“What?” She hadn't anticipated him jumping to such a conclusion, especially in his drunken state.

“No, Adrian, that's not what I meant,” she protested, her voice trembling slightly.

Adrian seemed not to listen. He was in his own reality. That was his thought, not Lopez’s, but he projected it onto her.

“We can have a child… for my father,” he continued. “Do you want us to do it now? Right here?”

“No, what is wrong with you?” Lopez snapped, frustrated.

“But... why?” he slurred, his words affected by the alcohol. “You don’t want to have a child with me? Because I am wicked, and I haven’t been nice to you?”...