It's the same dead silence on our way back to Kendall's house. That is until she pulls out the photos of the baby. She stares at the three photos with delight. I know this is not his fault; he holds no responsibility for me and Kendall screwing up. I want to be the type of father that is over joyed with excitement knowing I'm having a son just like I was when me and Aubrey found out Braylee is a girl, but remembering the fact my family is gone and I have no idea when they will be back makes me feel sick.

"Cruz?" Kendall's voice snaps me out of my pity party.

"What, Kendall?"

"Look, Mateo is sucking his little fist," she points to the picture."

"Kendall, I wish you would stop calling him Mateo."

"Why, Cruz? That's his name, Mateo Roman."

"And what if he isn't my son, Kendall?" I ask her as I pull into the driveway to her house.

"Look at me, Cruz," she insists. I turn my glaring eyes towards her.

"Do you really think I would keep insisting Mateo is your son, knowing you plan to have a DNA test done? You are Mateo's father. Like it or not, you're going to have to figure out a way to accept that fact. You can have one hundred DNA tests done, I guarantee you every one of them will prove you're his father.

"I'm not about to change my mind, Kendall. I already have the appointment set up."

"Fine, Cruz. It's going to prove I'm telling you the truth. Mateo is your son."

"Okay, we will see. You can get out of my car now.," I say. She hands me a photo of the baby.

"Let's remember this isn't his fault. Mateo has done nothing wrong," she says before sliding out of the car.

"I know that," I whisper as I look down at the picture and see him with his fist in his mouth. 

The drive back to the hotel, all I can think about is how I completely screwed up. I also think back to when I first saw Aubrey. The very first time I saw her, she was drenched. She just got out of her last class and it started pouring down the rain. When I looked at her, she took my breath away. I somehow knew she would one day become my wife, I also knew she would be the mother of my children.

"I just never pictured two different women being the mother of my children," I whisper as I pull into the hotel parking lot. Before exiting the car, I look down at the photo and I soon realize a smile forms across my unshaven face.

"Your mother is right, this isn't your fault. I just wish my wife could be your mother." 

After entering my room, I look around and sigh, seeing some clothes scattered over the sofa and floor, half empty Chinese food boxes and empty beer bottles. Forcing myself, I slowly pick up the mess that accumulated for the past three days. As I toss the empty beer bottles in the trash, a soft knock at the door captures my attention.

"Please let this finally be the hotel maid," I whisper. As I open the door, I'm taken back seeing who it is.

"Hello, Cruz," her sweet voice bellows.

"Oh my god, Aubrey. It's so nice to see you. I thought you were in Texas visiting your family?" 

"I wished I could say the same to you, but I can't. I just got back. I'm here to give you these," she holds up some folded blue papers. Trying to avoid them, I step back and continue picking up the rest of the scattered clothes.

"Cruz, these papers are for you," she snaps as she enters the room.

"I don't want them, Aubrey," I reply.

"You know what these papers are, don't you, Cruz? You need to take them. There is no saving us or our marriage. I'm sure you know all the reasons why."

"Aww my beautiful Aubrey. Please, give me a chance to at least try to show you I am still the same man you feel in love with," I plead and see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. That is until she looks down and sees the photo lying on top of the glass coffee  table. She reaches down and picks it up. It's obvious how she tries to fight back the tears, but to no avail.

"This is your child?"

"Yes," I simply reply.

"A boy or girl?"

"Aubrey, please."

"You're having a son, aren't you?"

"Yes, the baby is a boy," I whisper. The tears begin to escape her eyes and I feel my heart breaking seeing how this is hurting her.

"Take these papers, Cruz. Our marriage can't be saved. I will see you in court."

"Aubrey, wait, please," I shout as she slams the door behind her.

After nearly a week of trying to get ahold of Aubrey, she finally answered her phone. With much begging and pleading, she finally agreed to come here and talk about my visitation with Braylee and she is on her way here to my hotel room. Taking another look around the room, I see it's finally spotless. I also see Aubrey's favorite flowers on the fireplace mantle. When I gave her the glass angel, I also gave her sunflowers not knowing at the time they are her favorite flower.

"I think I hear footsteps approaching the door," I say with hope in my voice. A soft knock is heard.

"Cruz, it's me, I'm here," her sweet voice puts a smile on my face.

"Hello, Aubrey. Wow! You look beautiful," I say as I see her long hair laying in loose curls and her red dress with the plunging neckline.

"Don't get too excited, Cruz, I'm not all dolled up for your pleasure," she snaps as she walks past me.

"Mind if I ask why are you all dolled up?"

"Yes, I mind. It's none of your damn business," she retorts.

"Okay, I will not put up an argument. Can we please talk about me having Braylee this weekend?"

"That depends, Cruz."

"On what, Aubrey?"

"Do you plan on having your pregnant girlfriend around our daughter?"

"Aubrey, you know damn well Kendall isn't my girlfriend."

"Right, she's just the tramp you decided to screw, knock up, and lie to me about. Lucky for her she decided to work on another floor."

"Please, babe, can we talk about our daughter?"

"You lost the right to call me babe when you made the choice to let your dick go on a tramp hunt and couldn't keep yourself from screwing Kendall."

"You're so determined to focus on hating me and ignoring what is best for our daughter, aren't you, Aubrey?" She slumps back in the floral colored chair and sighs.

"I hate what you chose to do to our family, and I hate you broke the trust I once had in you. I will drop Braylee off to you Friday morning only if you swear to me Kendall will not be here."

"I swear to you on my love for you, Kendall will not be here."

"Fine, Braylee can spend Friday with you. Don't make me regrets this, Cruz."

"I won't. Thank you, Aubrey."

"Don't thank me. And please, stop talking about how much you love me. Your love for me sure didn't stop you from giving yourself to another woman, Cruz. Damn you for doing this to us, to our history of loving each other, and to what should have been."