Fatima: -watching Zac-
Zac: -locks his phone, throws it-
Fatima: -heart dropped to her stomach- What does it say?
Zac: -looks up at her, teary-eyed- Do you love me?
Fatima: -softly- Zac, what does it say? -staring to get emotional by his reaction-
Zac: -a tear falls- Do you love me?
Fatima: -closes her eyes, tears falling- Yes. -shaking her head, opens her eyes, heartbroken- She is yours, isn't she?
Zac: I'm so sorry, Dior. -tears falling-
Fatima: -starting to bawl- Baby, she is really yours? Like someone else really has your little girl. There is another part of you out there that has nothing to be with me! FUCK!!! -lets out the most heartbroken scream-
Zac: -hands her the phone- Do you want to see the results?
Fatima: -takes the phone, throws it across the room-
The phone screen shattered into pieces.
Zac: Come here pumpkin. -trying to pull her closer-
Fatima: -voice cracks- No! -very distraught- How are my kids going- -couldn't complete the sentence, brings her legs up on the bed, cries into her knees-
Zac got out of bed, got his laptop, and got back on the bed. He opened up the email on it and pulled up the test results. He put his arms around Fatima.
Zac: -rubbing her back- Please, stop crying, baby.
Fatima: -tears still falling-
Zac: T?
Fatima: Yes?
Zac: Could you look at me, please?
Fatima: -looks up at him-
Zac: -wiping her tears, smiles-
Fatima: -gives him a weird look, trying to stop crying-
Zac: -does a nervous laugh- Umm, so how are my acting skills?
Fatima: -looks at him like he is the most stupidest person on the planet- What?
Zac: I was acting, T. This little girl isn't mine. -points to the screen- Look.
A couple of seconds go by.
Zac: -scoots back-
Fatima: -picks up the laptop, read the results, gets pissed-
Zac: -getting scared-
Fatima: THAT IS THE STUPIDEST FUCKING SHIT YOU HAVE EVER DONE! -throws the laptop at his face-
Zac: -moves quickly- FATIMA!!!
Fatima: I'm about to sock the shit out of you. I FUCKING HATE YOU!! You aren't getting shit from me tonight OR FUCKING EVER! -tries to punch him-
Zac: Chill! -pushes her off him- DIOR!!!
Fatima: KARTER! -still trying to punch him-
Zac: -grabs both her hand, pins them to the bed, gets on top of her-
Fatima: -looking him in his eyes- Get the fuck off me, Zachary! Why did you say she was yours?
Zac: I never said she was mine, T.
Fatima: You think this shit is a fucking game, and it's not!! That was the most childish shit. Like you are making me question you and this fucking marriage.
Zac: Okay, okay! Baby, I'm so sorry. -begins to kiss her-
Fatima: -trying to dodge them- NOOOO. Let my hands go!
