The car ride was quiet, the only sound was the hum of the road. Daphne was used to quiet, she was Deaf, but this was a bad kind of quiet. "Could you just talk to me?" She turned to her dad. He stayed silent. "I'm sorry, okay?" She whined. "It was an accident!" Still nothing. "Please, say something! Yell at me, disown me, I don't care!" She begged. John pulled over on the side of the road. He sat quietly for a moment, then thrusted his fist into the steering wheel. "What am I gonna do with you, Daphne?" He said. "I always thought it would be Bay that was the problem child, and for a while she was. But now, this? This isn't like you!"

"I know," Daphne started crying. "I don't know how it happened! It was an accident!"

"It's just…" Tears began to well up in John's eyes as well. "How do you mess up this bad, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know how I can make this better."

"You can't, honey." John shook his head. "None of us can."

Meanwhile, at the Bledsoe house, Emmett brushed himself off and went back inside. His mom stood in their kitchen, her lips pursed and her arms folded across her chest. "I had no idea!" Emmett signed apologetically.

"How did this happen?" Melody furrowed her brow. Emmett sat down at the kitchen table.

"I don't know!" He signed. "We must have-"

"I know how it happened," She stopped him. "I want to know when it happened." Emmett thought for a moment. His eyes widened with realization.

"The night you went to the airport with Gabe." He suddenly remembered.

It was late that night, Emmett was home alone watching football in their living room, Chiefs versus The Browns. The lights flickered and he went to the door. Daphne stood on their front step, her eyes were red and puffy. "Daphne? What's up?" Emmett signed.

"I need to talk to someone and I don't want to bug Bay because you and Travis just got back and it's their first night back together, and J and K are visiting Toby, Lily, and Carlton, and Regina-"

"Slow down!" He said. "Are you okay?" Daphne pulled out her phone and showed him a text conversation between her and Mingo. Emmett read it. "Seriously? He just up and left? No warning?" Daphne nodded, fighting back tears.

"He said we were getting 'too serious' and he needed to be free. What does that even mean?" She asked. "Was I holding him back?"

"No!' Emmett said. "Daphne, that guy's crazy. He doesn't know what he's leaving behind." Daphne smiled faintly, wiping away tears. "It's late. Why don't you come inside." Daphne followed him into the kitchen and they got to talking.

"Thanks, by the way. You're such a great guy, I'm sorry I never-" Daphne started.

"No, it's fine! After all, what are friends for?" He said.

"And I don't just mean letting me cry on your shoulder tonight. You've always been there for me since we were kids."

"Like I said, it's nothing."

"Nothing?" She signed. "You stood up for me when those kids were bullying me, you taught me ASL, your mom helped me get into Carlton… Emmett Bledsoe, I don't know where I'd be without you." They had drifted closer to each other, now standing less than an arms width apart. Suddenly, Emmett kissed her. It wasn't the first time, they'd kissed at least twice before. But this time it felt different. It felt...right.

"Sorry," Emmett pulled away. "I don't know what came over me."

"No, I liked it," Daphne admitted, looking into his silver-blue eyes. "Do it again."

"Okay!" Melody stomped, bringing Emmett back to the present. "I've heard enough. As I said, we'll figure out a time we can all come together and talk about this." She grabbed a sponge from the sink. "Just...go to your room. I'm going to...clean, or something."

John and Daphne went back to the house. Katharine informed her that she'd canceled her appointment. "So it looks like we're going through with this." Daphne muttered underneath her breath.

"What was that?" John scowled.

"Nothing." Daphne sunk into herself.

"You bet we're going through with this. No go and think about what you're going to do about school." He ordered. Daphne timidly nodded and slunk out of the room. "Man, what are we going to do with that kid?" John sighed, rubbing his chest.

"You alright, sweetie?" Katharine asked.

"Yeah, must have pulled something when I went to see Emmett. I'll be fine."

