Luckily, she is staying in the guest house, for the night, when Kathryn decides to confront John. He comes into the kitchen, and pulls the knot in his tie loose. He places the tie on the kitchen counter. He moves towards her to kiss her. She steps away from him.

"What's the problem?"

She turns and looks at him, "You're the problem."

"Excuse me?"

"What did you say to Bay?"

"I told her the truth. I told her what she needed to hear, because I am sure that you and Regina both mollycoddled her instead of giving her a dose of reality. She made a mistake. Katheryn she is pregnant. She is six months along, and she is just now telling us. None of this situation is acceptable. What would the voters say, if they found out my unwed teenage daughter, is going to have a bastard child, before she was even scheduled to graduate high school? I would lose voters, and the press would have a field day."

"Our daughter is eighteen years old. She is still a kid. She is scared to death, and all you are worried about is the voters, and the press?"

"I am starting to see just how much she is like her parents."

Katheryn's nostrils flare, "You did not just go there."

"Our daughter wouldn't have made that kind of mistake."

"Excuse me? John, it could just as easily be Daphne. If you think she hasn't done the same things that Bay did I can assure you that you are wrong."

"How do you know? Did she tell you that?"

"She doesn't have to tell me that. I just know that she has."

"Even so, she wouldn't have a baby out of wedlock before she's out of high school."

"John you don't know that. You don't know what she might do," she raises her voice.

"She sure as hell wouldn't be dumb enough to get pregnant."

"It was an accident."

"Accident's are preventable. All they had to do was use protection."

"They did."

"Obviously not, or she wouldn't be knocked up right now. You can't believe everything that she tells you."

"She made a bad decision, so now she's pregnant, and a liar?" Katheryn furrows her brow, in disbelief.

"I don't know who she is. She certainly didn't turn out to be the daughter that I thought I raised."

"John, you need to apologize to her."

"I am not going to apologize to her."

"That is your choice."

"You don't have to be so cold, just because I don't agree with you."

"You called our grandchild a bastard, so yeah, I might be a little bit pissed."

"I'm just calling 'em as I see 'em."

She looks him in the eyes, "I am only going to say this once," she begins, "You are going to go upstairs, and pack a bag. You are going to leave, and find another place to stay. You cannot stay here, in this house. I will not have you here producing a toxic environment for everyone around you. Get your shit, and get out!"

He stares at her, taken aback. His cheeks burn with anger. "Excuse me?"

"Out!"

"This is my house. I paid for this house."

"John this is not a road that you want to go down. I suggest that you stop while you're ahead. Go stay at a hotel for a couple of nights, and cool off. When you come to your senses, and you can see that you're wrong you can come back. When you realize how nasty the things you have said to our child are, and you apologize to her, then you are welcome to come back. If you can't do that, then I suggest you get an attorney, because this is over."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You won't have anything," he warns her.

"John I have been your wife for twenty years. I have stood by you through thick, and thin. I have stood by, and supported you, even when I knew you were wrong. I have kept this house running, and cooked dinner for you every night. I have been a good wife, but I will be damned if you think you can hurt my child, and expect me to back you up. I won't do it. If I have to choose I will choose them every time."

"Katheryn you don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing."

"You would end our marriage over this?"

"In a heartbeat."

He storms out of the room, and stomps up the stairs. He grabs a bag, and throws some clothes in it. As he heads down the stairs, with his belongings he realizes that it's the first time since he's been married that he actually packed for himself. He grabs his car keys, and heads out the door. He slams it on his way out. Daphne feels the vibration upstairs, in bed. She comes down the stairs, and finds Katheryn in the kitchen.

"What is going on?"

"Your father, and I had an argument."

"Where is he?"

"I sent him to a hotel for a couple of days. He slammed the door on his way out."

"What were you arguing about?"

"Bay finally told him. She stayed at Regina's last night, because of all the terrible things he said to her. He refused to apologize to her, or admit that he was wrong, so I sent him packing."

"What did he say to her?"

"He was more concerned what the voters would think. He told her she couldn't keep the baby. When he was talking to me he called the baby a bastard."

"I never would have expected him to react that badly."

"His temper has always been like his baseball career, shorter than it should have be."

"Is Bay ok?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard from her since she went to the guest house, earlier."

"I'll go check on her," Daphne offers.

"Wait," Katheryn asks.

"What?"

"When did she tell you?"

"The day that she found out for sure," Daphne admits.

"Why didn't you tell me? You didn't tell anyone."

"She asked me not to."

"But you could have."

"She needed someone who would understand. I know that if the situation was reversed she would do the same for me."