"Yes," Daphne nods, with a guilty look on her face.
"I don't understand how did this happen? I thought that you were on the pill," Regina responds.
"I was," Daphne confirms.
"So what happened? You forgot to take it?"
"I stopped taking them," she reveals.
"What? Why?" Regina's cheeks begin to burn with anger.
"My prescription ran out while you were in rehab," Daphne admits.
"So?"
"So, I wasn't about to ask Kathryn to take me to get another one. I wasn't planning on having sex with anyone."
"There are a lot of things in life that we don't plan for," Regina replies, "I didn't plan for my seventeen year old daughter to be telling me that she's pregnant."
"I'm sorry," Daphne apologizes.
"You are a smart girl, why didn't you use another method of birth control?"
"We did."
"So what then what the hell happened?"
She shrugs, "I don't know. The condom must have broken, or something."
"Or something? You don't know?! Daphne how can you not now? If you thought the condom broke there were other options. You could have taken the morning after pill."
"I'm sorry, I was a little bit distracted. Before I could think about anything I had to deal with the fact that someone I cared about was killed in a car accident."
"You should have done something. It's not okay. You should have realized what happened, and prevented all of this, before it was too late."
"Please don't lecture me right now," Daphne begs.
Regina falls silent. She looks at her daughter. Suddenly her anger is replaced with compassion as she stares at the look of disappointment, and pain on Daphne's face at the things she's just said. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine how difficult it was for you to decide to tell me."
"Mom, I don't know what to do."
Regina hugs her. After a minute she lets go. "That's ok."
"No, it's not. None of this is okay. As you have already pointed out, I really screwed up."
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to do."
"What do you want me to say?" Regina wonders.
"Just tell me what to do," Daphne begs, on the verge of tears..
Regina shakes her head, "I can't tell you what to do. This is a decision that you have to make for yourself."
"How am I supposed to know what to do?"
"You're not. This isn't supposed to happen. This isn't something you're supposed to have to deal with at seventeen years old."
"And, yet it did. So now what do I do?"
"Whatever you want," Regina responds trying to be supportive.
"But I don't know what that is."
"Do you want to have a baby?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"It sounds to me like you've already made up your mind."
"No, I haven't," Daphne admits.
"You're seventeen," Regina reminds her, "You have your whole life ahead of you. You have high school graduation. You have college. You have a lot of things you should get to do, before you have a baby."
"And if I do this I'll have a baby before I finish high school. I know that is not what anyone wants for me. I'll be a disappointment to everyone."
"What do you want for you?"
"I want to go to college."
"But?"
"What if everything does happen for a reason?"
Regina furrows her brow, "What do you mean?"
"What if I am supposed to do this?"
"What would make you think that?"
"Wilke is dead," she answers.
"That doesn't mean that you should be having his baby," Regina points out, "Not at seventeen."
"So what am I supposed to do, exactly?"
Regina shakes her head, "Daphne it isn't about what you're supposed to do. It's about what you want to do."
"What do you want me to do?"
"You already know the answer to that. What I want should have no bearing on what you decide to do."
"I'm sorry," Daphne admits.
"For what?"
"Disappointing you. I know that this is not a conversation that you ever wanted to have with me."
"I would be more disappointed if you didn't think that you could come to me."
"How can you even say that? I know that you're disappointed. I am disappointed in myself. I'm pregnant."
"Daphne I will love you no matter what you do. You should know that by now."
"What if they don't?"
"I can't speak for John."
"But?"
"There isn't anything that you could do to make Kathryn stop loving you."
"How do you know?"
"Because there is no bounds to a mother's love."
"Mom, I'm scared," Daphne exhales.
"That's okay. I would be worried if you weren't scared."
She knocks on the door. Kathryn looks up from the book that she's reading.
"Can I come in?" Daphne questions, opening the door, and peering into the room.
"Of course," Kathryn nods.
"Where is John?"
"He's working late, why?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course," Kathryn agrees.
Daphne closes the bedroom door. She takes a seat on the end of the bed. She sits at the end of the bed Indian style.
"What's on your mind?"
"I went to talk to Regina earlier."
"Oh?"
"And I know that I need to talk to you, too."
"What's going on?"
"I really don't know how to say this," Daphne admits.
"You're pregnant?" Kathryn responds.
Daphne simply nods.
"How long have you known?"
"Just since this morning," she admits, "I am sorry that I lied to you earlier."
"I figured that you would tell me when you were ready."