She lifts the baby out of the crib. He continues to cry as she holds him close.

"Mom?" he cries, "Momma go?"

Kathryn kisses his cheek, and wipes away his tears, "She had to go to work. She'll be back soon."

"Mom."

"She'll be back soon," Kathryn insists. She looks at the little boy with dark curls, and big brown eyes. Her heart breaks for him.


He pulls down the covers, and climbs into bed. She crawls into bed with him. He doesn't reach over to turn off his lamp, and neither does she. He turns to her.

"Kathryn I'm at a loss here," he admits.

"I know."

"I don't know what the right thing to do, or say is," he admits.

"That has never stopped you before."

"I was not the only one who flew off the handle tonight. I've never seen you so angry."

"John this is not what I wanted for her."

"None of us did."

"I can't believe that she didn't feel like she could come to me."

"Kathryn she's sixteen."

"I am her mother."

"What do we do? Do we send her to boarding school?"

Kathryn sighs, heavily. "Our daughter just told us that she's pregnant, and your solution is to send her to boarding school?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. Kathryn she is too young to have a child. She is still a child herself."

"I agree."

"You don't seem on board with the boarding school idea."

"It isn't our decision. This is her decision."

"So you're going to let her keep it, if she wants?"

"We don't know what she wants," Kathryn points out.

"But if she wanted to?"

"I can't stop her."

"We could."

"John pretending like this isn't happening isn't going to make it go away."

"This is unbelievable."

"I know."

"What are we going to tell people?"

She furrows her brow, "That is what you are worried about?"

"Yeah," he nods, "I'm worried about what to tell people. My sixteen year old daughter is pregnant. It reflects badly on us, as parents. I mean there is only so much bad behavior that we can blame on the switch."

"So let me get this straight? Instead of being worried about Bay, and what she's going through, what she's feeling, right now, you're worried about what people might think? John she is sixteen years old she has got to be scared out of her mind."

"She should have thought of that before she..."

Kathryn cuts him off, "Just stop, right there. It wasn't intentional. It was an accident."

"That is what you want to call it? We're going to call it an accident? So when it's running around the house, screaming we're going to say, 'Stop doing that Accident?', huh?"

"I can understand why she waited so long to tell us."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You get so angry. You yell, and you can't even hear what the other person is saying."

"I am sorry, but, I think that I have a right to be a little upset. My daughter is pregnant."

"Why are you upset?"

"She is sixteen."

"Explain it to me."

"My customers are going to go elsewhere. I mean we have always tried to portray wholesome family values, and this ruins that."

"So you're afraid that she is ruining things for you? John some times I don't believe that you can be so selfish."

"Kathryn, just calm down."

"What about Bay?"

"Why does it matter what she wants? At sixteen years old she is not capable of taking care of a child. She needs to finish high school first, and go to college. She doesn't need to throw her life away for some illegitimate baby, with some kid who is probably never going to come back from Afghanistan."


When she wakes up, she finds someone sitting on her bed. She sits up, and stares at her questioningly.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"If you want to lecture me, you should just wait. I am sure that J, and K will do plenty of that."

"Bay why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I knew that you wouldn't understand."

"I am trying," Regina admits.

"You think that I am making a mistake."

"What is your plan?"

Bay shrugs, "I don't have one."

"Have you told Ty?"

"No."

"Are you going to?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Bay I think that you should consider..."

Bay cuts her off, "I have already made a decision. If I hadn't I wouldn't have said anything at all."

"So..."

"I am going to keep it."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," she nods.

"Bay I think that you are making a mistake. You are sixteen years old. You have your entire life ahead of you. You need to finish high school. You need to go to college."

"So you're going to go ahead with the lecture?"

"Bay you have no idea how difficult it is to be a single mother. It is the hardest job you can possibly imagine. You don't have the resources to be a good parent at sixteen."

"I am sorry that you feel that way."

"Bay please don't do this," she begs.