He furrows his brow, "What?!"

"Daphne," she reveals.

"I knew that sending her to Italy was a bad idea. Why wouldn't anyone listen to me? Is that why she came home early? You had to go get her, because she found out that she's pregnant? Unbelievable."

"John I didn't go to get her. She came home because she was home sick. She didn't get pregnant in Italy. She was pregnant before she left."

"What?"

"John how oblivious can you be? She is eight months pregnant."

"What?!"

"She got pregnant eight months ago."

"And you knew about it?"

"I didn't know that she was pregnant when she went to Italy."

"How could you not know? When did she tell you?"

"After she found out."

"Which was when?"

"Before she went to Italy."

"I thought that you said that you didn't know then."

"I didn't know that she was still pregnant. I assumed, incorrectly that her decision to go to Italy meant that she wasn't pregnant anymore."

"You didn't think to tell me?"

"She had to make the decision on her own."

"What decision? Kathryn she is eighteen years old, she is not having a baby."

"It's too late for that now."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you been listening to me, at all? John she is eight months along."

"This is unbelievable. We have to go get her."

"What?!"

"She can't run errands if..."

She cuts him off, "Stop worrying about your damn senate seat, and worry about your daughter."

"Who is responsible for this?"

"It doesn't matter."

"How can you say that? I am going to find the little punk, and strangle him."

"There is no need."

"No need? Kathryn he got our daughter pregnant."

"John calm down."

"Calm down? It's a little bit late to be worrying about my blood pressure now, don't you think?"

"John you aren't going to go talk to him."

"Why not?"

"Last time I checked you can't talk to the dead."

"What?!"

"Unless you want to talk to his headstone," she adds.

"He's dead?"

"Yes."

"It was Wilke?"

"Yes."

"This is a nightmare. The press is going to have a field day with this."

"The press? That is what you are worried about?" She replies, her face growing redder with outrage with each passing second.

"This makes me look bad. My kid is eight months pregnant, and I had no idea. What am I supposed to say when they ask for a comment? I am going to look like a fool."

"I assure you, you already do."

"Kathryn," he tries to reason with her.

"And an ass," she adds.

"You have to understand," he begs her.

"Understand what? You didn't notice that your daughter was eight months pregnant? John, she's been home for days."

"Why didn't you know before she left?"

"Because I didn't want to know," she admits.

"I should go find her."

"I agree."

"I need to talk to her."

"Yes, you do," Kathryn agrees.

"I've got to convince her that she is too young to raise a child."

"John stop trying to convince everyone that your opinion is theirs. Stop trying to play politics. This isn't politics, it is your daughter, our daughter. You aren't going to convince her of anything, except maybe that you are a pompous ass."

He ignores her comments, "She is throwing her future away."

"She, unlike you, is trying to be an adult," she corrects him.

"Why would she think that it is okay to throw her life away, for this?"

"John you need to cool it."

"Cool it? What does she plan on doing? Is she going to be a waitress at a restaurant for the rest of her life?"

"That is honestly what you think is going to happen?"

"She'll probably move to East Riverside, and..."

"Stop right there. She is still going to go to college."

"How is she going to pull that off?"

"We are going to help her."

"Help her? She made an adult decision to get pregnant. She made an adult decision to have this baby. If she wants to act like an adult then she is on her own."

"Sometimes I don't even know why I married you," she admits.

"Kathryn I am just being honest."

"Honest? Do you honestly think she intentionally got pregnant? No eighteen year old dreams of spending their days, and their nights with an infant. She made a mistake. She is trying to be responsible, and you are just being an asshole."

"Excuse me?"

"Do you know where she is right now?"

He shrugs, "I don't know."

"She's meeting with an academic advisor so she can set up classes for the fall."

"How is she planning on paying for that?"

"We are paying for her to go to school."

"We are? Who is going to watch my unwed daughter's bastard child while she's in school?"

"You need to leave."

"Excuse me?"

"I suggest that you go to the office now, or I am going to blow a gasket. I can't even look at you right now," she says, as she heads for the doorway of the room.

"Kathryn calm down."

She spins around and looks at him, "I do not think that you want to press your luck with me right now."