A/N: So here is the next chunk of the story. Hope you all like it!

Angelo paced the floor in front of the window. They were still waiting for the Kennishs to show up. Regina sat, ringing her hands, her foot tapping nervously. She had no idea if they were going to bring Bay with them, or if they even believed that their daughter was living with somebody else. Daphne had been left with Regina's mother, after a heated debate between Angelo and Regina.

All movement in the room stopped when they heard a tap at the door. That had to be the Kennishs. Mr. Gray stood and slowly pulled the door open, and two well dressed women and a man in the suit stood on the other side. The trio stepped inside, and Mr. Gray offered them all seats. Regina and Angelo joined hands, even more nervous now that they were about to face the people who had their daughter.

"I assume that your lawyer has filled you in on why we are all here today?" Mr. Gray started as he took his seat behind the desk.

"Yes. You believe we have your daughter." Kathryn spoke curtly.

"We have the DNA tests." Regina looked quickly from Kathryn to Mr. Gray. "We know that the child we have been raising for the last three years isn't ours." Mr. Gray nodded.

"And what makes you think that our daughter is yours?" John spoke.

"The research has been done. These two girls, Daphne Vasquez and Bay Kennish, were born on the same day, released on the same day." Mr. Gray replied.

"That proves nothing." Amanda waved her hand. She looked at the Kennishs. "Bay carries recessive genes from John's family, which explains why she has so few similarities to either parent." The lawyer sounded so sure of herself as she spoke, and Angelo started to get nervous.

"Have you done a DNA test on her?" Regina spoke quickly.

"Of course not! Why would we subject our daughter to that, just to get the answer that we already know?" Kathryn snapped.

"How do you know that the genes are recessive then?" Regina returned with an equal amount of venom.

"Ladies, please. We are here to talk civilly." Mr. Gray interjected. "We have a little situation that needs to be resolved, and the quicker the better."

"What do you want from us, Mr. Gray?" Amanda spoke before her clients could respond.

"Well, we have the DNA swabs from Daphne still. All we would need is a sample of DNA from one or both of your clients to compare to the child's." He was calm, almost as if his proposal was something that happened every day.

"Definatly not!" John spoke finally. "I will not put my wife through that. You have already put her through enough by simply suggesting that our child isn't ours. She hasn't slept in almost a week thinking about it."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kennish, but this would be the quickest and easiest way to clear it all up. You give us a sample, we run the DNA, and if it comes back negative, we go back to square one. But if it matches-"

"If it matches, what then? Do you want us to take the child? Because we will." Kathryn spoke.

"If it matches, we will then ask for a sample swab from Bay, to compare with Ms. Vasquez and Mr. Sorrento."

"No no no. It's not happening." John stood up quickly. "We won't put Bay through that!"

"It's not a blood draw. It's a cotton swab inside the cheek, that's all." Mr. Gray tried to calm with his words. Kathryn placed her hand on her husband's arm.

"Maybe we should do what they ask, John." Regina smiled. Maybe this all would work out for the best and they would get their child back. John sighed.

"If this is what you want to do, Kathryn, then so be it." He sat beside his wife. "But how can we be sure that the samples aren't tampered with?"

"You will simply go to the hospital, have the swab taken by a technician there, and we will put the order through for the test. The sample will be handled only by hospital employees, and we will contact you when the results come back." Mr. Gray explained. John looked at the floor, then back to Amanda. Kathryn squeezed his hand.

"Alright. I'll go straight there."

"I will too." Kathryn added. "The more samples, the better, right?" Mr. Gray nodded.

"I will place the call to the lab and let them know you are coming and what needs to be done." Amanda and the Kennishs stood.

"Thank you for your time." Amanda offered a hand to Mr. Gray, who took it quickly, smiling. "We look forward to your call."