Tristian watched his brother and Heather. He had never seen his brother this out of control before. He was dishevelled, his hands had thin scratches where Heather had caught him with her nails. Heather was on the other side of the room looking at her hands.
She turned slowly and faced the father of her child.
"You do not get to call my son names," she said anger strong in every word.
"I said I am sorry," Lucien said his voice getting louder as anger was rising again.
"Don't you shout at me!" Heather said.
"Don't you see what you have done?" Lucien asked her.
"I did nothing to you," Heather said, "I raised my son and I will continue to do so."
"You robbed him of his legacy!"
"Oh, fuck your legacy!" Heather yelled back.
"I want my son, Heather."
"He is not yours," Heather said, "He is only mine!"
"I will have my son with me," Lucien said, "I will not be robbed of more time with him."
