Disclaimer: I do not own Switched at Birth or any of its characters.

This chapter is going to focus more on Emmett cheating than Bay's pregnancy.

We had all gathered in the living room. I really think it should be renamed the conference room, because really, when do we come in here when we're not having a big family meeting?

Usually, the meeting is for something else. Like when Regina married Angelo, or when we met Daphne for the first time.

Not this time.

This time, it was me and Toby.

"So, wait... Emmett cheated on you with Simone?" My mom seemed so appalled, she couldn't wrap her mind around the concept.

Toby nodded. "Yeah. Emmett and Simone."

"Bay... Toby... I'm sorry. I never thought Emmett would do something like that. After all these years... I never would have guessed."

"Yeah, well, neither did I. Can I go, now?" I was feeling nauseous. Again. Or still, rather. I don't know. I do know that this is getting on my nerves, though.

Dad stood up. "Yeah. Yeah, you go ahead. I need to go talk to this boy."

Angelo stood as well. "I will go with you."

"No! No, there's no need for that. Really." I quickly raised my hands, as though that would stop them. "We talked about it, we're good. Ok? Everything is fine."

"No, Bay, it's not fine. He hurt you. He's not going to get away with that." Dad left the room, and Mom got up, hurrying after him.

"John, think this through. You're angry right now..." Their voices faded away.

I was left in the room with Regina, Angelo, Daphne and Toby. After a moment, Toby turned and left without a word. Daphne stared down at her hands. I'm not sure what she was thinking, but I had a feeling it was along the lines of, 'Please don't ask me anything or even look at me.'

Regina took a deep breath. "Bay... Why didn't you say something?"

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"Of course it matters."

"No. It's all in the past, ok? I promise. I'm fine. We'll even be friends again after so long."

Regina pursed her lips together, clearly not believing me. Then again, I wasn't very convincing. How could I be in this situation?

She opened her mouth again, then closed it. She repeated the motion a few times, seeming unsure what to say. Finally, she just lifted her hands in surrender and left the room, then the house.

With only Angelo and Daphne left, I decided I was free to go. Which was a good thing, considering I barely made it to my room when my stomach decided it was tired of having its contents. I quickly made it to the bathroom and hunched over.

Once finished, I shakily stood and went to the sink, washing my mouth out and splashing my face.

"What doesn't he deserve to know?"

I glanced over at Angelo, leaning in the door frame.

I had a feeling he already knew.

"Tell me, Bay. What doesn't he deserve to know?"

"It's nothing."

"Bay..." He hesitated, his eyes looking uncertain. "Bay, are you... with child?"

I looked down at the sink.

When he spoke again, his voice was stronger, filled with conviction. "Are you pregnant?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes." I wanted my voice to be strong. But instead, it came out as a whisper... and my voice cracked.

"And it is his?"

Not trusting my voice, I just nodded.

"And that is what you feel he does not deserve to know?"

Feeling repetitive, I nodded again.

"Who else knows?"

"Daphne..."

"No one else?"

"No..."

Angelo watched as I moved past him, back into my room. He watched as I sat on my bed.

"You will have to tell your family."

"I know..."

"And you will have to tell Emmett."

My eyes hardened. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I did know that Emmett wouldn't be involved. I wasn't letting him get close to me. And if I decided to keep it, I wasn't going to let him hurt our child like he hurt me.

"No, Angelo. I don't have to tell him."

"He is a father."

"No. He's a sperm donor. I'm not telling him."

"If you do not, someone else will. And then he will come here, mad at you."

"Why? He has no right to be mad at me."

"He will if you keep him from his child."

"Get out of my room."

"Bay-"

"Out!"

Angelo sighed, leaving the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

I laid back on my bed. What if I left? What if I just packed a bag, got in the car, and drove away? I had the money saved up.

Then I wouldn't have to tell my family.

I wouldn't have to tell Emmett.

I wouldn't have to face anyone. I could just run away from everything.

Why not? I ran from Emmett cheating, didn't I?

Alright, you know the drill. Sorry, tell me your thoughts, all that jazz.