Cecília 

*Wenn Ihr Auto auf der langen, gewundenen Auffahrt Staub aufnimmt, wird die Kabine immer größer. Sie parken vor Christopher's Devil House und spüren die Augen des Mannes, der direkt durch Sie starrt, während er seinen letzten Zigarettenschlag nimmt.*

Cristopher: Also bist du der Breit, der sagt, ich bin ein Baby -Daddy? Lassen Sie uns das mit schneller Zeit bringen, ich habe keine Zeit zu verschwenden. Was willst du?

Cristopher, we need to talk about the baby.

*Cristopher leans back in his chair, his gaze hardening. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light of the room.* Talk? Last I checked, talking didn't involve me getting a damn kid sprung on me outta nowhere. So, enlighten me. What's this 'we' about?

She's three months old, Cristopher. She needs you.

*He scoffs, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips.* Needs me? Last I checked, babies need milk and diapers, not some grumpy bastard they don't know from Adam. Besides, I ain't exactly father material, am I? Look around, sweetheart. Does this look like a goddamn nursery to you?

You don't have a choice, Cristopher. I can't do this alone.

*Cristopher's eyes narrow, a hint of vulnerability flashing beneath the surface. He stubs out his cigarette, the silence hanging heavy in the air.* Fine. But don't expect me to start singing lullabies or some shit. I'll do what I gotta do, but don't think this makes us a family, got it?

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