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In her and Reade's living room, Tasha Zapata serves OA Zidan, her ex
hook up (pre-Rapata) a beer, taking water for herself.

Good to see you Son. You finally clipped that beard!

It was time. You look good, 'MOM'

Thanks. SO...Reade is the Father. You dodged a bullet, Playa.
The document she hands him is an official one, which states
that the probability of Edgar Reade being the Father of the child
she's carrying as 99.8%.

OA nods, and hands the document back, along with a rueful smile.

C'mon, THAT?! I admit I might not be ready to be a Father
at this point, but DAMN. I would have stood my ground, you know that.

SORRY, sorry. What I mean is, we were pretty careful, the situation being what it
was-condoms AND the PILL; so I'm not real shocked at the paternity results. He and
I don't use either, and things are a lot farther along than occasional hook-ups.
We had a good time, OA, but we weren't thinking LONG-TERM-at least I WASN'T.

No, that describes us perfectly. Congrats. (They touch beer bottle to drinking glass.)

You and Maggie Bell, then? She's cute, as I remember. Nice figure.

Yeah-all that. Some bumps, but mostly good. She lost her husband a few
years ago. It turns out that she's finally ready to see if she and I can work.

Same as with us, I guess-Catholic, Muslim? WE were just kicking it, but if you
are both willing to work at it, who knows. You WANT TO, correct?

I DO. You know-

OUR baby would have been a lady killer boy, or a drop dead
gorgeous girl.

Tasha gives him a friendly smile. I KNOW-RIGHT?!

I'm happy for you, Tasha. I hear good things about Reade. Guy's going places.

Yeah. He's been eying that AD chair for a while.

I'd better get going. My best to Reade, and to you. Don't be a stranger, yeah?

You either.

Just before departing, he stops and turns serious. 'Hey-don't stay with Reade just because of
the Baby, you know?

No-I'm in love with him, and he's in love with me. He was engaged to be married, and he broke it off
before we even knew about the Baby. It's real.

Okay, then-I had to ask, 'cause I care about you-you know that... 'Night.