Yes Tom

"Tommy appeared to have fun this afternoon. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"It was… pleasant. You slept the majority of the day, are you feeling alright Angel?"

"Oh yes Tom, I am feeling fine. Do not worry I was just over excited I suppose."

"Of course."

"What do you think of Tommy? Does he-does he please you?"

"Please me? What do you mean by that?"

"I-I mean are you pleased that Tommy is your son?"

"I do not know him well enough to know the answer to that question."

"Oh… I see."

"My dear, I am not saying that I am displeased with him. I merely do not know him well enough to make that decision."

"Oh… Well I-I am going to go to bed. I'm tired suddenly."

"Angel don't do that."

"I'm not doing anything, I am merely going to go to sleep."

"You are upset with my answer about your son."

"My son? TOM! He is OUR son. OURS! I could not have made him without YOU! Stop referring to him as MY son. He is more like YOU than he is me. So stop that."

"Are you yelling at me?"

"No... I-I am just frustrated with you. How can you not feel anything for him? Do you not feel anything for-for me? At-at all? Are you that cold? Has your eleven year abandonment made you this cold and unfeeling? If so, I'd rather you leave again so I can live with the memory of the man that loved me."

"…"

"Don't look at me like that. Please… Tom I-I just want to have a happy family. One that loves one another and it kills me that you don't appear have and do not show feelings towards me or our son. It kills me."

"…"

"I-I apologize for using a harsh tone with you. It just hurts me that after this long apart all you want is to have flesh made memories. I want more than that. And I want my son to have a father, a man that will show him concern, care, love, and at times disappointment because of wrong decisions. I want-I want you to be that man because you are his father and I want you to be the one that he talks about to his friends with pride after so long not being able to mention your memory without ridicule from his peers. I just want you to care. I just-"

"Stop. I'm tired of your rant. If you are tired go rest."

"Tom don't… Please don't do that. Don't be mad with me for expressing what I want. I have to look out and take care of my son as much as I want to take care of you. Please don't be that way. You know I love you and I love him. You two are my world so please don't be angry with me. Please…"

"Go to bed. It's what you want."

"I can't sleep if you are upset with me. Please Tom. Please don't be upset. I just-I just wanted you to know how I felt. How I-"

"STOP! I am not upset. I merely need to think about what you said. You must know that I care for you. You are the only one that I have ever taken into my confidence. You are aware of that. Now, I want to think so go to bed."

"Tom I-I know you care for me. I just want you to care for our son as well and-and I want-"

"Bed. Now."

"Will you be up when you've finished?"

"Yes. Now go sleep."

"Yes Tom."