"What I think doesn't matter."
"It matters to me," Daphne argues.
"You've had a long time to think about this. If this is what you want I'll support you."
"Even if you don't like it?"
"Daphne I am willing to bet that once I see the baby what I thought, or felt, won't matter anymore."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Come home."
"Everyone is going to be so disappointed."
"Daphne tell me why you still can't have everything that you wanted?"
"Because I am choosing to have this baby, instead."
"That baby is going to resent you, if you feel that way. If you want to feel like you're missing out on something, do it before it's born. Once that baby is here you have to forget about all of that. Do you understand?"
"I don't know how to do that."
"Maybe instead of assuming that by making this choice you have to give up your dreams, you need to realize that you can still have them. Maybe you aren't going to go to an Ivy league college. It's just a piece of paper, you can go to a college closer to home."
"How?"
"Daphne people do it every day. All you have to do is set your mind to it."
"How am I supposed to go to college, when I am going to have a baby to take care of."
"If you want to go to college, then you will find a way."
"How? Who is going to watch the baby while I'm at school? How am I supposed to pay to raise a baby, when I am busy going to school?"
"You are going to have plenty of help. You are not in this alone. Daphne maybe you aren't going to reach your dreams the way that you had planned, but you don't have to give them up. You just have to adapt. Adapting is something that you know about, it is something you are good at."
"I'm scared."
"I know."
"I just want to come home."
"Then you should pack your stuff, and come home. Ok?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm not supposed to fly anymore."
"We'll go on a private jet."
"You have one in your back pocket?"
"No, but John is not the only person who has connections."
"I don't know how to do this."
"There isn't an instruction manual, you just have to figure it out as you go. I'll help you."
"Are you sure?"
"That's my job."
He looks at the phone in confusion.
"Why do you want me to meet you in the driveway? Why did you come back so soon? I thought that you were going to be gone a week or so. Ok. I'll be out," he hangs up the phone.
He meets his wife in the driveway. She climbs out of the car.
"We need help carrying luggage in."
"We? Did you bring home an Italian lover, or something?"
Daphne climbs out of the car with a bag in front of her. "Or something," Daphne smiles.
"You're home, early."
"I got home sick," she admits.
He helps unload the car. Daphne heads to her room to take a nap. Kathryn grabs the keys off the counter, and heads for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I called Regina, and Angelo, we're going to have dinner tonight."
"Oh."
"I need to go to the store."
"Ok."
They sit around the dining room table, with all eyes on Daphne. They pass bowls around. Daphne stares at the plate in the middle of the table, as they eat.
"You ok?" John questions.
"I'm fine," she insists.
"How is your dinner?" Regina questions, watching Daphne closely.
"Fine."
Kathryn looks up. She follows Daphne's glance. She subtly pushes the plate her way.
"Are you sure that everything is ok? You are eyeing that steak like a shark eyes a seal right before it chows down on it," Toby points out.
Daphne doesn't say anything. She uses the metal tongs to put the steak on her plate. They all stare at her, in silence as she pours some A-1 on her plate, and cuts the steak into pieces. She puts a bite in her mouth, and starts chewing.
After dinner Daphne is in a hurry to leave the room. Regina quietly slips away. She finds Daphne in her bedroom. She closes the door.
"What just happened?"
Daphne shakes her head, "What do you mean?"
"You just devoured a seven ounce porterhouse."
"I was hungry," Daphne answers.
"They don't eat in Italy?"
"I just wanted steak," she admits.
"And what is with the poncho? It is very Mexican, and last time I check you were in Italy. Would you like to tell me what's going on here?"
"No."
"Daphne why did you come home early? What happened while you were in Italy?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Regina replies skeptically.
Daphne peels off her poncho. She wears a t-shirt underneath. Regina stares at her blankly. She swallows hard.
"You should have told me."
"I did tell you."
Regina shakes her head, "That you were still pregnant."
"You shouldn't have assumed otherwise."
"I can't believe this. Daphne..." she trails off. When she resumes she starts rambling in Spanish.
"Mom, calm down," Daphne begs.
"Calm down? You come home from Italy eight months pregnant, and I am supposed to calm down?"
"Please," she begs.
"Not to mention you called Kathryn to come and get you."
Daphne shakes her head, "I didn't call anyone to come and get me. Kathryn came without me saying anything to her."
"Daphne you should have told me."
"How was I supposed to tell you? I knew that you would be angry. I knew that you wouldn't understand."
"Please tell me that..."
"I am keeping it."