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

I do own Alderdeen (and its inhabitants) and the baby. And the doctor, but she's not in this chapter, so it doesn't really matter, does it?

Also, I'm ignoring all the big developments since I've stopped writing. Daphne still works at the restaurant, Angelo's new kid doesn't exist, and Bay still goes to Buckner.

I woke up to a knocking sound. I groaned, pulling the sheets over my head and turning my back to the noise. "Go 'way..." I muttered. After a moment, I woke up enough to realize that these sheets smelled nothing like mine. And this bed was not nearly soft enough. Slowly sitting up, I looked around the room, out the window at the purple painted sky.

Alderdeen. That's right. I'm in Alderdeen. The fight with my dad... and Emmett...

The knocking sounded again.

Emmett!

I tossed back the sheets and stood, pausing to stretch before going and unlocking the door, pulling it open.

Emmett stood in the hallway, looking tired and concerned, and even a little afraid. He smiled once the door was opened, and waved slightly. 'I was getting worried that you weren't here,' he signed.

'I'm here. Sorry. I was taking a nap.'

'And you're ok?'

'Yes. I'm ok.'

'Your parents are worried about you. They keep texting me.'

Right. My phone. I waved him into the room, and went to check my phone. More texts, though no more missed calls. Angelo, Regina, Daphne, mom... But not dad. Not John Kennish. No, he wouldn't stoop to talk to someone he was convinced was wrong. Every text was the same. Are you ok? Where are you? Do you need help? Come home. We're worried.

I sent out a text to everyone. I'm fine. That was all they got. I really didn't want to deal with them at the moment. Even the ones I wasn't mad at.

I turned back around, and Emmett was standing awkwardly in the room, not entirely sure what to think, I suppose.

'Come on, Emmett. Let's go get something to eat. I'm pretty sure I saw a diner coming in.'

He smiled and nodded. Given something to do, we both left. I locked the door behind me and we went past the front desk, the elderly man still there. I almost passed him without another thought, but quickly stopped and turned. "Oh! Ah, sir, this is the guy I was saying was coming."

The old man smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, honey, I'm sorry to say that the last room filled up while you were in there. But he can stay with you, just $5 more."

Something about his smile or his eyes told me he was lying. Maybe he saw more than he let on... but either way, it looked like Emmett was staying with me tonight. And I wouldn't be able to avoid him very much. "Oh... well... Ok." I dug in my purse, pulling out a five dollar bill and handing it over. "I'm Bay, by the way. That's Emmett."

"I'm Carl. Your young man ignored me earlier, you know."

"Not on purpose! I'm almost positive. He's deaf."

Carl nodded, the smile returning. His eyes had gone from mischievous and back to kind. Still, I felt as if he saw more than he let on. Like he saw the tension between me and Emmett, knew we had to talk.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see Emmett. 'You ok?'

'Yeah. I was just settling the room. They're filled up, so you're staying with me tonight.'

Emmett nodded, glancing at Carl before once again leaving the building. I followed him out. His motorcycle sat haphazardly in front of the building, looking like for once it hadn't been handled with care at all. Emmett threw his leg over the body of it, settling on it while pulling his helmet down. He held out my helmet and I pushed off the wall where I was leaning, gently taking it and latching it under my chin, getting on behind him. This was such a small town, we most likely didn't need a ride, but at that point I didn't much care. I was pregnant, and tired, and hungry. I was willing to ride 10 feet on the damn thing.

A couple minutes later, the engine stopped. I pulled away and took off the helmet, handing it to him before heading inside. A table for two was quickly snagged, and we were led there. I sat in one chair, Emmett sitting across from me.

'So, are we going to talk, or are we going to keep ignoring everything?' he signed slowly.

Oh, yay, I had options. I could keep putting everything off until it hits me like a truck, or I can be an adult about everything.

'We're going to talk.'

'Then let me talk. Don't interrupt me, ok? What I did with Simone, I know that was wrong. I have never regretted anything more in my life. I understand that you're mad at me. You have every right in the world to push me away and tell me to never speak to you again. But I love you. And now... now we have this child. This beautiful child that we are going to have to figure out what to do with. And we can't figure anything out if we don't talk about anything.'

I didn't lift my hands, just watching him until I was pretty sure he was done. 'Yes, it was wrong. And it hurt. Out of everyone to cheat on me with, you had to pick her? I gave everything to you, but it wasn't good enough for you. If not for Daphne, I wouldn't have told you about this kid at all. I would have just given it up without a second thought.'

Emmett paled slightly, and the waitress came seconds after, getting our order. Once she was gone, Emmett raised his hands. 'You wouldn't have told me?'

'No. Probably not. Not unless you saw me at a stage where I couldn't make up an excuse.'

'This is my child, too, Bay. It's not like I decided I didn't want you and leave.'

'You might as well have.'

He looked away, his nose flaring. I crossed my arms, looking down at the table. The waitress came back at some point, softly setting the food down on the table and quickly leaving. Emmett jabbed at his food, and I busied myself with slowly cutting it into pieces.

Somehow, we managed to finish our food. I pulled out my wallet to pay, but Emmett quickly put money on the table. I looked up to argue with him, but he already looked angry. Might as well let him have his moment.

Tears pricked at my eyes as I stood. Great. Hormones chose nowto interfere with life. He went outside, climbing onto his motorcycle, holding out the helmet to me. However, I ignored him completely. I would rather walk, right now. He was mad and we both needed some time to cool off. He didn't do that very well, though. As I walked back toward the hotel, he walked the bike along side me. He kept straddling it, waiting for me to get on, but I stayed strong and refused. I silently went through the doors, leaving him to deal with his bike. I passed a silent Carl, going back to room 4.

I tried to get the door shut before he got there, but was too slow. He had managed to shove his foot in, going into the room, gently shutting the door behind him. I tried to continue to ignore him, trying to lock myself into the bathroom, but he grabbed my arm, turning me to him.

'You said you would have given it up. What about now?'

What about now? Was I going to keep it? Or was I going to put it up for adoption?

'I don't know.'

I stepped back into the bathroom, closing the door between us.

So, I think that might have been one of my longer chapters. No clue.

Thoughts?