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"A Range Rover ," Frost stunned as he opened the door for the young ME. The sky was clear but the wind was biting. Maura directed him to small boutique in Cambridge filled with Christmas trinkets.

"You think Jane will hate it," Maura sighed disappointed.

"Well, a Range Rover is a very expensive vehicle. You know how Jane feel about your money," Frost warned.

"Jane needs to get over that. Not to mention I have other motives for buying a SUV. I'm absolutely tired of riding around in a unmarked squad car. Jane insists on driving but hates to drive my car which is our car because we're married. Lastly, I want the room for car seat. My coupe doesn't fit a car seat."

"Are you?"

"Six weeks, it was this crazy thing Jane and I did to christen the new house," Maura sighed.

"What, who christens a new house by getting knocked-up?"

"I told you it was crazy. I mean Jane was cleared for active duty, we finally closed and decorated the house. When we got married Angela gave us a certificate to a cryogenic sperm bank, that expired in six months. Now I'm not sure why I agreed to such lunacy, Jane has that affect on me. We did the consultation and selected a donor because Angela wore us down. Karla Talucci's son Mikey is a lab technician there, so she said she's know if we visited. The plan was to order some of the sperm and then flush it. But Jane had this kinky idea, her kinky ideas always seem great on tequila"

"Woah, virgin ears," Frost spat.

" I wasn't suppose to be ovulating .No one thought I would get pregnant."

"That's a line from an after school special," Frost teased.

"Statistically it often takes weeks for a couple to conceive. Especially since I'm no longer in the prime age for child bearing," Maura said matter of fact.

"Or one drunken night with a turkey baser," Frost chuckled "Does Jane know?"

"No, No please don't tell her. I'm considering terminating the pregnancy," Maura whispered.

"What?"

"I mean it was a insane, illogical mishap and let's not forget I'm married to Mrs. Glass. An infant would be overwhelming right now. I'm sure Jane would be extremely livid and terrified. We are still enduring the aftershock of Bloody Sunday."

"What?"

"I'm unsure about my entire life, right now." Maura whimpered "Do you think I should buy a train set to run around the skirt of the tree," Maura asked as if their previous conversation had been about the weather.

"I suppose. Have decided on the bulbs you wanted?" Frost replied this was his third "should I keep it" conversation. The first was with his oldest sister Rhonda, the second was with his girlfriend his freshman year at Howard, and the last was with well Dr. Isles-Rizzoli. He knew whatever he said wouldn't make a difference these conversations were more about bouncing ideas and then accepting the final decision. There are sometimes that he wished Lauren would have kept the baby. Frost always thought he'd be a good father, even if he had to be a young one.

"Barry the blue frost angel or the golden one," Maura snapped. "We need to make a final decision it's almost eleven thirty and I want to grab lunch for the girls and Rachel before we go. I'm sorry Barry, I didn't mean to be unpleasant, my estrogen level is out of sorts."

"It's alright, Maur. You know I'm here, if you need me," Frost warmly smiled.

"I've only had morning sickness the first two weeks which was luckily in the morgue, when Jane wasn't around. I'm not showing. No one know but you and my therapist. Should I tell Jane?"

"It's your body but she is your wife. I'm not saying she should have a definite say but I think she should be informed. Whatever you decided Jane's going to have comfort you through it."

"Are you speaking from a previous experience," Maura quizzed.

"Three-hundred and fifty dollars isn't worth your soul," Frost sighed. "I was in college and at the time it seem like the most feasible plan. Who wants to be a statistic? You have to tell Jane before she notices, it won't be long. You can't avoid all the drinking we do over the holidays and you're a terrible liar."

Jane was happy to have the house to herself, even if she was slightly immobile. She had her feet up on the coffee table, nursing a ice cold Yoo-Hoo, and watching A Fat Albert Christmas. The only thing she needed to make the cold, lazy Saturday perfect was her mother's peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. Maura kept the detective on a strict diet especially after the self-inflicted hole through her abdomen. She only had indulgences when she was out of Maura's sight or wasn't working which was nearly close to never.

She hid the Yoo-Hoo in a small refrigerator under a blanket, under and behind some boxes that were marked Jane's sports equipment. The idea itself made Jane laugh, most spouses hid bills, affairs, liquor, cigars, porn, not chocolate soda. Jane reveled in the fact that the only secret she and Maura had was the fact there was a secret fridge stocked with a case of Yoo-Hoo. Jane began to laugh wildly until she heard the doorbell ring.

"Ma, I thought you were baking pies all day for the church food drive," Jane grimaced at the surprise that stood on the other side of the door.

"You fell off the roof. I wanted to make sure my bull headed daughter was doing alright. Can I check on my children? I hope you know falling off of the roof is not going to get you out of the Nutcracker. I've always wanted my children to have box seats."

"Box seats to the Sox," Jane rolled her eyes.

"I brought you, your nonna's famous ribollita soup. It always helps you with those frequent accidents. Talking about frequent accidents, why were you dancing on an icy roof," Angela steamed while she smacked Jane upside the head.

"Ow Ma I thought the whole point was not to get injured," Jane grunted.

"That didn't hurt, you get leveled by two hundred pound perps. Do you want to lose Maura with your maverick foolishness?"

"No. Pop and I had a conversation on the roof. I'm going to be a better partner."

"You're listening to Frank the man who left me on the side of the road for hours, when my car repeatedly broke down. Frank who never buys the right cups or bitches when he's not under someone's sink or around somebody's toilet. I love your father but don't listen to him."

"He Pops a good guy Ma. I hate when you rag on him. He's always provided and been there when we needed him."

"You're right, Janie but I don't want you and Maura to have a marriage like us. It took us almost fifteen years to have the love that you and Maura have right now."

"Ma, like I said I'm going to be better. I of all people know I don't deserve Maura."

"I didn't say that Jane. Just because she's filthy, stinkin, rich doesn't mean you don't deserve each other. Money doesn't matter, I taught you that. And if Maura was the daughter of postal workers, her heart would be the same, maybe not her language. Sometimes I have no clue what she's saying. I just shake my head and nod. Her heart honey is all that matters and that's what you should defend and protect with your life."

"Pop said the same thing Ma."

"Did he? If he only practiced what he preach."

"Is everything ok? You're not going to be one of those couples that divorce after thirty-five years of marriage."

"Of course not Jane," Angela said "We're devout Catholics."