Disclaimer: I do not own Switched at Birth or any of its characters. I do own Alderdeen and its inhabitants, as well as the baby.

Also, I'm going to try to make this chapter long-ish, but with the scene I have in mind for this chapter, it might not be.

I eventually had to come out of the bathroom. I slowly opened the door, peeking out. Emmett sat on the floor, directly next to the door, lost in thought.

I silently walked past him. If he was still mad, I didn't want to set anything off. Perhaps calling him hadn't been the best idea... it might have been better to call someone else. Someone who wasn't currently upset with me. Like... well... no one, I guess.

Dismissing that train of thought, I pulled back the covers, getting into bed. After a couple minutes, Emmett got up and looked at me.

'I'll take the floor.'

Yeah, he could do that. Except that wouldn't be nice, and his child was kind of inside of me, so it wasn't like we hadn't shared a bed before...

'No. It's uncomfortable down there. Just get in.'

He hesitated slightly. 'Are you sure, Bay?'

Not at all. 'Yes. Just get in.'

He nodded and very slowly got in beside me, laying on top of the covers. Fine. Whatever floated his boat.

I closed my eyes and tried my best to get to sleep, but after a few more minutes, he tapped me lightly. I opened my eyes again and looked at him.

'You said 'I don't know'.'

I swallowed hard, slowly nodding.

'You're thinking about keeping it?'

'I don't know. Maybe. I mean... We're still in school, Emmett. We live with our parents. We don't have jobs. It would be so irresponsible to keep this thing.'

Emmett watched me, his eyes softening. 'But?'

That's the thing about Emmett, I guess. He knows me. He has always known me. Even when we didn't talk a lot, before we dated, before we went looking for Angelo together... he saw through my bullshit. He saw through every excuse I threw his way. Maybe it was because he was deaf. I haven't quite figured that part out. Maybe because he can't hear a person's voice, he is hyper aware of body language or the look in someone's eyes... but when I say something, and I'm thinking something else, he has always known.

'But... But this is my baby. I don't know if I can give my baby away.'

Emmett nodded slightly, understandingly. 'We have time to figure this out.'

'We?'

'No matter what ends up happening, I am here. I'm not going anywhere. You could kick me out of this room right now, and I would sleep against that door. So it doesn't matter if you end up putting him up for adoption, or keeping him. I'll be there at every doctor's appointment you have. I'll be there anytime you need to get away from your family. I'll be by your side when you're in labor.'

I fell silent, slowly letting that sink in. Support. He was offering me support. It was simple... but it meant everything to me.

'He? You want a boy?' I signed jokingly.

He smiled and shook his head. 'No, actually. I want a girl.'

'Oh, really?'

'Yes. I want a little girl that has your hair and your eyes, your artistic ability... I want to dance with her.' I watched as Emmett's blue eyes lit up, clearly looking at a picture only he could see.

'So you want to keep it?'

'Yes,' he signed, not so much as hesitating. 'If we could figure out a way... I would want to keep him. Her. Whichever.'

Once again, my hands fell silent as I regarded him. At the boy who probably would have been my friend my entire life if it weren't for the switch. At the boy who won my heart. The boy who took my vegetable. The boy who completely broke my heart.

The boy who, no matter how much denial and anger I put myself in, I was still completely in love with.

'I disagree,' I signed.

He frowned slightly. 'Disagree with what?'

'I want her to have your eyes.'

Emmett smiled that boyish smile of his. 'Good night.'

'Night.' With that, I rolled over, my back to him, and quickly fell asleep.

So, I know that I don't update nearly as often as people would like (including myself), and I honestly have no excuses... But I wanted to thank everyone who deals with it and sticks with me and reads this anyways. Every review I read just makes me happy, and though this might sound cliche or a like a ploy to get more, they actually do inspire me to write more. So, again, thank you everyone.