Kathryn sinks into her seat at the dining room table. She shakes her head, realizing that she's failed her daughter. She looks at the half empty bottle of wine thinking of the example that she is setting. She takes a deep breath, and looks at Bay. She can tell by the look in the young woman's eyes that she is disappointed in herself.

"Bay you are not a statistic. I don't ever want you to think that."

"But I am," Bay argues.

"We all make choices that lead to things we don't plan for."

"Is that your nice way of calling this a mistake?" Bay wonders.

"I know that it wasn't intentional. I know it was an accident. I don't want you to ever think of it as a mistake."

"That is how you feel isn't it?"

"It makes me sad, for you that this happened. Bay I just wish you had waited."

"Me too."

"You are so young."

"And, you're worried about what your friends at the country club will say," she adds.

Kathryn shakes her head, "It doesn't matter what they say."

"Since when?"

"You're my daughter. You have made me so proud."

"Except for this."

"Bay I am not going to sit here and lie to you. This is not what I wanted for you. This is not something that I ever would have chosen for you."

"But?"

"But I know that if this is really what you want you will find a way to make it work."

"But you're still angry," Bay points out.

"I am angry at the opportunities you are going to miss out on. I am angry that you felt like you couldn't come to me the second that you found out. I am angry you waited this long to tell me. I am angry that you chose to tell Regina before me. I am angry."

"You're angry with me?"

"No."

"Yes you are," Bay argues.

"I wanted you to wait. I wanted you to have the fairy tale every girl deserves to have."

"What fairytale is that?"

"Your first time should be special."

"And...?"

"It should be on your wedding night."

"It doesn't work like that anymore."

"It rarely does. I just wanted you to have that. I didn't want you to have regrets. It is something that you can't take back."

"Obviously."

"You shouldn't get pregnant on your first time."

Bay nods, "I am a slow learner, but I will make note of that for next time," she jokes.

"How can you joke at a time like this?"

"It's either laugh, or cry, and I have done enough crying. I have spent months crying. I am done crying. I am done feeling sorry for myself. No, this isn't the way I planned any of this going. This wasn't the plan that I had for my life..." she trails off.

"But?"

Bay picks a picture out of the box. She places it on the dining room table, as she calmly takes a seat. She places the picture in front of Kathryn.

"I didn't plan that. I never would have even considered wanting that. I was so sure, that I didn't. When I went to my first appointment I was so certain that I already knew what I wanted. I didn't want a baby. I never wanted kids. I never desired to be anyone's mother. I thought that I could," she pauses to blink away tears, "just make it go away, and I would be ok with that. I am too young to be anyone's parent. I am not ready for a baby. I knew that then, just as much as I know it now. I figured that I wouldn't have to tell you, or dad, or Regina. I thought that I could make the whole situation disappear, and that I could live with that."

"So what happened?"


Daphne sits on a stool, next to her. The room is full of anxiety as they wait for the doctor to enter the room. Daphne turns to Bay.

"Are you sure about this?"

Bay nods, "I can't have a baby now."

Daphne doesn't argue. How can she? She stares at the look of fear on Bay's face. Bay swallows hard, fighting the urge to vomit, not from morning sickness, but from anxiety. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The doctor enters the room. He explains the process. After a few moments the ultrasound is over. The doctor shoots the young girl a glance.

"Are you sure that you want to go through with this?"

She looks her dead in the eyes, wiping the tears from her eyes, "I am certain that I don't want to go through with this."

"Ok. I'll print you off some pictures."

She nods, and the doctor leaves the room, closing the door. Daphne turns to Bay.

"You really want to do this? You really want to have a baby?"

"Have you been in the same room with me this whole time?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't say a word?"

"It is your choice."

"It is not my choice," she argues.

"What do you mean?"

"From the second I heard that heartbeat I didn't have a choice."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Keep it."


"It was over after my first appointment. I heard the heartbeat, and that was it. Everything I thought I believed, or knew... none of it mattered. I didn't know I could feel that kind of connection to, anyone, let alone someone who has yet to even take a breath yet."

"You know that it is not too late to change your mind. I want you to know that. You can change your mind at anytime, and I will support you. No matter what you decide I will support you."

"I am not going to change my mind."

"Bay it is going to be really hard."

"I know that. I am going to need a lot of help. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"We will help you. And there are tons of books and classes too."

"I think that I have read every single book there is to read."

"You have to take a CPR class, and..."

Bay cuts her off, "I already did. I got certified over Christmas break."

"Bay we still have to tell your father," Kathryn reminds her.

"Both of them," she admits.

"Angelo doesn't know, either?"

Bay shakes her head, "No. I am not that worried about telling him. He will be calm, he always is."