I'm on a time crunch to get this done before the Season 3 premier so I promise that I will do better at uploading!

In the last chapter, I chose the song Cry With You by Hunter Hayes. I meant to post the link to it so here it is:

watch?v=VdirtOz8nXA

Also, in this chapter I'm going to be choosing December by Taylor Swift. The link to this one is:

watch?v=JWXIvFmTI3g

I need opinions. What would you think of a poem at the beginning of every chapter? I've been thinking about it for awhile now and I really enjoy writing poems, but would you enjoy reading them? Please review!

Bold: Signing

Italics: Thought or flashback.

Underline: Signing and talking

Regular: Talking

Disclaimer: I don't own Switched at Birth (wish I did but I don't). I only own my own thoughts.

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Bay was as confused as ever. But then again, she'd never seen things clearer.

She knew without a doubt in the world that Emmett would be there for her, always. Through thick or thin, through every cloudy day and every sunny patch of field.

What Ty did was terrible. To know that he could possibly think that to not be waiting for him was going to make it hurt any less when he was gone was so wrong. It still hurt. She'd given herself to him. She'd thought that she loved him. Now she knew how wrong she was to pursue him. He showed no interest in her until she'd expressed her interest in him. She'd let one sentence convince her to sleep with a lying cheat.

At least Emmett had been honest with her in the end. But know she knew from a friend. Or maybe the word is "friend." How could she keep something like this from her? And the question is did he come clean or did he get caught?

As much as she mourned his death, she could never forgive him for that. Cheating is pretty bad, but lying about cheating is by far the worst offense.

And if she could let a few sweet nothings coerce her into bed, how many words had Emmett spent, but to no avail?

How could she be so dense?

And then she knew what she had to do.

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The lights flashed in the living room. Emmett turned off the television and moved toward the door. Melody was out and he wasn't expecting anyone. A quick check of the peephole confirmed it was Bay. He hadn't seen her since earlier that afternoon.

He hadn't planned to show her the billboard yet; he'd wanted to wait until some night when it felt just right. He'd designed to have it illuminated in the dark; a symbolic gesture as much as a method to show off her artwork.

He was surprised by her reaction to seeing the billboard. But then again, he really didn't know what he expected. Of course he wanted to see her ecstatic, with him.

The lights flashed again and pulled him back to reality. He didn't realize that he was just standing there, staring at her through the peephole. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.

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Bay didn't wait for an invitation; she knew she was always invited. She was slightly surprised that it's taken him so long to answer the door, but immensely relieved when he did.

"I'm sorry," she started. "About everything."

Emmett lifted his hands but she didn't give him the chance to say anything.

"You have been trying so hard and it's like one moment I notice, and the next I'm too busy with my head in the sand. I see that now and I feel terrible.

"I wish that I could just take it back, make different decisions," she took a deep breath. She hadn't expected this too be so hard. "But I can't.

"So instead of forgetting and trying again, let's remember our mistakes and learn from them ad start a second time."

For a few seconds, Emmett just stared at her. She could tell she'd surprised him. Then, with a new look in his eyes, he lifted his hands.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't know why I'm even questioning this, but I don't want this to be a rebound for you," he holds his hands in front of him, clasped together.

She took a step forward and put her hands on his. She lifted one and signed, "I love you and I'm not gonna let you go."

The air seemed to crackle with an air of electricity in the space of a few seconds. Neither was sure who moved first, but lips brushed lips. Bay groaned when he pulled away.

"Forever," Emmett spoke.

Bay started at the sound of his voice, but an easy smile covered her shock. Oh how easy it would be to get used to this, she thought. She doubled his sentiment, speaking his language, "Forever."

His hand found a way to the nape of her neck, drawing her close. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed. Their mouths met in a fiery abandonment.

**Song**

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This scene I wrote like an episode. The song would play most of the way through as the camera pans out on the couple, the credits running on the bottom of the screen.

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