They eat dinner in silence. Bay tries to eat quickly so that she can be excused from the table. John puts his napkin in his lap, and looks over at his daughter. He swallows the food that he is chewing. He looks at his wife, who refuses to meet his glance. Daphne smiles at him, in silence, but quickly looks away. Toby is notably absent, due to the fact that he is still at work. Isaac gleefully feeds himself, from his high chair. Finally John turns to Bay. He clears his throat.

"You want to tell me what's going on, or do you want me to guess?"

Bay looks up from her plate at him, she shakes her head, "What are you talking about?"

"You are all being suspiciously quiet."

"I had a long day, that's all," Bay fibs.

"So what is everyone else's excuse?"

Daphne rolls her eyes, "I was with you all day," she points out.

"Okay, so you're off the hook," he shifts his glance to Kathryn.

She turns towards him, "What?!"

"Why are you being so quiet, tonight?"

"I'm just tired," she lies.

"So none of you want to tell me what's going on?"

The three women remain silent. Isaac sits in his chair between Bay, and John. John smiles at the boy.

"Isaac?"

The toddler's eyes fall on his grandfather, "Hi," he smiles, waving with a chubby hand.

"Isaac, what did you do today?"

His eyes light up, "Truck."

"You played with your truck, all day?"

"Dirt," Isaac adds.

"And dirt? Buddy, where did you get the truck?"

Bay breaks her silence, "Dad stop interrogating him, he is a baby."

"He is the only one who seems to have any answers. No one else will tell me what's going on. The fact that all three of you are silent tells me that it is something that I'm not going to like."

"Can I be excused?" Daphne questions.

John shakes his head, "No, you may not."

Daphne sits next to Kathryn. Kathryn subtly nods. Daphne pushes her chair away from the table.

"Did you just tell her she could be excused?"

"Yes, she and I are going to go into the kitchen, and get dessert. You and Bay can finish this conversation on your own."

Kathryn, and Daphne make a break for it. They scurry out of the room. John scrutinizes the look on his daughter's face, as she sits beside him. She peers up at him with a look of guilt.

"Bay what's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Tell me what's going on, please."

"It's not that big of a deal," she explains.

"If it's not that big of a deal tell me what it is," he suggests.

"I don't want to tell you."

"The last time that you didn't want to tell me something I ended up becoming a grandpa," he reminds her.

"And look how good you are at that," she adds.

"Bay please just tell me what is going on. I would rather know, and deal with whatever it is, so that I don't have to wonder. The longer you wait to tell me the more time I am going to have to stew on what it might be."

"I don't think that now is the right time."

He swallows hard, "Please tell me that you're not pregnant again."

"Seriously, that is what you think? You think that after everything that has happened in the last couple of years that I am pregnant? Dad, come on. I am a teenager..."

He cuts her off, "Need I remind you that there is a baby sitting between us, your baby."

"Can I finish?"

"Of course," he nods.

"I am not pregnant. I know that you were disappointed when you found out that I was pregnant. I know how much that hurt you, and how angry you were. As much as I love him, I do not want to repeat that experience."

"So what aren't you telling me?"

"It isn't that bad."

"So why are you hiding it from me?"

"Because I know that you won't like it."

"Tell me anyway. I didn't like you being pregnant either, but I got over that."

"I don't think that I would go as far as to say that you got over it. You only accepted the fact that I had a baby, because..."

He cuts her off, "Bay, just tell me. Whatever it is, I can handle it."

"Okay," she nods.

"Today," he prods.

"When I started working at Maui, Kansas, I ran into someone I hadn't seen in a while."

"You have a boyfriend," he guesses, "Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"So who was it?"

"I didn't know that he was home."

"Are you talking about Ty?"

"Yes," she confirms.

"You ran into Ty?"

"Yeah."

"Did you tell him about Isaac?"

"I told him."

"What did he say?"

"Mostly, he was angry."

"That you had him?"

"That I didn't tell him he had a son."

"I told you that it wouldn't end well," he reminds her.

"I know. I should have listened."

"You know I am not his biggest fan, and for obvious reasons, but I never agreed with the way you handled things. He deserved to know."

"I finally told him. He came over to see Isaac today."

"That's who brought the truck?"

"Yes."

"Why couldn't you have just told me that?"

She furrows her brow, "Why aren't you angry? You hate Ty."

"I strongly dislike him, because he got you pregnant. I never said that I hated him."

"I just figured that you wouldn't like the fact that he was here to see Isaac."

"Bay, it is his son. I would probably dislike him more, if he didn't come see him. I can't stop him from seeing his own son."

"But you said..."

"Bay, I know what I said. I have said a lot of things in anger that I don't necessarily mean."

"So what are you saying, right now?"

"Ty should see Isaac on a regular basis. He has been absent from Isaac's life long enough."