life completely, or not at all."

"Decided by who?"

"Me. If you screw up, you're done."

"Don't you think you're being a little bit harsh?"

"No."

"He's my son too."

"I make the rules."

"Are you qualified to make the rules?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you really telling me that you didn't do anything wrong? Anything that could hurt him."

"I never said that."

"So then you did?"

"Just ask what's on your mind."

"Did you drink while you were pregnant?"

"Not after I found out. Once I knew I did everything in my power to make sure that he arrived safely."

"But he didn't."

"I did what I could. I resigned at Vogue because the job was too stressful, and I had to go on bedrest. I was in my bed on bedrest for three weeks and then I had to I sit in a hospital, by myself for two weeks, trying to convince him to stay in a little bit longer."

"I don't want to fight about this. I'm so sick of fighting with you."

"Are you sure? Let's just get it all out now. I don't want him to have to deal with all of this."

"Why didn't you believe me when I told you there was no one else?"

"Because you looked so damn guilty."

"Not for the reason that you think."

"There wasn't anyone else?"

"No. I felt guilty because I was falling for you even though I promised that it was just sex."

"You see how well that worked out. It was supposed to be just sex, but it wasn't. Now I have to deal with you for the rest of my life."

"That was your choice. You didn't have to have him."

"Did you want me not to have him?"

"I'm just surprised you did."

"What is this really about?"

"I'm surprised because you hate me so much, I don't understand why you'd have a child who has half of my DNA."

"First of all, I don't hate you, and second of all, he's my child too."

"Are you sure that you're really Wilhelmina? You don't seem like the same person, at all."

"Things change, people change."

"Not you."

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I've changed?"

"I know that it was different circumstances, but when William was born you didn't change, not like this."

"That was different. The fact that Chance even exists is a miracle."

"I wish that you hadn't left."

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried, but I was too late."

"So why didn't you follow me?"

"I didn't want to be your stalker. I don't want to be with someone who doesn't love me."

"You're such an idiot."

"You're always so kind," he counters.

"I didn't leave because I hate you. I left because I was afraid that I didn't hate you."

"What does that mean?"

"I was scared because for the first time I was having feelings for you that weren't associated with hate."

"So those feelings would be associated with? Love?"

"Yes," she nods.

"Why did that scare you?"

"Because I'm me, and you're you. I just didn't want to get hurt. I didn't want to become invested in a relationship with you that involved more than sex, and then have you change your mind."

"I wouldn't change my mind."

"How do you really know that?"

"Because I still haven't changed my mind."