Daphne walked back to the guest house. On her way, she was struck by a wave of nausea. She barely made it inside before running to the kitchen sink and blowing chunks. She cleaned herself up and managed to make it up to her room. She flopped on her bed and groaned. She closed her eyes and waited for the sickness to pass then let out an exasperated sigh. What was she going to do? John was crazy if he thought she was going to raise it. Emmett should have a say. She thought. She knew it wasn't right that he didn't get one in her decision to abort. She'd figured what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, but this was his baby too. Baby… She thought to herself, milling the word over in her head. She stood up and went to the mirror. Looking at herself in profile, she stuck out her stomach as far as she could. OUR baby… She thought. This was their baby, in nine months it would be a fully formed baby with eyes and a nose and a mouth and fingers. Fingers...hands… Would it be Deaf or hearing? Daphne wasn't born deaf but Emmett was, both his parents were as well. It was possible. It would learn sign language, either way, it would have to. It wouldn't stay a baby forever. Someday it would grow into a person, with ideas and beliefs and dreams, it would need to express those things to its family. Was she ready to be a mother? And what about Emmett? Did he even want kids? All of these thoughts started spinning in her head. She didn't have a choice anymore, neither of them did. It was so dizzying that again she felt sick rise up from her stomach and force it's way up her body. She ran to the nearest wastebasket. She curled up on the floor in, somewhat ironically, the fetal position. "What am I going to do about school?" She cried. There was a knock at her door. She forced her hysterics and her nausea back down and answered the door. It was Lily and Carlton.

"Hey!" She smiled. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," Daphne sniffed. "Sure."

"Toby and I just heard. How are you holding up?" She sat down on her bed, setting Carlton on the floor.

"I've been better." She laughed nervously.

"I'll bet! You remember what a wreck I was when I found out we were having Carlton."

"Yeah, I'm kind of in the same boat." She said. "Well, you had it worse than me I guess."

"Well...maybe." Lily tilted her head. "But everything you're feeling is both valid and justified."

"I'm just...scared, confused, and just unsure." Daphne sighed.

"Wow," She raised her brow. "That is some deja vu!" She placed a hand on Daphne's back. "So what are you going to do?"

"About school? I dunno, what do you think I should do?"

"Well, as your former teacher, I'd encourage you to continue your education. But as your friend and sister-in-law, I support you in whatever you decide to do but you have to make that decision yourself." She said. "But you've got time, don't sweat it." She reassured her.

"Thanks, Lily." Daphne smiled.

"You're very welcome." Lily smiled back. "Oh," She rose to her feet, picking up Carlton. "J and K wanted me to tell you, we're all having dinner this Saturday. As a family." Daphne nodded in acknowledgment and Lily left the room. She decided she would try to schedule a doctor's appointment before then. She looked up the number for the free clinic and dialed, the VRS interpreter appeared on her screen, gave his spiel, then connected her to the clinic. "Kansas City Medical, this is Cindy speaking. How may I help you?"

"Hi, this is Daphne Vasquez. I need to schedule an appointment for an ultrasound."

"Okay, are you pregnant?" The woman asked.

"Oh, yes, I am. That's- that's why I need the ultrasound." Daphne nervously popped her fingers.

"Alright, ma'am. How far along are you?"

"I don't know, maybe a couple weeks?"

"Okay, and will the father be with you."

"I…" Daphne thought for a moment. Was he? Did he want to?

"Ma'am?" The woman asked. "Are you still there?"

"Yes, I am. I'll have to get back to you on that one."

"That's alright ma'am, either way." There was a pause. "Alright, it looks like Dr. Everton is avalible around noon tomorrow. Does that work for you?"

"Yes, that's perfect."

"Alright! We'll see you then."

"Okay, thank you." Daphne said.

"Uh-huh, bye-bye." The call ended. She opened up her laptop to skype. There was one more call she had to make that night.

Emmett sat at his desk, still dumbfounded by the new. He wanted kids someday, sure. But not now! What about him and Daphne? He loved her, yes, but did they have enough love to share with a baby and still keep their relationship afloat. Daphne, what about her? She was going to abort without telling him. He was mad at first but he didn't see the point. She didn't and what was important now was that he be there for her. Before he could ponder any further, a notification appeared on his screen. It was a call from Daphne. "I love you." He answered. Daphne seemed taken aback by his words. "Before we say anything else I wanted to tell you that."

"I love you too, Emmett." Daphne signed. "I just called to tell you I scheduled a doctor's appointment for tomorrow at noon. Do you...want to come?" He asked timidly.

"Of course!" Emmett signed. "I'll come around on Ripley and pick you up."

"Okay!" Daphne smiled. "But maybe...that's the last time we ride on Ripley for awhile."

"Right. I can live with that!" Emmett nodded.

"Okay, see you at eleven thirty?"

"It's a date." Emmett said. They said goodbye to each other and Emmett was once again left alone with his thoughts. A date… They hadn't been on many of those since that night.