So, thanks to Abby Elyse Samuel, it has come to my attention that my pregnancy timing is all sorts of off. According to a doctor's timeline, Bay is not 8 weeks (as I've been saying), but 10 weeks. Also, from what I've gathered, I was going to make her next appointment 4 weeks after her first appointment (which is average), but to line up with the rest of the events of a pregnancy, I'm moving up her next appointment to 3 weeks from her first appointment, and 2 weeks from this point in time, and then I can tidy everything up.

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

Emmett's POV

Once Bay was out, I got to work. I had talked to Daphne briefly when Bay was still asleep, and gotten her agreement: I needed to find a way to let Bay stay here. Once I had determined there was nowhere to put her, I got to work clearing out the garage in short spurts before I had to get to the bike shop. Daphne came by every day after school to help me clean up.

'So what do you plan to do once the garage is empty?' she asked the first day she came over.

'I'm going to move my room down here. Then Bay can sleep in my room with the baby.'

She grinned and shook her head. 'You're really going to do it?'

'Do what? Move my room?'

'No. Try to raise a baby.'

'Of course I am. That...' I stopped, my hands hovering in front of me as I tried to figure out what I wanted to say. That was never a question? Because it was a question. It was question if Bay was going to keep the baby, and still was. It was a question if Bay would let me into this child's life. That's not what I wanted to say. 'That is my baby. I'm going to fight for him.'

'And for Bay?'

'I will always fight for Bay.'

She nodded, whatever she wanted to know satisfied, and we continued our work on the garage. After a few moments, I turned to her and waved my hand to get her attention. She turned to me with raised eyebrows.

'Thank you.'

'I've been getting that a lot lately.'

'No. Really. Thank you. I know you didn't mean to tell me, but you did. I know she wasn't going to tell me. At all. I might have found out in five years that Bay had put my baby up for adoption. I could have found out that John got to her before I did. Thank you.'

She shrugged slightly, as she always had, almost uncomfortable with being credited with anything. 'You deserved to know.'

'You made her talk to me again.'

'Not that you deserved that. I'm still mad at you.' Her hands moved in a flurry as she glared at me. 'All of this would have been different if you hadn't slept with her.'

'I know. And I've never regretted anything more.'

She sighed. 'I know.'

Nodding, I turned back to my work.

...

Over the next few days, the garage grew emptier, its contents either thrown away or put into boxes to be shoved in the corner of the garage. It was going to be my room, after all, I could handle some clutter.

I made sure to text Bay every day, asking if she was alright, how her day was going. Anything to start a conversation every day. According to her, so far she had heard nothing from John, nor had anyone else. He had 'gone off for some serious pouting' as Bay put it.

I was perfectly alright with that. After what that man had said to her, I didn't want him anywhere near that baby. And after what he had said to me... I was glad Bay hadn't been in the room.

Even thinking about that conversation made me mad.

"Have a nice life, Mr. Kennish." I watched her lips move before she turned and left the room. I turned back to her father. He was probably just shocked and upset. He couldn't possibly have meant that.

'I'm really sorry. I'll go.'

"Damn right you'll go. And you will stay away from my family."

'Sir, that's my baby, I'm not going to-'

"No. That baby doesn't exist next week. You hear me? Gone. If it's not, than Bay is not my daughter. I'll have nothing to do with any of you."

I felt my fist curl the same time my jaw clenched, and saw that same fist fly through the air, connecting with John's jaw before I could tell myself to calm down.

'Good. I don't want you near them.'

His mouth opened before he stopped and looked to the window. He muttered something and turned away. Looking out the window, I saw Bay pulling away, and I hurried out to my motorcycle. By the time I had gotten out of the driveway, I didn't see her car anywhere.

I shook my head and still couldn't believe that he had said those words. He was willing to disown his daughter over a child. My child. He wanted to hurt my baby.

I tried to distract myself with work. The thought of my baby just not existing one morning was not one I liked to linger on. I lugged my bed down to the garage and got to work setting up my room. The initial transfer was almost done. Next, I just had to set up Bay's and the baby's room. She seemed happier, now that she knew she had the support of her family. And with that, my mind was drifting again.

Though everyone else seemed to have relaxed with him gone, I couldn't seem to follow suit. I had no idea where he was, or when he would show up next.

And whenever he did show up, I knew I wouldn't be able to trust him, especially not around Bay.

Happy mother's day!