Bay sits in the driver's seat of her car, in a mostly vacant parking lot. She looks over at Daphne, who stares out the window. Bay taps her arm. Daphne looks over at her.
"Are you ok?"
"Kathryn came in the bathroom this morning, and found me puking my guts out."
"What did she say?"
"She asked me if I was pregnant."
"What did you say?"
"I told her that I wasn't."
"Do you think that she believed you?"
Daphne shrugs, "I don't know."
"So what are you going to do? Daphne have you made a decision?"
"It is going to take more than one day for me to decide."
"Should we make a list of pros, and cons?"
"No paper trail," Daphne argues.
"If you decide to do this you are going to have to give everything up. There will be no Ivy league college, probably no college at all."
Daphne continues, "And they will probably disown me, and kick me out."
"If you don't do this no one ever has to know. You can go to college, and get an MBA, or whatever it is that you want to get. You can become senator, or governor, maybe even president."
"I'll still know," Daphne points out.
"Why does that bother you so much?"
"I don't know."
"Is it because you feel responsible for Wilke's death?"
"I don't know."
"Daphne please don't think that this is restitution or something, because it's not. This doesn't make up for anything you think you did wrong. The only thing this is going to do is make you struggle."
"I know."
"Maybe I'm not the one who you should be talking to this about. Maybe you should talk to someone a little bit older, and wiser."
"Like who?"
"You know who."
"I am not talking to her about anything," Daphne argues.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to have to have the image of the disappointment on her face, when I tell her that I am a complete, and total idiot, and that I managed to get pregnant at seventeen years old. I can't do it."
"Then I'll do it."
"You can't tell her that I'm pregnant."
Bay shakes her head, "I'll tell her that I am. I can get her advice, and..."
"No I won't let you do that."
"How are you going to figure out what to do?"
"We should go to the mall?"
Bay furrows her brow, "For what?'
"To buy a magic eight ball," Daphne jokes.
"How can you joke about something so serious?"
"It's either laugh, or cry."
"You should tell Regina."
"What if she tells John, and Kathryn?"
"So what if she does?"
"They are conservative, and idealistic."
"You underestimate my mothers desire to prove to everyone that she has the perfect family. She would do anything to maintain that facade."
"I want to be allowed to make my own choice, not be steamrolled by someone who thinks that they know what is best for me."
"So talk to Regina."
"I haven't talked to her in weeks. The last time we spoke we got into an argument."
Regina opens the door. She looks at Daphne in confusion.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you."
"I was under the impression that you weren't talking to me."
"Is Angelo home?"
"No, why? What's going on?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," Regina nods, stepping aside.
Daphne takes a seat on the couch. She grabs one of the throw pillows, and sits it on her lap.
"What's going on?"
"Have a seat," Daphne points to the chair across the room from her.
Regina nods, but takes a seat on the coffee table instead. Daphne feels a little uncomfortable at Regina's proximity.
"Daphne what's wrong?"
"Why do you assume that something is wrong?"
"I am your mother. I know when something is wrong. Why are you acting so nervous?"
"Am I?"
"You look like you're ready to jump out of your skin," Regina points out.
"Like I said I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"I need some advice."
"And you came to me? You could have asked Kathryn."
Daphne breaks eye contact, and shakes her head, "No, I couldn't have."
Regina touches Daphne's knee. Daphne looks up at her. "Daphne what is going on?"
Daphne looks away. She tries to stave off the tears, but she can't.
"I made a really big mistake," she admits as the tears stream down her face.
Regina reaches out, and squeezes Daphne's hand. Daphne looks at her.
"Sweetie there is no mistake that is so big we can't fix," she insists.
She swallows hard, "You have no idea."
"Whatever it is, you can tell me."
"I don't think that I can," Daphne realizes, as she hugs the throw pillow to her chest.
"I can't think of anything in this entire world that you could tell me that would make me love you any less."
"I can," she answers.
Regina studies Daphne's facial expression. She reaches out, and tuck a stray hair behind Daphne's ear. Silently she wipes the tears from her daughter's face. She leans forward, and kisses her forehead.
"You can tell me," Regina insists.
Daphne refuses to allow the words to fall from her lips. Instead she signs to her mother. Regina studies Daphne's hands. It takes her a moment to recall what the sign is. Her eyes widen. She shakes her head, and swallows hard.
"Did you just tell me that you're pregnant?!"