a/n: w00t

At 16 weeks pregnant, Bay was ecstatic to have her monthly trip to the obstetrician. This week, they were going to try to determine the sex of the baby. At first, she was skeptical about wanting to know before the baby was born. And in Kennish family tradition, everyone had something to say about it.

Kathryn insisted that knowing made it "so much easier to decorate, you don't just want a room full of yellows and greens, do you?"

John didn't have an opinion, but said that "not knowing Toby was a boy until he was born made it one of the greatest surprises of my life."

Grandma Kennish said that it was best to do things the "old-fashioned way – find out between the time the kid is fully out to the time they spank his little bottom."

Grandpa Kennish said that it's best to "know what the baby is before you get your hopes up only for them to get crushed – like my dream of getting a boat."

Toby just wanted to know so he could figure out "whether to get it the pink or black Guitar Face onesie."

After considering their options, Bay and Emmett decided to find out. Emmett was positive that it was a girl, and referred to the baby as such. Bay wasn't so sure.

"He kicks like a boy. It's either a boy, or a future female soccer player."

The entire immediate Kennish-Vazquez family was waiting in the waiting room for the news along with Emmett's mother, Melody.

"What'll happen if they can't tell? We just ship Grandma and Grandpa Kennish back to Minnesota?"

Daphne wasn't interested in finding out, so she decided to spend the day with Wilke instead. The pair had gotten closer over the past few weeks. He understood her frustration and anger at both Emmett and Daphne.

"That's totally bogus," Wilke said, passing the flask back to Daphne. Sitting in construction areas getting drunk had become their thing. It wasn't exactly romance, but it was better than sitting in a hospital waiting to find out whether she had a future "niece" or "nephew."

"They would be related to you, though," Wilke said, like he was asking and stating it at the same time. "Like, you're sort of her sister, and he's kind of like your brother, I guess."

"No," Daphne said, sternly. "Neither one of them is related to me. I just happen to be living on Bay's 'estate.' It's all bullshit."

"So what's gonna happen when the baby comes?" Wilke asked, taking another swig of the bitter beverage. He stole it from his dad's liquor cabinet at work. His dad was always so wasted he wouldn't notice it was missing. "Are you just gonna ignore that, too?"

"I guess," she said. "Everyone's gonna think I'm a super-bitch if I do, though. It's not fair. I've lost everything to her. My family, my friend, my boyfriend. I… hate her."

"It wasn't her fault, though," Wilke said. "I doubt any sane teenage girl would get pregnant just to spite her sist—er, parents' biological daughter.

"I know, I just…" Daphne said, thinking intently. "Need someone to blame."

"Maybe you just blame yourself?" Wilke said, surprising himself. Becoming the voice of reason? Insanity. Becoming the voice of reason while intoxicated? Impossible. "You had eight years to make a move or show a sign and you didn't until you saw him moving on. That's kind of…I don't know, wrong, you know?"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," Daphne said, looking up at the sky. The wood chips from the construction site looked so pretty as they floated around the blue sky.

"I like you, you know," Wilke said. "No lie, I do."

Daphne looked over at him. His eyes sparkled and his long hair looked amazing splayed out along the ground as he laid down.

He was right. She needed to find her own happiness.

And she thought she found it.

Back at the hospital, Dr. Finnegan put a dollop of cold jelly on Bay's stomach. He pressed the wand against her stomach and she caught a chill.

"You okay?" he said, as he tried to adjust the monitor.

"Yeah, it's just a little cold," she said, leaning further into the chair.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it. It does feel weird, especially with these latex gloves on," he said, staring at the screen.

He turned on the speaker and the sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the room. It was strong, constant reassurance that their baby was okay.

"So everything looks good," Finnegan said, signing to Emmett with his free hand. "Would you two like to know the sex?"

"Yes," they said, unanimously.

"Okay, you two have a healthy baby girl," he said, pointing to the fetus on the ultrasound monitor.

Emmett gasped, Bay was sure she would have if she had any breathe left in her lungs.

"She's so tiny," Bay said, finally getting the words out.

"Yep, most fetuses are," Finnegan said, cleaning Bay's stomach off and putting the monitor away. "Well, everything checks out, so I'll see you in another month. Feel free to call if you have any questions, and come in if you have any concerns."

"Thanks," Bay said, sitting up. She couldn't wait to tell their families.

Once they got outside, they were greeted by eager eyes. Bay decided to let Emmett tell them the news.

"It's a girl," he signed. Melody and Regina squealed in delight. Emmett was surprised at his mother's reaction. He hadn't seen her show that much reaction about the pregnancy until that point.

Maybe it made it more real, he thought.

"Wait, what is he saying?" John said. It occurred to Bay that they didn't sign – or at least not very well.

"He said, 'It's a girl," Bay said, trying not to choke up.

"I knew it!" Toby said, standing up. "You owe me fifty bucks!" He gestured towards Angelo.

"Gambling, Toby?" Kathryn asked, rhetorically. "Today?"

"What?" he said, taking Angelo's $50. "It's a special occasion."