When Bay got home she was bombarded with all three of her parents in the kitchen.
"What's going on?" She asked a little panicked. Bay looked at Regina who gave her a reassuring look.
"We're just having dinner." Katherine said suspiciously. "Why?"
"Just wondering." Bay hoped she hadn't raised suspicion.
"You should join us." Regina asked.
"That's okay." Bay tried to think of a reason to get out of another opportunity for her parents to find out she was with child. "I've got to work tomorrow."
"You don't work until 11." John said disapprovingly. "You can spend some time with your parents for a few minutes."
Well okay then…. Bay thought. Maybe I wanted to get a little extra sleep.
"Fine." Bay inhaled deep giving in but still in protest.
"So Bay how is your job?" Katherine asked curious.
"It's great I even have my own insurance." Bay said with emphasis on the insurance.
"So I guess we can take you off of our plan?" John laughed.
"No." Bay laughed. "I mean I'd like a little time before I get my eviction notice."
Bay really hoped that John wouldn't kick her out with the news of her pregnancy.
Late Monday night when Bay got off of work she sat in her car. She still had not heard from Emmett. She had tried texting him a few times but each time she received no reply.
Perhaps him and Skye are off living happy ever after. She thought annoyed. The image of them together made her nauseous.
Bay wondered if he was even getting her messages.
She entered his number and pressed call.
"Ring, click, the number you have reached is not available. If you'd like to leave a message…" Bay hung up.
Then she tried his number through a proxy app.
The phone rang three times before someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was Skye.
Bay immediately hung up.
Emmett had blocked her number.
Tears ran down Bay's face. Two can play at that game. Bay thought to herself as she hovered over his contact number and selected the option to automatically reject his texts and any other platform he could try to contact her on. The she out the car in gear and drove home fighting tears.
Tuesday went by slowly for Bay. In the morning she put in an application to attend a community college for the summer. She spent the rest of her day fighting off the urge to walk off on rude customers who thought that they were the only ones whose lives mattered.
On Wednesday Bay was finally beginning to feel better about her attempts to contact Emmett. Blocking him had made her feel like she had power over him. Work was also better on Wednesday because Bay's nausea was beginning to subside for the first time in weeks. Her attacks were becoming further and further apart.
On Thursday Bay woke up early. She had arranged to pick Tank up at the bus station so that he could be at the appointment the next day. Although they had agreed to meet at the hospital Tank had called her the night before asking for her to pick him up.
At nine o'clock Bay drove into an empty bus station parking lot where Tank stood waiting. When Bay stopped Tank walked towards her car and got in.
"Hey," Tank said turning to Bay, Bay put the car in drive back to Mission Hills. "How have you been?"
"Well besides the obvious," Bay said looking at her stomach for a second. "I've been okay. You?"
"Not so good." Tank said obviously irritated about his situation. "My father cut me off when he found out I was expelled."
"I'm sorry." Bay really did feel bad. "Does he know?"
"About the investigation?"
"Yes."
"No." Tank looked away. "So how far along are you?"
"I'll be about 12 weeks tomorrow." Bay put one hand on her stomach. "It's the size of a lime."
"That big already?" Tank looked surprised.
"Yeah, I have this app on my phone."
"So does Emmett know?" Tank said changing the subject.
"No." Bay dug her nails into the steering wheel. "I guess he blocked my number. I tried to tell him."
"So what if the baby is mine?"
"I really don't know." Bay looked away. "I don't expect anything from you."
An hour later Bay dropped Tank off at friends and then drove the rest of the way to work.
When Bay got to work she stepped out of her car she pulled off the oversized t-shirt she had put on that morning and put on her black button down shirt over her tank top. She tugged the shirt trying to adjust it. It was becoming a bit snug. If someone knew her well they might be able to tell that the bulge in her stomach was not just bloating. Bay noted that she'd need to pick up another shirt and walked into the restaurant.
At two o'clock Bay walked to her car in the back of the lot during her lunch break.
"Whoa!" Bay jumped when she walked past the SUV next to hers and saw Emmett sitting in her car. "What the hell?"
Emmett got out of the car.
"Are you pregnant?"
"What?" Bay was confused.
"I said A-R-E Y-O-U P-R-E-N-A-N-T?" Emmett fingerspelled the words as if she were stupid.
"Can we do this somewhere else?" Bay pleaded.
"It's not like they know sign language." Emmett said harshly.
"Who told you that?" Bay was in tears.
"It doesn't matter how I found out. Just answer the damn question."
"Yes." Bay said looking down with just a motion of her hand.
Emmett hit the side of the car angry.
"When were you going to tell me?" Emmett was bright red.
"I tried to call you. You blocked me from everything."
"No I didn't." Emmett said still very angry. "You're lying."
"Watch." Bay said as she tried to contact his phone from hers. After each attempt to contact him had failed Bay raised her eyebrows. "See?"
"Well I didn't do that."
"Someone did." Bay said rolling her eyes.
"Is it mine?" Emmett asked.
"I'll know in a few weeks." Bay didn't want to bring up Tank but how else could she explain this to him. "I have a paternity test tomorrow."
"So you need me there tomorrow?" Emmett asked.
"Not really." Bay admitted. Obviously it was a terrible idea to get the two of them in the same room for more reasons than one but how else could she avoid the subject. "Tank will be there but if you'd like you could get tested." Bay looked away trying to give herself a moment before she had to see what he had to say.
"So you told Tank first?" Emmett turned away and attempted to hit the car again.
"Please don't take this out on my car." Bay said inserting herself between him and the car. For a moment the two of them were so close that Bay could feel his body heat radiating off of him.
"I'm sorry." Emmett was finally beginning to calm down. "I just… Everything is such a mess."
"I have to go back in to work." Bay said after she looked at the time. "The appointment is at nine tomorrow morning."
Just after eleven Bay finally walked back to her car. Part of her had hoped to find Emmett waiting for her but another part of her was relieved when she found the car empty.
When Bay got home she found her three parents in the living room. At first it didn't surprise her it had been happening a lot these days. But then her father asked her a question she thought she might get used to hearing.
"Are you pregnant?" John asked just as Emmett had but this time in full volume.
"What?" Bay asked confused. How do they know? Why is this happening again? Tears swelled in Bay's eyes.
"I'm going to kill him." John said matter-of-factly.
Whoa? I didn't realize I had already answered the question. Bay thought to herself.
"What?" Bay asked again.
"Emmett came here looking for you today." Katherine said.
So that's how he found her.
"What?" Bay asked once again.
"He said that a friend of his saw you leaving a paternity clinic." Katherine said sympathetic to Bay's being ambushed.
Bay was speechless. Couldn't he let me tell them myself?
"And?" Bay was becoming more annoyed. "That is relative why?"
"Why else would he have come all the way out here if you weren't pregnant." John said agitation obvious in his voice.
"I'm not his keeper Dad." Bay said annoyed. "You guys asked me a question but never let me answer it."
"Then answer the question." John said waving his hand open.
"Yes, twelve weeks." Bay said and walked towards her bedroom. "I'm not sure who the father is but I'm getting tested tomorrow. Now if no one has any further questions I'm going to bed.