"Bay, what is it? Come on." Tank urged Bay as they sat on the curb outside in front of the house. Bay was openly crying with her head resting against her knees, her arms wrapped around herself. She had no choice now but to tell Tank what had happened and, more importantly, what might be happening. There was no other way to explain her obvious avoidance of alcohol and her emotional outburst. Bay looked at Tank, this perfect guy who had never done anything to hurt her. She had done something so unthinkable to him and he had no idea. It was heartless, she thought to herself. She did the very thing that had torn her apart when it had happened to her. Bay took a deep breath.
"Tank I…I'm just so sorry. And I know nothing I say will make this any better but I…-"Bay was suddenly cut off by a wave of nausea, followed by vomit. Bay leaned forward and vomited onto the street. Tank gathered her thick, wavy, dark hair and held it away from her face. "Bay, what is going on? You haven't even drank anything yet." Tank was confused. Bay was crying harder now, knowing that their break up was inevitable, as he was Tank's disgust with her. "Tank, I…I think I might be pregnant." She spat out the word for the first time. Tank quickly stood up, dropping Bay's hair and stepping away from her. "Pregnant?" he exclaimed in utter disbelief. "Bay, I think you are way confused. All we did was kiss. You can't be pregnant." Stupid. Bay thought. "Look Tank…I slept with Emmett."
"Oh. Oh I see. You come crying to me because every guy you've ever loved has cheated on you, and you do it to me in return?" Tank clenched his fists. His knuckles turned white. "Tank, I am so sorry." Bay cried. "I didn't mean to, it…it just happened. And Emmett and I…we just have this chemistry that…God, I don't know, okay? I don't." Bay knew exactly what Tank must be feeling right now, but somehow, she still hoped that he would understand. Tank sighed brushed his hand over the top of his head. "So you guys didn't use anything and now…" he gestured towards Bay's flat stomach. "You uh…you might be…with child. Okay." Bay stood up and straightened out her shirt. "All I know for sure is that I'm late." Tank eyed the puddle of vomit on the ground. "And nauseous." He added. Bay nodded.
"Does Emmett know?" Tank asked. Bay shrugged. "I mean…he knows what's been going on. But I don't even know anything for sure yet." Tank gestured for Bay to wait as he walked back inside the house. He came out with her jacket and her purse. "Bay, look. This is not okay. Sleeping with Emmett was not okay. But…I can't say I didn't see it coming. I knew you still loved him to begin with. Now what's important is…uh…making sure that the situation is what you think it is." Bay slipped her jacket back on and slung her purse over her shoulder. "I think you're really confused right now, Bay. But I think you know who you want to be with. And it's not me, is it?" Tank frowned and scuffed his shoe against the concrete.
Bay's eyes welled with tears again. "Tank, you are such a great guy. I really mean that. But I can't deny what I have with Emmett. Especially if what we have…is a baby." Tank pursed his lips together and stuck his thumbs into his jean pockets. "I can't say that makes me happy. But I understand." Tank stepped forward and pulled Bay into his arms but quickly let go. "You smell like puke. But good luck, okay?" Bay smirked a little before getting into the driver's seat of her car. She pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket. She had six new text messages, all from Emmett.
"Bay, are you okay?"
"Are you busy?"
"We should talk about this"
"Can I meet you somewhere?"
"Bay please"
"Call when you can"
Bay took a deep breath in and decided to FaceTime Emmett. He picked up instantly. His freckled face had never looked so concerned before. "Bay! I was so worried. Are you okay?" Emmett signed frantically. "I'm…I don't know. I'm as okay as I can be." She grimaced. Emmett shook his head. "So how late are you? Is this something we seriously need to figure out?" Bay was not surprised at how Emmett seemed to be handling this situation. She never had to worry so long as he was there. "Somewhere around two weeks. Maybe more like sixteen days?" Bay shrugged. "Can you come over? I think we need to find out what's going on as soon as possible so we can be responsible about it." Bay nodded. "Um, yeah. I'm on my way. Meet me out front." Emmett nodded and ended the call. Bay stuck the keys into the ignition of her car and took off towards Emmett's.