Taylor hung up the phone. There was silence for about three seconds and then he swore.
"Taylor?" Rita gasped.
He never swore.
"Taylor Hanson, mind your language. Especially in front of the kids." Babsie's voice floated through.
"Shut up Barbara."
There was a reproachful silence.
"Well, that was uncalled for." Babsie said finally. "And what I say to the kids about name-calling applies to you too."
"Just shut up!"
"What's wrong Tay?" Isaac interjected.
"The damn child is mine." He growled.
Taylor's hand curled around a nearby glass.
"Yours?" Rita repeated. "Are they sure?"
"Yes damn it they are!" Taylor exploded.
On that he threw the glass at the wall, shattering it to pieces.
"Mummy? Why's Uncle Tay throwing stuff?" they heard Matthew ask.
"Uncle Tay is chucking a tantrum." Was Babsie's reply. "He's being very naughty breaking stuff - don't let me ever catch you doing that."
"Yeah Taylor. You're being a bad influence." Zac couldn't help but add.
"Just shut up the lot of you. Just shut up!"
"Shut up. Shut up." Babsie mimicked, entering the room.
"Why do they want to see you on Tuesday?" Rita cut in, sensing the tension was rising.
"They just wanna go over the detail of the DNA test and they want to discuss what... what I'm gonna do with the baby. The mother is hardly in a fit condition to be a mother y'know. So, I, I..." Taylor looked very upset. "It's now become my responsibility."
"So what are you gonna do?" Isaac asked.
"I, I, I don't know!"
"It's not the baby's fault it was born." Babsie put in. "Are you gonna hold that against it?"
"Just shut up and let me think! You've never had this blasted problem Babsie! You've never been raped!"
"LA, six or seven years ago." She replied.
"Yeah, but you never ended up pregnant."
"You can always pray for a miscarriage Taylor." The tone of her voice was cold and she left the room.