She pulls open the front door. She finds Ty standing in front of her, holding a Tonka truck.

"Can I come in?"

Kathryn nods, "Yeah, Bay said that you were coming."

"I wasn't sure exactly what he liked. I thought maybe a truck," he explains.

"He's happy with anything. He's pretty easy to please."

"Good," he closes the door.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine. So where is he?"

She looks at her watch, "He's napping," she reveals.

"Oh."

"He'll be awake in about ten minutes."

"How do you know?" he wonders.

"Bay has him on a schedule. He sticks to it ninety five percent of the time."

"And the other five percent?"

"He winds up in her bed at three o'clock in the morning," she reveals.

"I see."

"He climbs out of the crib, and runs into her room."

"Isn't that a little bit dangerous?"

She points to the couch, "Yeah. Have a seat."

"Aren't you guys afraid he's going to fall?"

"His toddler bed will be here in a couple of days."

"I see," he takes a seat on the couch.

Kathryn points to the coffee table. "I got those out for you."

"What are they?"

"One is just an album of pictures of him, and the other is his baby book. I thought that you might want to look at them."

"Definitely."

"Ty I am really sorry that Bay didn't tell you sooner. I tried to get her to tell you, but you know that she never listens to me."

"If she did, he probably wouldn't be here right now."

"Definitely not."

"Which I am sure is what you wish for."

"No," she shakes her head.

"Really? You're ok with the fact that she had a baby at sixteen?"

"No one would be ok with their daughter having a baby at sixteen. I just meant that I wouldn't change it. I can admit that I thought it was a terrible idea, but he is amazing. We love him so much. Bay is so good with him."

"You sound surprised."

"Bay couldn't keep a goldfish alive," Kathryn reveals.

"And you trust her with a baby?"

"At first I didn't trust her at all. She had zero experience, and I was worried sick. I would sneak in his room, and check on him in the middle of the night. I just wanted to make sure that she was doing everything right."

"And?"

"She has done an amazing job with him. He is her world."

"Why didn't she tell me?"

Kathryn shrugs, "I don't know. I wish that I knew. I think that it was her way of trying to protect everyone."

"Protect everyone? How is keeping my son a secret from me, protecting anyone?"

"What if you never came back?"

"At least I would have known."

"You know now."

"Seventeen months later."

"I am going to go check on him."

"Ok," he nods.

She leaves the room. She makes her way to the nursery. She finds Isaac in his crib, wide awake. She takes the pacifier out of his mouth.

"Hi," he rubs his eyes.

She lifts him out of the crib. He holds onto her as she places him on her hip. She kisses his chubby, warm, cheek.

"Love you," she reminds him.

"Love, love," he giggles.

"Isaac there is someone here to see you."

Kathryn returns to the living room. She places Isaac on the floor, in front of the couch. She squats down next to the toddler.

"Isaac this is Ty."

"Hi," he smiles, keeping an eye on the Tonka truck in Ty's lap.

"Hi, buddy," Ty holds out the truck, "I brought this for you."

"Truck," Isaac points.

Ty places it on the floor in front of the toddler. Isaac's eyes light up. He moves towards the truck. He sits on his knees in front of the truck. He pushes a button, and it makes a noise.

"Isaac can you tell him thank you?" Kathryn asks.

He looks at Ty. He signs, "Thank you."

Ty looks at the boy in amazement. He gets of the couch, and takes a seat on the floor.

"You like trucks?"

"Vroom, vroom," he pushes the truck on the hardwood floor.

"Anything with an engine," Kathryn reveals.

"Anything?" Ty cocks an eyebrow.

"He threw a fit last week. He wouldn't stop crying until I let him go for a ride on the lawn mower with the gardener. I don't know where he gets it."

"I do."

Isaac looks up at Kathryn. "Momma at?"

"Mom is at work," Kathryn reminds her.

"Want momma."

"She'll be home soon," Kathryn reassures him.

Ty tries to distract the toddler, "Isaac do you want to take your truck outside? Maybe we could find something to put in it."

"Rocks?" Isaac asks.

"No rocks," Kathryn shakes her head, "Isaac we talked about rocks."

"Maybe we can find some sticks in the yard," Ty suggests.

Isaac looks at the truck, and then looks up at Kathryn, disapprovingly.

"You don't want to put sticks in your dump truck?" Kathryn questions.

"No."

"Let me guess, you would rather put dirt in your dump truck?"

"Dirt," he repeats with bright eyes, "Peas?"