They leave John's office. Regina looks at Kathryn.
"Hey I got new drapes, will you come see what you think of them? I'm just not sure I like them after I put them up."
"Sure," Kathryn agrees.
She follows Regina into the guest house. Regina closes the door, and looks at Kathryn.
"Do you have anymore Vodka under the sink?" Kathryn questions.
"Unfortunately, no."
"Did she tell you?"
"The other thing? Yeah," she confirms.
"Should we tell them?" Kathryn queries.
"I don't think so."
"Neither do I," Kathryn admits.
"If she's going to Italy does that mean that she's not..." Regina trails off.
"I don't know."
"Should we ask her?" Regina wonders.
"I have to be perfectly honest, I don't think that I want to know."
"I don't think that I do, either. Is that wrong of me, as her mother?"
"I don't think so. I am so grateful that she felt she could trust us enough to tell us, but..."
"You were hoping that by some miracle it wasn't true?"
Kathryn nods, "I saw it with my own eyes."
"The pregnancy test?"
Kathryn shakes her head, "I went with her to her doctor's appointment."
"Oh."
"She didn't ask you?"
"No. It's ok. I don't think I could have handled it. I don't want her to throw her entire life away for some stupid mistake that she made when she was seventeen years old. It isn't fair to her."
"I thought that you were all about taking responsibility."
"I am, but can you honestly say that you want her to have a baby?"
"No. She is too young. She has her entire life ahead of her. I don't want her to throw her future away."
"At least we agree on some things," Regina points out.
"If this were five years from now, then maybe I would feel differently, but..."
"It would be a mistake for her to go through with it."
"Did you tell her that?" Kathryn wonders.
"No, you?"
"No. I didn't want to feel like I forced her into a decision. I wanted her to make it on her own."
"I never realized that being a parent was going to be so hard," Regina admits.
"I know. The first day you bring them home from the hospital you can't imagine anything being scarier..."
Regina finishes her sentence, "And then they turn into teenagers, and you're scared what choices they might make every time they leave the house."
"Maybe we should have been more worried about what choices they made without leaving the house."
December 26th-
Daphne stands in the airport with her bubble coat, and several pieces of luggage. It's barely four o'clock in the morning, so the airport isn't very busy yet. She looks around her.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah," she nods.
"They are going to be really angry at you."
"They'll get over it," she insists.
"You lied to them, and told them that you were leaving tomorrow."
"Bay I didn't want to have half a dozen people escort me to the airport."
"You didn't want all of them to hug you, and squeeze you, and..."
"Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"Do you have everything?"
"Yeah," she confirms.
"Have a safe trip."
"Ok."
"And have a good time."
"I'll try."
"Let me know when you get there."
Daphne hugs her. She lets go, and looks at her. "Thanks."
"You owe me one," Bay reminds her.
"I am sure that you will collect one day."
"You should go. I don't want you to miss your plane."
"Okay," she agrees.
She quietly closes the door, and heads towards the coffee pot. Before she can reach the light to turn it on it flips on in her face. Kathryn stands before her, wearing her pajamas, and a robe.
"Why are you sneaking into the house at five o'clock in the morning?"
"I needed some coffee."
"Where have you been all night?"
"No where."
"So then why were you coming in from outside?"
"Because it's cold out there, and I needed something warm to drink."
"Bay, where were you?"
"I was just out in the studio."
"Your art studio has heat."
"I know."
"And you're not a morning person."
"I can be," Bay argues.
"Why don't we reach an agreement? You tell me where you were, and as long as you weren't committing any crimes I will let it slide."
"You're really losing your touch," Bay insists.
"I'm tired," Kathryn admits.
"Coffee?"
"Might as well. So are you going to tell me where you were?"
Bay pours her a cup of coffee. She places the mug in front of her.
"Don't get mad."
"I don't like where this is going."
"I was at the airport."
Kathryn furrows her brow, "The airport? Why were you at the airport?"
"I was dropping Daphne off."
"What? She isn't leaving until tomorrow."
"She didn't want a big production, so she told everyone she was leaving tomorrow."
"She left this morning?"
"Her plane took of twenty minutes ago."
"She left without say goodbye?"
"Didn't we have a good bye dinner last night?"
"It's not the same."
"She said that she'll call when she gets there."