A/N: Hey there, Miskumi here. Haven't uploaded in a while, but I have found a new passion! Switched At Birth on ABC Family. I love the story and thought I would do up my own little ficcy here. This is just the first chunk, I have a TON more written, so if this gets a decent response, then I will update it from time to time.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SWITCHED AT BIRTH, ABC FAMILY, OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS HEREIN.
Anyway, enjoy! ^.^
For a moment it felt like her heart stopped. How could this be? Weren't there precautions against this kind of thing? What was she going to do now? What could she do? There was only one option that she could see, but that didn't mean that her partner wouldn't see another option. She would talk to him. He would clear it all up in a heartbeat, and everything would be alright. She was sure of it. He could make everything better.
She swept her raven hair back over her shoulder, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Her hand was trembling as she raised it to knock on the door. She was almost afraid her rapping was too light, almost reached out to repeat the gesture. Then she heard the lock released and saw the knob turn.
"Regina, what are you doing here?" The sultry Italian accent that she had fallen in love with spoke to her, raising her eyes. "Shouldn't you be at the hospital with Daphne?" She shook her head slowly.
"She's sleeping. I need to talk to you." Her voice was barely there, and trembled.
"Come to tell me the truth? Decide I needed to know?" He spat.
"Something like that. Can I come in, Angelo?" Her voice was growing stronger with each word.
"Yes, yes. Come in I guess." He stepped aside and Regina followed, stepping gingerly into a dank hotel room. "What do you want, Gina?"
"I-, I have something that I need to tell you," She spoke, setting in a well worn chair. Angelo to a spot on the bed, folding his hands and placing them between his knees. "It's about Daphne." He looked up at her quickly.
"So you have come to tell me the truth. You did cheat on me, didn't you? I already know she isn't mine." Regina could already hear that he was getting angry, and that wasn't what she needed. She was hurting enough already, and really needed Angelo's support.
"Yes, I have come to tell you the truth about Daphne, and no, for the hundredth time I did not sleep around on you. That's just the thing." Regina could feel that Angelo was about to snap. His breathing had quickened and his grip on his own hands was turning his knuckles white.
"Why do you insist on lying to me?" He asked, keeping his voice as steady as he possibly could.
"I'm not lying Angelo! After you left, the doctor showed me the DNA test you had run. Why couldn't you come talk to me first?" She accused. "If you suspected she wasn't yours, why didn't you say anything?" Angelo shook his head.
"How could you think that she was yours?" Angelo shot the accusation back at her. "Her hair is so blond, and she has blue eyes, she looks nothing like you! Or me!" He started to raise his voice.
"That's just it." Regina spoke up, trying to catch his attention. "After you left, I had a test of my own run." She pulled a fold up slip of paper out of her pocket. "She's not mine either." Regina unfolded the slip and offered it to him. "I reran the DNA, only with mine, and it came back that she isn't mine. That little girl sitting in the hospital bed is not Daphne Paloma Vasquez." Angelo read over the paper as Regina's lip began to quiver. She felt a tear running down her face.
"Gina, what does this mean?" He whispered, still trying to make sense of the paper he held in his hand.
"This means that somebody else has our daughter." Her voice came out as a faint whisper and she placed her face in her hands. Angelo was immediately at her side, stroking her hair, arm around her shoulders. "Someone else has our Daphne, Angelo!" Regina sobbed, and all Angelo could do was hold her.
