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Back to Bay's POV

Lunch was really the best part of my day. I got to eat, and draw, and ignore everyone around me.

What wasn't there to like?

My phone buzzed and I looked at it. It was from Daphne.

Incoming. I'm sorry.

Well... that was vague. And made no sense at all. What was incoming?

And then I heard it.

The motorcycle.

Oh. That's what was incoming.

I slowly looked up and seemed to watch Emmett come towards me in slow motion. He looked angry and hurt and confused.

I guess that's why she was sorry, too.

I quickly got up and went to him. He was going to cause a scene. I just knew it.

"Ok, Emmett, let's just go over there-"

'Why didn't you tell me?'

"-and we'll sit down away from people-"

'No! I want an answer. Why didn't you tell me?'

I took a deep breath and gave up on coercing him away. 'Calm down.'

'There is no reason for me to be calm.'

'I won't tell you anything if you're like this.'

That made him pause long enough to reign in his temper. 'How far are you?'

'I'm 8 weeks.'

'When did you find out?'

'A couple weeks ago.'

'And you told your family before you told me.'

I rolled my eyes, quickly getting irritated. 'Yes. I did. I told the people I live with before I told the guy who cheated on me. Who would have thought I'd do it that way?'

'I am trying to make that better.'

'Nothing will ever make that better.'

We stood there, staring at each other and breathing heavily as if we had been yelling. And as I stared at him, my anger slowly died down. I really liked those blue eyes. I hoped he passed those on to the child. His hair is a nice color, too...

'I want to be involved.' Evidently, he was still hanging on to his anger.

'Can we talk somewhere else?'

He sighed heavily. 'Fine.'

He started to lead me to his motorcycle, then hesitated. He opened up the seat compartment and grabbed the helmet-my helmet-studying it, then me.

'What are you waiting for?'

'Is it safe?'

Oh, my god. He was worried. He always insisted that it was safe before. But now that I was pregnant...

'I'll be fine.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes. Let's go.'

He slowly handed me the helmet, and I put it on.

We both climbed on and he sped away. I didn't pay attention to where we were going, but we stopped on the side of a road. He cut the engine and climbed off, quickly rushing to my aid. Not that I was having issues with getting off, but... Well, he seemed like he was genuinely worried about me or the child getting hurt.

'I want to be involved,' he repeated.

He had found out. He seemed to care. And as mad as I was at him, who was I to tell him no?

'Fine. But you're on probation. One wrong move, and you're out.'

He was quick to agree, his eyes straying down to my stomach. With a heavy sigh, I pulled my shirt up slightly, exposing the baby bump.

'Can I...?'

I nodded slightly and looked away. I didn't see him, but I felt his hand lightly touch my stomach. Then his lips. I looked down in time to see him mouth, 'Hi.'

He repeated the motion a few more times before he used his voice.

"Hi, baby..."

I'd forgotten how much I loved his voice.

I quickly stepped away, dropping my shirt. 'My next appointment is in a couple months. I'll text you the details.'

'If you ever need any support at all... you can text me.' He stood, his blue eyes sincere. 'I want to help.'

I believed him. I believed him completely.

And suddenly, I understood Regina a little bit better.

I was mad at him before I knew I was pregnant. I was hurt. I might have come around eventually, but now... it wasn't just me. I didn't know if I would be putting this kid up for adoption or raising it myself, but I still had to look out for it. I had to protect it from Emmett.

And if I was going to protect it, I had to have as little contact with him as possible. Even these few minutes with him, and I was noticing the little things about him that I loved. I had to actively remind myself that he had cheated.

'I need to get back to school. You do, too.'

He nodded slightly, and handed the helmet back. We climbed on, and he took me back to Buckner.

I climbed off, handing him the helmet. 'I'll text you.' I started to turn, but he grabbed my arm. 'What?'

'We need to talk. About more than just this.'

'No. We don't.' I then ignored him, quickly going inside.