"What?! Are you being serious right now? I thought that you were still into Emmett. I hoped that you weren't. I hoped that you were a free agent, so that we could try to be together."
"We can't pick up where we left off, Ty. No matter how much either one of us wants that, it just can't happen."
"Why not?"
"Because too much has changed. You were gone a long time."
"And you met the love of your life?"
"Yeah," she admits.
"What's his name?"
"Isaac."
"Isaac? What is he like?"
"He's amazing."
"You left Emmett for him?"
"No."
"You had already left Emmett?"
"No."
"I don't understand."
"No one does."
"I feel like I'm missing something here."
"You missed a lot while you were gone."
"I feel like I'm missing something right now. What is going on? If this guy is the love of your life where is he?"
"He's with Daphne."
"He left you for Daphne?"
"No."
"Then why is he with Daphne?"
"Because I came here to talk to you," she points out.
"So you wanted to distract him, or what?"
Bay pulls out her phone, she unlocks it, and hands it to him. He stares at a picture. He shakes his head.
"I don't understand. Why are you showing this to me? Who is this kid?"
"Isaac."
"That is Isaac? Why do you have a baby picture of your boyfriend? That is kind of creepy."
"I never said that he was my boyfriend."
"Your fiance?"
"No," she furrows her brow.
"Husband? Did you get married?"
"I didn't get married."
"Then who is this guy?"
"I didn't know that you could be so jealous."
"I'm sorry, I just don't understand. I was gone, and you were searching for the love of your life? Here I thought you were waiting for me."
"Ty he isn't my boyfriend, or fiance, or my husband. Isaac is my son."
"What?!"
She points to the phone, "He's my son."
Ty looks at the picture. The toddler smiles revealing teeth. His got dimples, brown curls, and dark eyes. "Your son?"
"Yeah," she confirms.
"I didn't know."
"Obviously."
"The kid that was here with you the other day? That is your son?"
"Yeah," she confirms.
"How old is he?"
"He's seventeen months old."
"Why didn't you tell me that you had a son? You never mentioned being pregnant in any of our emails."
"I didn't think it was something you needed to find out in an email."
"I wouldn't have wasted my time waiting on you, if I had known you had moved on with some other guy so quickly."
"I didn't."
"Then how did you get pregnant?"
"Ty, I have only ever had sex with one person."
"What?!"
"You were it."
"What are you saying?"
"I know that you are probably going to hate me for keeping this from you, for so long, but you have a son. We have a son, his name is Isaac."
"You aren't serious."
"I am."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You were in a war zone. That last thing I thought that you needed to be worrying about was the fact that you had gotten some girl pregnant."
"Bay, you're not just some girl."
"The point is, I didn't want you distracted. I thought that it was best if you didn't know."
"About you being pregnant? You didn't think I had the right to know that I have a son?"
"I'm sorry."
"I don't even know what to say."
"I should get to work. You should take some time."
"Time to think?"
"I know that this is a lot of information to handle."
"I don't need time to think. I want to see my son."
"Not right now."
"Not right now? You can't keep me from him. You kept me from him for seventeen months. Bay I want to see him."
"We can discuss that."
"There is no discussing it," he argues.
"Listen you need to calm down."
"How am I supposed to calm down? You just told me that I have a son, that you didn't tell me about for nearly a year and a half. I want to see him. Where is he?"
"He's with Daphne."
"Is she at your house?"
"She went to take him to see Emmett."
"What?! Why would she take him to see Emmett?"
"Because he loves Emmett. Emmett makes him happy."
"That is my son, not Emmett's."
"I know that. Emmett doesn't want to be Isaac's father."
"Call Daphne, tells her to meet me at your house."
"No."
"Why not? I want to see my son."
"First of all if you want to see him, you are going to have to cool off first. Second of all John is home. If he sees you, he is going to kill you. I promise I will let you see Isaac, but not right now."
"When?"
"You can see him tomorrow morning. You can come to the house after my dad leaves for work."
"What about you, where will you be?"
"I have to work too."
He furrows his brow, "So who watches him?"
"My mom."
"Your mom? I should be watching him, he's my son."
"Whoa! Slow down. You have never taken care of a seventeen month old. I am not going to let you just take off with him. You can see him at the house. Get to know him, and then we can go from there."
"You can't be serious, he's my son."
"But he doesn't know you. You're a stranger."
"That isn't my fault."