It was late when we got home. My car was already sitting in front of the house, the tow truck already gone. I got out with Emmett's help before he grabbed my bag. When we went inside, Kathryn was waiting for us. She narrowed her eyes when she saw Emmett.

"What-"

"Tomorrow, Mom, alright? I'm tired. Please?"

She hesitated before sighing and nodding. "Fine."

Emmett and I made our way upstairs and we were quickly asleep.

...

I could feel John's eyes burning into the back of my head while I ate. I refused to look at him, though. I wasn't going to pretend that I liked him. I was going to get Mom alone, maybe with Regina, and show them the check.

I had suggested that Emmett might want to go to his mom's or something until I texted him that the worst of it had blown over, but he refused to leave my side.

'As long as he's here, I'm here. We can't trust him,' had been his response to that.

Fortunately, John had to act normal. It wasn't long until he left, going to the car wash, or maybe going to work on his campaign. I had no idea, and really, I didn't care. As long as he was out of the house.

Once I was sure he was gone, I went to find my mom. Both of them.

It wasn't hard.

They were sitting outside, talking about me and Emmett.

"Hey, guys."

They turned, but their gaze left me after a couple seconds, turning to Emmett.

"Ok, stop with the evil eye. This is really important."

They didn't really pay attention until I sat down.

"Emmett didn't cheat, and John paid Simone." I held out the check.

Regina was the first to take it, looking a mix between confused and angry. Emmett explained the conversation he had had with Simone a few days ago.

"But... But the pictures." Kathryn had paled slightly, looking a little sick, and I couldn't blame her. She had already kicked John out once, she didn't want to face doing it again.

"I think because he had paid Simone, he had someone following Emmett. Or Simone, either one. Someone ready to take the pictures, and send them here. He could blame it on his campaign, and no one would question it."

Regina nodded slightly and sighed, looking up at Emmett. "I'm sorry."

'Thank you.'

"So this is what you meant when you said he couldn't be trusted, on the phone. I thought he had accepted everything. What would be the point of breaking you and Emmett up?"

"My theory? So he could catch me when I was in shock, or upset, or whatever. Convince me that without Emmett, it would be too hard to keep the baby."

Kathryn nodded and something seemed to steel inside her. She put the check in her pocket and got up. "I'll be back."

"Where are you going?"

"To pack a bag for John. Give it to him at work. He's not welcome back." She turned and walked away.

I knew I wouldn't want to be there when that confrontation happened.

...

John didn't come back, and as far as I knew, he didn't try to contact anyone. I didn't know if he had given up, or if he was just licking his wounds. I did my best to keep him out of my mind.

It was March, and it seemed like every other thought I had was, I get to see my baby next month. For once, I wanted people to ask me about my due date. Figures that I only really got excited about my pregnancy when it was nearly over.

With only a month to go, I was itching to know what I was having. As the due date grew closer, I was more and more sure that it was a boy, and Emmett was positive it was a girl. And names were a disaster. We had at least narrowed a boy's name down to Luke Cameron or Luke Christopher, but we were no closer to a first name for a daughter.

"You know, at this rate, we're never going to have a girl's name. If you're right, then at the hospital they're going to ask for her name, and we'll say, 'I don't know.'"

'I still like Rachel.'

"And I still like Eve."

He wrinkled his nose slightly. 'Eve Daphne doesn't flow.'

"Neither does Rachel Daphne."

'Ok, both off the table. What about... Mae?'

I shook my head. "No."

"Kennish?"

"They called us."

I got up and made my way to the back, Emmett close behind.

Natalie came in shortly after. "Nice to see you this week, Emmett. How have you guys been?"

"Um... Long story. Everything's good now, though."

"Alright. And how's the baby?"

"Practicing for the world cup."

"All very good. Any Braxton Hicks?"

"I've had a few. Those are not pleasant."

"Pretty strong?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Some women find it helps to move around, and they go away. Others just breathe through them. Find what works for you. Have you noticed they're kind of random?"

I nodded slightly. "Yeah?"

"When your real contractions start in a few weeks, they might be kind of mild, and feel like Braxton Hicks. Time it. They'll start kind of far apart, and slowly get closer together."

I frowned slightly. "Isn't my water supposed to break?"

"Yes, but not immediately. Usually, when a woman's water breaks, she's already been in labor for awhile, and is probably already at the hospital. But that's not for a few more weeks."

"Six."

"Are you excited?"

"Incredibly."

"Nervous?"

"Incredibly."

She laughed. "You'll be fine. Lay back."

I did as instructed and automatically lifted my shirt. She listened to the heartbeat and did her measurements, feeling around.

"Alright, seems like baby's starting to turn. That's good. Good size. Excellent health, still." She moved away, checking the rest of my extremities. "Any names yet?"

"Kind of. We've narrowed down boy names. Luke Cameron, for Emmett's dad, or Luke Christopher, for my brother. And a girl... We can't agree on a first name."

"Well, you still have a few weeks to think about it. Middle name?"

"Daphne."

"For your sister. Very family oriented, are you?"

I shrugged slightly. "You kind of have to be, to be in the Kennish household." John flashed through my mind, and I pushed him away.

"Makes sense." She pulled away. "Everything looks excellent, Bay. Keep up the good work. This is the last time you're going to schedule for two weeks. After that, we see each other every week until that baby decides to come out."

I nodded and got up. "See you in two weeks, then."

"Remember to take it easy. Keep an eye on her, Emmett."

'Always.'

I made my way out to the receptionist, Emmett's hand on my back. 'Always' seemed like a pretty good deal.

So, I have good news and I have bad news. The bad news is that because school starts today, I won't be writing anymore. The good news is it's because I reached my self imposed deadline, and I have officially finished writing this story. Last chapter posts Saturday.