I stared down at the small, white stick shocked. This piece of plastic was about to change my life forever. That little plus sign had just changed my life forever.

"Bay?" I heard Regina's voice call out. "Where are you." Hearing her footsteps get closer I quickly shoved the pregnancy test under my pillow.

"There you are." I quickly looked up as she approached the doorway. "I saw your car out front. Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Uh-um I didn't feel good so I came home." Well that part was true. I had decided to come home after throwing up in a trash can. Twice.

"Oh no. What's the matter?." She reached out, placing her hand on my forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever."

At that exact moment my stomach decided it didn't want to comply with me and instead wanted to empty out the contents of my stomach for the third time. In less than thirty second I was in the bathroom, heaving out water while kneeling at the toilet. I felt someone hold back my hair.

"Oh my god Bay." I looked up and accepted the paper towel Regina held out towards me, hastily wiping my mouth.

"Really it's nothing. It's probably just a stomach bug. One of those twenty four hour virus things."

"Well all I know right now is that you need to go to bed." She helped me up from my position on the floor. "I have to go back to work. Whitney needs me to do something, so I'll probably be home late. But I'll call Angelo and maybe he could come home early and make you soup or something."

"It's okay." I answered spreading toothpaste on my toothbrush as I began brushing away the awful taste of vomit in my mouth.

"No it's not okay. You're sick and I can't just leave you here alone."

"Well then maybe you could drive me home? I think mom's there. Maybe I could stay there tonight or something so you guys won't have to worry about me"

"Sure honey." She placed a hand on my shoulder. "But you don't have to. I'm sure that Angelo will be able to come home a little earlier. And I'll try not to be too late. You don't have to go."

"I want to go. If that's okay with you." I looked to her for approval. I didn't want this to hurt her feelings but I just really wanted to be home right now. I wanted my mom's shoulder to cry on. I wanted her to tell me it was okay. But most of all I just wanted to forget what was happening and I knew I couldn't do that here right now."

"Okay." She said finally sending me a small smile. "That's fine. Why don't you go pack a bag?"

…

Thirty minutes later I found myself lying in my bed looking up at the ceiling. My mom hadn't been home, instead I had come home to my dad reading a newspaper in the living room who told me she was out grocery shopping. After lying to him about my so called stomach bug I had rushed upstairs.

I was at a loss of what to do. I couldn't tell anyone. I just couldn't. I know my mom would freak out and most likely burst into tears. And my dad, well it wouldn't be even three seconds before he would be out the door looking for Ty ready to kill him. Now really was not the time for this to happen. Not with Angelo finding his baby, Toby about to get married, my dad recovering from his heart attack, Regina just out of rehab, and Ty just back from war.

Of course neither of us had meant for this to happen. We had been careful. Or at least we had tried to be. But there was no denying the fact that I was pregnant and that it was Ty's.

Placing a hand on my still flat stomach I looked down at it in amazement. There was a baby in there. A living being. True it was probably the size of a kidney bean, but a living thing nonetheless. It was a baby that I had helped create. A baby that me and Ty had created.

This was supposed to be an incredible moment in a person's life. But for me it was anything but. I wasn't ready. I definitely wasn't ready. A baby deserved to have two loving parents who could take care of it no matter what, who wanted it no matter what. But that wasn't the case for me. I could barely take care of myself much less another human being.

"Hey." I was thrust out of my thoughts by the sound of a new voice followed by the sound of footsteps entering my room.

I looked up to find Daphne coming in holding a tray. "Hey."

"I heard you were sick." She said. "I made you my famous grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of chamomile tea."

"Thanks." I said as she set the tray on my dresser.

"Well I guess I'll be going." I heard Daphne say as I buried my head in my pillow.

"Daphne. Wait." She turned around, waiting for me to answer.

"I'm not really sick."

"What do you mean your not really sick." She said looking pretty confused. "John told me you were throwing up and that's why my mom dropped you off here. He said you have the stomach flu or something." She sat down next to me on my bed.

"Well I mean that's kind of true. The throwing up part that it. I was throwing up. But I'm pretty sure I don't have the stomach flu."

"What are you trying to get at here Bay?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

I sighed, this definitely was not an easy thing to do. "Remember how a few weeks ago I told you that me and Ty were going to sleep together."

"Uh huh."

"Well we did. And it was great. A lot of fun."

"Get to the point. I don't think I really need to hear about you and Ty's sexual activities."

"Well a week after that I missed my period."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying."

"And I've been throwing up all the time."

"Bay."

"I took a pregnancy test." I took a deep breath. "Daphne I'm pregnant."

'You can't be. You can't be pregnant." I heard her exclaim as she attempted to sign as fast as she was talking. "I mean those test aren't always accurate. They can be wrong."

I let out another sigh before answering. I definitely was not expecting denial on her part. "Daphne I'm sure. In the five years since I've gotten my period I've never been late not once. Especially not three weeks late."

"Well did you use protection?"

"Yeah. I mean he used a condom but I wasn't on the pill. I wasn't really expecting having sex."

"Well are you sure it's Ty's?" She asked apprehensively.

"Yes I'm sure!" I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "I told you that he was going to be my first. And he was. And we only had sex that one time."

"Okay, okay." She held up her hands in defense. "I was only making sure." After a minute of silence she looked over at me. "Well what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I really don't know. I never thought in a million years that something like this would happen to me. I never thought that I could be eligible for Teen Mom."

She shot me a sympathetic look. "Did you tell John and Katherine yet?"

"Are you crazy. They're going to flip out."

"Well you're going to have to tell them eventually."

"Believe me I know. But I don't think I can just yet."

"Well does Ty know?"

I brought my knees to my chest. "No. You're the first to know. Congratulations." I added sarcastically.

"Bay you have to tell him!"

"You think I don't know. But how can I? I mean the guy just got back from war. He's still going through so much. I don't think now's a really good time to tell him he's going to be a father. God knows how he's going to react."

"No matter what you have to tell him Bay. He deserves to know. Trust me he's going to be a lot more upset the later he finds out about this."

"You won't tell him right?" I lifted my head from between my knees to look at her in the eye.

"No. Of course not. It's up to you to tell him. Whenever that may be. But I don't think you should wait that long. I really don't."

"I'll tell him. I'll tell him soon I promise. I know that he deserves to know."

Another moment of silence passed and Daphne broke it once again. "Are you going to keep it?"

"If by keep it you mean am I not going to get rid of it then yes." I glanced down at my stomach. "I'm not going to get rid of it. I can't" I paused. "Even though this isn't what I wanted for myself right now I don't think I have it in me to get an abortion."

"Well are you going to keep it keep it?"

"I don't know Daphne. I really don't know."

"It'll be okay." she rubbed my back gently.

And for once I really hoped that she was right.

So this is my first Switched At Birth story. Should I continue?

This is going to be a short story if I continue it. A few chapters. Maybe 10 at the most.

Let me know what you guys thought.

I tried to keep the people in character as much as I could.