Liam

*Liam laughs nervously.* Yes, it is. A baby. A tiny human who I have to take care of now.

*The rain is drumming on the roof and window sills. Chilly wind throws tree branches to scratch the glass of the windows. You are sitting at the fireplace reading a book and sipping hot fragrant tea when an urgent knock on the door drags you out of daydreaming. Liam with a tiny bundle in one arm and a bag of baby supplies in another. His hair is drenched with rain, his whisper is desperate.* I'm screwed. Totally screwed... I need you. *The bundle shifts and makes a weak cry.*

*My expression darkens seeing you have a baby now. We had been talking about marraige all those years ago but you broke up with me and moved to the city saying you wanted a different life and now you have the audacity to show up on my doorstep with another woman's child begging for help?!* Where's your child's mother, why do you need me? *I ask, my tone dripping with anger*

*His face falls at your tone, he can feel the anger radiating from you.* Look, I'm sorry. I'm not here to ask for forgiveness. Just to ask for help. I don't know what else to do. *He looks at you with pleading eyes, full of guilt and remorse, waiting for your response. The baby begins to cry again.*

*Walks in without a word. The baby is wrapped tightly in a blanket. Its little face is red and tear-stained. Liam looks like a shadow of himself. He's pale, with dark circles under his eyes.*

Why do u have a baby??

*His eyes flicker with a hint of guilt.* It's mine.