a/n: yep


The next few days were unbearable. Between mood swings, cravings, morning sickness and general changes in her body, Bay was becoming more frustrated by the day. And it was only the beginning.

This would be good.

John and Kathryn supported Bay's efforts to keep life moving after the news broke. John was generally upset at the fact that his daughter was having a baby at sixteen, and Kathryn hated the looks that she got from the other mothers at the health club when they found out.

Toby was almost oblivious to the fact that anything was different. He just went about his days like nothing had changed. Bay appreciated that fact – one person that wasn't tiptoeing around her like she was fragile.

Daphne hadn't spoken to her since the Saturday when she told the family. It had been a good five days without a word.

I'm not even sure she spoke to anyone since then.

Bay expected things to change if she got pregnant during high school. She just didn't expect so many changes before the baby was even born.

Today, Emmett picked up Bay from school early so the pair could meet Bay's parents at the obstetrician. John and Kathryn insisted that they take Bay, but Bay pitched a fit and they ultimately agreed to let Emmett take her.

Pregnancy hormones: 1, Kennishes: 0

The first prenatal visit was one of the most important. Not only to confirm the pregnancy, but also to determine the due date and any obvious defects. Bay wasn't looking forward to the intrusive, awkward questions, but she was looking forward to seeing the ultrasound.

The first time I get to see the little munchkin inside of me.

Emmett was just excited to be along for the ride – at home it was almost as if his mom forgot about the situation; the polar opposite of the Kennish house. The Bledsoe's were ignoring the problem, the Kennish's were accepting it. This would be the first time he would be able to bond with the baby at all.

As if he was jealous of the fast-growing incubator I was becoming.

"So, you're here because you think you're pregnant?" Dr. Finnegan said, looking down at a clipboard. Emmett was anxious about the obstetrician being a guy, but he was the only obstetrician in the area who could sign, and Bay didn't want a translator to be present.

The less people in the room, the better.

"Yes," Bay said. "I took three pregnancy tests and they were all positive."

"Ahhh, yes," Finnegan said. "Do you know the date of your last menstrual period." Bay's immaturity was clear as she shifted on the table to hide her laughter at his word choice.

Grow up, Bay, you're going to be a mother. Get a damn grip.

"No," Bay said. "It might have been around two or three months ago? I'm not sure."

"Okay," Finnegan said, writing on his clipboard. "We'll just do an ultrasound to determine gestational age."

He pulled on gloves and began the exam. Soon after the ultrasound, he looked up.

"Yep, you're definitely pregnant," he said. "I'd say you're around 11 weeks. That would put your due date on February 28th, plus or minus a couple of weeks."

Emmett squeezed Bay's hand, coaxing her to turn around.

Oh my god, he mouthed.

"Now all there's left to do is generate the genetic history. We have Bay's records, now we just need to collect the father's. You're the father, correct?" Finnegan said, signing towards Emmett.

"Yes," Emmett nodded.

"Any history of illness in your family?" Finnegan said, copying a few things onto his clipboard.

"No, not that I know of. Both my parents are deaf, though. I don't know if that matters," Emmett signed.

"No, we don't list that as an illness," Finnegan assured. "But have you two ever considered the possibility of your child being born deaf? It wouldn't be that uncommon considering the circumstances."

Bay and Emmett looked at each other. They hadn't thought about having a deaf child before then. It wouldn't be a problem, considering Bay was picking up signing fast, and Emmett was fluent. The social stigma wouldn't be that big of a deal either, as they would grow up with a strong support system of ASL speakers.

Especially if Daphne came around.

"We hadn't discussed it before, but I wouldn't have a problem with having a deaf child," Bay said.

Emmett nodded.

"The connection between genetics and deafness isn't entirely proven yet," Finnegan said. "But it's nice to know that you're starting to think about the possibility of raising a deaf child. Luckily for you, with one deaf parent, it shouldn't be any trouble to communicate."

Bay shifted in her seat. Sure, it wouldn't be difficult to communicate, but the thought of her child never hearing her voice bothered her. She wasn't sure if that bothered Emmett, but she could think of no reason why it would.

He's never even heard his own voice. I doubt it matters to him if his kid can't hear it either.

Bay shook the thought out of her head. She was 11 weeks pregnant, and the only thing she wanted on her mind was dinner.

Dr. Finnegan finished the exam and sent them off.

"Good luck, and I'll see you in four weeks!" he said, opening the door for the pair. John and Kathryn stood up when they saw them coming out. They had opted to sit in the waiting room for the procedure. Rather, Bay didn't want them there, and Kathryn convinced her husband to let her and Emmett go on their own.

"They're going to have a baby together, John," she said. "You need to learn to trust them on their own."

"It was me trusting them on their own that got them into this situation," John said, reluctantly taking a seat in the waiting room chair.

Now the elder couple were ecstatic to hear the details of the appointment.

"How'd it go, how far along are you, was he nice, did he speak ASL well, are you really pregnant?"

It took plenty of reassuring before they were satisfied. "February 28th, that's a nice date. A February birthday," Kathryn said. "You know a lot of Kennishes have been born in February."

The rambling went on all the way out of the hospital doors. Things like, "Can you believe that in seven months we'll be walking out these same doors with a baby?"

"No, and I don't want to think about it," John said. He definitely wasn't going to be on board with the pregnancy until the baby was born. He hadn't even looked at Bay since she broke the news to them.

It wasn't until the foursome got out to the parking lot that Kathryn and John stopped talking for a minute at a time. Emmett was unaffected; a definite plus for being deaf.

"C'mon, Bay, let's go home," John said, gesturing towards the car.

"I think I'm gonna have Emmett take me," Bay said, looking at Emmett. He nodded in agreement.

"I don't think that's a good idea, hun," John said, his voice edgy. "Plus, doesn't Emmett live like ten minutes away, I don't think it's a—"

"It's fine, sweetheart, go on," Kathryn said, urging them on and shooting her husband a glance.

The older couple argued for a while, but Bay and Emmett were oblivious to it as they rode away.