THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM
are you talking about, Lorraine?"
Douglas questioned as he looked at her
closely. "What plan?"
She swallowed hard and took a
deep breath. "I want you to let me tell Patterson that he's the
father so he and I can get married. No one ever has to know any
different. This way, you can keep from being saddled with a child you
"What? Are you out
of your mind?" In shock, Douglas covered his mouth with his
hand. Did she really expect him to go along with this crazy idea? If
this is what she had in mind, why did she even tell him about the baby?
"Oh, Douglas, this can
work. I know it can!" She looked down at her hands that she had
clasped together in her lap to prevent them from shaking. "This will
be best for everyone."
"It will not! If this
is what you've been cooking up in your head, why did you even bother to tell me
about the baby? Do you honestly expect this to work? You said
yourself that Patterson couldn't be the father. Don't you think he'll
realize this when he learns how far along you are?"
"Look, all I have to do
is tell him I'm two months along instead of three. He won't know the
"He's not stupid!
When this child is born, he's going to be able to tell that it looks nothing
like him!" Douglas lowered his head into his hands as he sat and
tried to go over Lorraine's plan in his mind. There was no way it could
work. Why was she even thinking such foolish things.
"Douglas, it has
"Why, Lorraine? Why
did you tell me I'm the father if you're going to pass this child off as
his? Why are you ripping my own child away from me? Are you trying
to punish me for that night we shared? Is that what you're
"Oh, no, Douglas!
No!" Lorraine's eyes grew wide with shock. How could he think
she would do something so spiteful. "I-I just thought you had a right
to know about the baby. I thought that telling you what I was going to do
would be the honest thing to do!"
"But lying to Patterson
is not the honest thing! As much as I deserve to know that I'm the
father of this child, Patterson deserves to know he's not!" He
grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. "And I refuse to let
you do this! I refuse to let you take my child away from me!"
"But, Douglas, it's the
"Lorraine, I didn't have
the greatest childhood. My father was a drunk who was never around.
When he was around, he could be very abusive." He flinched
slightly as too many painful memories came flooding back. "I always
promised myself that if I had a child of my own, I wouldn't make the same
mistakes he did. I would be a good father. Now I have that chance
and you want to take that away from me! I can't allow that!"
"W-what are you trying to
say?" Lorraine looked at Douglas as a cloud of fear began to cover
her face. Surely he wasn't going to fight her on this.
"I'm saying that if you
persist in this foolish plan of yours, I'll go to Patterson and I'll tell him
everything!" He looked at her with eyes filled with
determination. He was not about to give up his child. "I'll
tell him all about that night we spent together and I'll tell him the truth
about this baby. I will not let you take my child away from me!"
"Then what am I supposed
to do?" Lorraine began to sob. "I-I can't have this baby on my
own! What will people think of me? I'll be some fallen woman with a
bastard child! I-I couldn't stand that!"
"Lorraine, isn't the
answer obvious?" His voice softened as he handed her a handkerchief to
dry her eyes. He gently placed his finger on her chin and lifted her head
so that their eyes met. "There's only one thing you can do."