Just realized that I haven't been doing the disclaimer thing. Oops.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Switched at Birth or the characters. Except Natalie Olenick. I made her up.

I never would have pegged Daphne for someone so obsessed with babies.

I was wrong.

While I was busy thinking somewhere along the lines of, 'My life is officially over,' she was getting on the computer and doing all the research in the world. She was finding me doctors to look at, and what I would need to eat and avoid, and what a baby would need.

She just assumed that I would be keeping it.

I don't know, though. Out of all of my plans for high school, and life in general, teen pregnancy was never on the list. Sure, art contests, and dances, and vandalizing... all of that was there. Boyfriends and parties and life. I was already off my list with finding out about this 'switched at birth' thing. I was really off my list when I dated-and got cheated on-by a deaf guy.

But a teen pregnancy?

Daphne gave me a few days to adjust before bombarding me.

'Ok, I found the perfect doctor for you. Her name is Natalie Olenick, and she deals with a lot of teen pregnancy,' she signed. Her eyes seemed to light up every time she talked about it. It was like she was looking forward to being an aunt.

'Alright,' I signed grudgingly. 'I'll make an appointment.'

'No, you won't. So I did it for you. Next Wednesday after school. Ok?'

I sighed and nodded. Daphne watched me for a minute, uncertainty playing on her face. When she came to a decision, she nodded to herself.

'Have you told Emmett?'

Emmett. Him. If he hadn't cheated, if we were still dating, he would have been the first to know. I would have asked him instead of Daphne. I could have figured out what to do so much easier. But that's not what happened.

'No. I haven't talked to him.'

'Bay, he deserves to know.'

Anger flashed in my eyes. 'No. He doesn't.'

'It's his child, and-'

"He cheated on me!" I was too angry to sign. I was too angry to mouth my words to keep it a secret. So I yelled. "He cheated on me, and he doesn't deserve to know anything!"

Daphne looked taken aback, her lips pressed in a thin line. 'Fine.' She spun on her heel, going out the door. I watched her walk out of sight, down to the guest house.

"Is this true, Bay?" The voice was soft and accented. Angelo. I slowly turned to him. His face was concerned, and even slightly angry. "This boy you dated... he cheated?"

"Ah... yeah. It's a long story."

"No. It is not. He cheated on you."

"Well... yeah."

Angelo nodded slightly, abruptly turning on his heel and leaving the room.

"A-Angelo! Hey! What are you doing?" I went after him. I didn't like that look on his face.

"John! John, where are you?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah, there's really no need to get Dad involved, is there?"

Angelo continued to ignore me, going to Dad's office. John Kennish, the man I though was my father for 16 years. The man who raised me. About to be told some bad news by my birth father.

I didn't see this going very well.

So, sorry again for anything.

I'm going to try to post a chapter a day. At some point, the title to this story will make sense!