Vanna: I am, thank you for asking.
Vanna: And assuming that I'd care so little for him as to take him out without him being appropriately dressed is a little beneath you, I'm surprised, Remy. He's never not been dressed for outside, I can assure you of that.
Vanna: Interesting. If you really don't trust me, all of a sudden, feel free to tag along. Unless you plan on sequestering me to the manor in which, again, feel free to sit in.
Vanna: Respectful of you? You're joking me right? I've always been respectful of you. I've never once disrespected you, but thanks for letting me know.
Remy: You were outside in the snow wearing nothing but a sundress. And I hear you're walking around town with a split lip after getting into a physical fight. For absolutely no reason. That doesn't exactly make you the poster child for proper decision making skills. If you'd go outside yourself wearing nothing but a sundress, how am I supposed to think you'd think to do more for the baby??????? Seriously, Savanna. Grow up and get a clue. I've never once "sequestered" you or done anything to stop you from seeing this baby. But if you're going to act like a lunatic, you're going to be treated like a lunatic because I cannot and will not put this baby at risk. I'm beginning to really see why you thought it was best for this baby to be elsewhere.
Remy: Don't play me, Savanna. I'm not stupid, and it's already gotten back to me that this baby isn't biologically mine. You don't think it was disrespectful to talk about me and my role in this child's life like that without even warning me first? You're aware that I took this baby as my own and helped you financially so that you wouldn't have to struggle, and so that you wouldn't have to bear the burden of the gossip around town that would have scorned you as a single mother--- you didn't want to be talked about like some common whore, so I took that bullet for you. I have been the one here, caring for this baby since he was born. It's my name on his birth certificate and it's my name that's been dragged through the mud as a scandalous bachelor, sowing my seeds without care like a simple rich boy that's never had to worry about consequences. I love this baby. I could not stand to lose him. But you're out there, after everything I've done for you, putting my place in his life at risk. You're aware that because he isn't mine biologically, that if someone were to throw a fit, I'd have to go to court? I could LOSE this child that I've loved and cared for since the day he was born. And you didn't even have the common decency to WARN ME that you were out there, telling people. What was the point in asking me for help, Savanna? To drag me through as much bullshit and stress as possible before he's inevitably ripped from my care?
