“First of all – I named her paige. I thought you’d like that name. Second of all? You don’t – it’s been THREE YEARS, Brody! You can’t just hunt me down after three years and threaten me with a custody battle! I have – I have raised that little girl as best I can without help and now you just – ” she felt sick; she could feel her stomach churning and she contemplated escaping to the bathroom for a moment to cool down. a hand reached out to grasp for a seat at the small table and she slipped into it, hands lifting to press against her face as she sucked in a few deep breaths. “I wont let you take her from me..”
“I guess you guessed right then, it’s a beautiful name-..” He stopped for a moment, sucking in a breath as she spoke, he’s mad and rightfully so, but he wont shout at her, he’d rather just get the point across at this point because of the hurt he felt. “Kat - you didn’t give me a choice, I have a choice towards my daughter and you can’t just make it seem like I didn’t want to raise her at all, like I’m some sort of dead beat dad.” He’s huffing a bit under his breath, with a bit of a set jaw - but he’s not yelling, he wont yell because that wont get him anywhere in this. “I’m not going to take her from you, if we can work out an agreement. I just want to see her, I don’t want her growing up with some false image of a father you painted for her so you could make a damn point out of what you’ve done.”
