"If I have to bust the door down I am going to talk to you. I suggest that you open the door."

"Hold on," she insists.

She rises from her seat, and grabs the baby's blanket. She heads over to the door, and unlocks it. She pulls it open, and returns to the couch. Mike enters the house, and closes the door behind him. He looks out the window, briefly.

"It is pouring out there," he comments.

"I told you that it wasn't a good time."

He turns and looks at her, "Oh."

"What do you want?" she questions, impatiently.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant?"

"I tried."

"When?"

"More than once. Me trying to tell you just turned into us yelling."

"So you decided not to tell me?" he cocks an eyebrow.

"You didn't deserve to know."

"Excuse me?"

"You are not part of my life anymore. It was made very clear to me that things would never work between us."

"Jackie why didn't you tell me?"

"I just told you, I tried."

"So is he mine?"

"He's mine," she replies.

"A, you already established that, and B that isn't what I asked."

"He is mine," she repeats.

"Jackie," he takes a seat on the couch, "How did we get here?"

"You already know the answer to that."

"You should have told me."

"I tried to tell you."

"But you didn't. I want to know why."

"I already told you," she argues.

"Explain it, again."

"I don't want to be with you. I don't want you to be around my son. Having you in my life is poisonous. You are bad for me."

"Jackie, that isn't true."

"Yes," she argues, "It is completely true."

"Look, Jackie, I can't be entirely sure that you weren't with someone else. How could I? You have always been so good at hiding things. But my gut is telling me that he is mine."

"Your gut? Did your gut also tell you that you were so self-consumed that you ignored all of your child's cries for help? Huh?"

"That was a low blow."

"That was the truth. If you don't like it maybe you should leave."

"You haven't exactly been parent of the year, either."

"All he wanted was to be with you, and you couldn't find the time to be there for him."

"Jackie I am only human, I make mistakes."

"I would like for you to leave."

"Can I at least see him?"

"Not now."

"Jackie I don't want this to get ugly. Please just play fair."

"I am trying. I am just trying to protect him."

"From what?"

"Everything," she answers.

"Don't be like this."

"Look I don't want to talk about this, ever, really, but now really is not the right time."

"When is the right time?"

"Can you just give me some time? I want to be able to have an adult conversation."

"Ok. When do you think that will be possible?"

"I need a few days, or weeks. I am overwhelmed, and far more hormonal than I would like to admit. Now is not the right time to talk about this."

"You want me to wait a few weeks to talk about this?"

"Yes," she replies in a calm, even tone.

"A few weeks? Jackie, that is unacceptable."

"That is the offer," she counters.

"You were pregnant, and you never told me. You gave birth, and I didn't get a phone call, or even a fucking text message. You have my son, and never mentioned it? Were you ever planning on telling me?"

She shakes her head, "No, and this is exactly why. You are hotheaded. You can't control your anger, and that isn't ok. I am not going to have that around my son."

"I can't believe that you are doing this."

"Excuse me?"

"You are doing this out of spite."

"You really think that?" her temper flares, "You think that I planned this? I bet you think that this is all some plot to hurt you. You probably think that it was my intention to get pregnant. Guess what, I have news for you, none of this was planned. I didn't plan to get pregnant. I didn't want another child. Who would choose to be a single mother, out of spite? I mean come on, grow up, Mike."

"I am just sorry that I thought you could be rational about this."

"Rational? You are the one who threatened to knock my door down if I didn't open. You barged in here while I am in the middle of feeding him. I am not the one being irrational, that is you."

"Look if you don't want to talk about this, I'll see you in court," he rises

"I told you I am willing to talk about this. I am willing to discuss this like to rational, level-headed adults, but not today. I gave birth two days ago. I am hardly in the place to discuss this right now."

"Whatever," he shrugs, storming out, slamming the door.

She wipes her tears. She studies her baby, in disbelief.

"I am sorry. He is right, I should have told him, but that is exactly why I didn't. He is so angry all of the time. I don't want that kind of parasite in your life."

She holds the little boy in her arms, in complete disbelief. She wonders how it is possible she could feel this way about a child she didn't even want. He stares up at her with slate colored eyes. He is quiet, and has a sweet disposition. He has chubby cheeks, and dark hair. She looks into his eyes, wondering how she could have ever deserved him. She kisses his cheek, wondering if this is just one more thing that is going to be taken away from her.