Disclaimer: I don't own Switched at Birth or any of its characters.

Sorry about the wait, guys! I've had a TON of homework and whatnot. Had finals today, and hopefully, I can get back on schedule. Sorry again!

Right. So. Emmett knows, now. That's just... awesome. He's also going to be coming with me to my next appointment, which will be kind of awkward, considering we'll be listening for a heartbeat, and... well, you know. He's deaf.

But he really, really, wants to help.

I went to the bookstore, to see if they had a job for me. And he was there. Picking up baby books.

I'm serious.

'What to expect when she's expecting' or something like that. I don't know. He didn't see me, and I didn't stick around to ask. I also ended up not asking for an application.

I've also decided that I have told everyone I plan on telling. His parents get to find out from someone else. Like him. Or Regina. I don't know who's going to get to them first, I just know it won't be me.

And as much as art is my life, I think too many paint fumes might be bad. I don't know. I'll have to ask at the appointment. Until then, I'll just stick to drawing.

I'll have to change my clothes, eventually. They'll stop fitting at some point. I'm still fine, for now.

As a last order of business... I've decided that I need to patch up my relationship with Emmett.

'I'm on my way over.' That's what the text said. And that was 10 minutes ago. Which means he should be here really, really-the bell rang.

Ok. Ok, I can do this.

I got up and went down to the door, opening it up. There he was, with that boyish smile of his.

'I've read about pregnancy,' he signed.

'I don't care. We're not going to talk about that.' I stepped back and opened the door wider for him to come in.

'Then what are we going to talk about?'

'We're patching up.'

He frowned slightly. 'What do you mean?'

'We're going to try to work through our issues on the off chance that we keep it.'

He blinked in surprise. 'O... k.' I brought him to the living room.

Oh, that's right. Times like this is why it's not called the conference room.

I sat down, and he awkwardly followed suit. We got to talking, and once we got over the initial anxiety, and the fact that he had cheated and I was pregnant... It was like nothing had changed. We told each other about our problems, both big and small. We joked around, and we laughed.

It was almost like nothing had changed.

That is, until my dad came in.

My dad and I weren't exactly on speaking terms right now, but the fact that he was my dad didn't change at all. And when he saw Emmett...

Well, the look on his face wasn't pretty.

My dad froze in the doorway behind Emmett, and his jaw tensed, his nose flaring. He did a weird thing where he flushes and pales at the same time. "You!"

'Ah, my dad, he's behind you,' I signed quickly.

Emmett quickly turned and stood.

"You hurt Bay. You impregnanted Bay. And you have the nerve to show up here?" His voice steadily rose, pointing a shaking finger at Emmett.

"Dad, stop it. We're recon-"

"Don't get me started on you, young lady!"

"Dad! I invited him over!"

"What, so you could try to have twins?"

"It doesn't work that way, and you-"

He once again cut me off, turning back to Emmett. "You need to leave."

Emmett nodded slightly and started to turn, but I grabbed his arm, moving to where he could see me. "I'll go with him. If this is how you're going to be, I'll leave and go with him."

"Oh, the hell you are! You are going to get rid of that thing, and then never leave this house again. Ever."

I think my jaw would have hit the ground if it had been physically possible. "You didn't just say that."

His eyes seemed to dare me to go on.

"I'm gone. I'm leaving. Have a nice life, Mr. Kennish." I spun on my heel, leaving the room and running up to my own. I sloppily packed a bag and slung it over my shoulder, running downstairs and outside to my car.

On the way, I called my mom's cell.

"Hello?"

"Hi, mom. Dad and I got in a huge fight. I'm going... probably to Emmett's. Maybe somewhere else. I'll call you when I get there."

"Bay, what are you-" I hung up before she could finish her sentence, then silenced my phone. I tossed everything into the passenger seat.

Emmett's motorcycle was still there, and I saw him coming out the front door, my dad yelling behind him.

I didn't wait for anything. I just put the car into gear and drove away, tears pricking my eyes.

Stupid hormones.