As they sat at dinner that night, Maura noticed that Jane looked uncomfortable around all the food Angela had made. She knew it was normal for pregnant women to have aversions to food, but Jane? Jane was a Rizzoli and Rizzoli's simply did not look uncomfortable around food. Maura kept trying to make eye contact with her from across the table. Jane felt Maura's eyes on her and couldn't bring herself to look up at her. If she did, Jane was sure she'd start to cry and she was, by no means, prepared to deal with the Hurricane that is Angela Rizzoli. "Janie, eat," Angela said, pointing at Jane's plate with her fork.

"I'm not hungry, Ma," Jane said matter-of-factly.

Angela instantly knew something was wrong. She looked at Maura, eyebrows raised. Maura simply shrugged. Angela reached over and laid her hand on top of Jane's. "Janie, honey, look at me." Jane made no move to tilt her head upward. "Jane," Angela said, taking the hand she had placed on top of Jane's and placed it under her chin, tilting Jane's head for her.

Jane looked into her mother's tear filled eyes. I have to tell her, Jane thought, I can't just sit here and not tell her. "Ma, I..." She couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence.

"What, baby? You what?" Angela said, with nothing but love in her voice.

"I'm pregnant," Jane said as a tear slid town her cheek, then another, and another.

Poor Maura and her social awkwardness when into sensory overload. She wasn't prepared for Jane to tell Angela right in front of her like that. Angela didn't know what to do. Should she be happy? Is Jane happy? Then Jane smiles through the tears. Not just your average everyday smile. This was a smile of pure happiness. Angela hugged her daughter. So many thoughts ran through her mind: Who's the father? Where is he? How far along is she? It wasn't until Jane was crying again that she realized she'd spoken aloud.

"It's Joey Grant," Jane managed to get out through sobs.

"Where is he?" Angela asked indignantly. She was bullshit that he wasn't there sitting next to Jane, holding her hand, helping her through this. Jane began to sob. God, she hated the emotional part of being pregnant, vehemently. She look at Maura, giving her permission to answer for her.

"Angela, he's in Washington, D.C. Before Jane could tell him, he told her that he got promoted to the liaison between the Boston Police Department and Homeland Security. Jane didn't want to ruin that opportunity for him, so she hasn't told him yet. Please don't say anything to anyone, because you and I are the only ones that Jane feels comfortable telling right now," Maura said as she watched Angela, trying to read her facial expressions. So far, she saw anger turn to sadness, that turned into compassion, ending with concern.

She stood up and pulled her only daughter into one of her famous, suffocating hugs. Jane laughed and said, "Ma, you're gonna squish my baby."

"Oh, sorry," she smiled, then walked over to Maura and bear-hugged her too.

"Ma! You're gonna squish my Maura," Jane said through laughter, which made Maura giggle, then Angela soon after.

"Sorry, Maura. I'm just so happy," Angela said looking at Jane, a huge smile spreading across her lips. "How far along are you?"

"Five weeks, but I just found out on Wednesday," Jane said, now quite excited that she was going to have a baby.

"Oh, Janie. I'm so happy. If it's a girl, I suggest 'Francesca' or 'Catarina'. If it's a boy, 'Lorenzo' or 'Benedetto'. Lorenzo Rizzoli, doesn't that sound nice?" Angela asked, not realizing what, exactly, she had just said.

"What if..umm..w-what if Joey decided he wants to be a part of this child's life? Benedetto Grant...I'd rather not have my kid getting beat up on the playground," Jane tried to make a joke, but Maura and Angela could clearly see she was scared. She was scared that Joey might not want anything to do with their child, or Jane for that matter. She was scared that he'd ask her to move to D.C. and she was scared that he'd move back to Boston so they could raise their baby together.

As the evening winded down, all three ladies sat on the couch in silence. What had she meant when she said 'my Maura'? Had she meant what I hope she meant? No, that's completely illogical. She's having a child with a man. A man, Maura. Stop doing this to yourself, Maura thought.

Jane was the first to stand to leave, "Thank you both for a lovely evening. Considering I am now sleeping for two, I gotta go." She walked out of the house smiling. She had no issue getting to or into her apartment for once. Jane immediately crawled into bed, still wearing her clothes from that day, only to be awakened by a sharp knock at 6:00 AM. "Who the fuck is that?" She swore as she rolled out of bed. She slowly crept her way to the door and looked out the peephole. "Joey! What are you doing here?"