"Did you pick a theme yet?" Maura casually questions, as they sit in her living room, wrapping gifts.
"No."
"It's two weeks away," Maura points out.
"Can you explain to me why you chose a date so close to Christmas?"
"It's the weekend after Christmas," Maura points out.
"And the weekend before New year's. No one is going to want to come."
Maura surveys the room, "We have probably bought enough gifts, between the two of us, that nobody else has to come."
"Did you get the furniture ordered?"
"Yeah, but almost everyone responded that they were coming."
"Maura?"
"Hm?" Maura looks up from the gift that she's wrapping.
"Would you do it?"
"Do what?" Maura responds.
"What my mother is doing. I think that she is completely out of her mind. I mean, I am happy for her, but... she's crazy. Who, in their right mind would choose to bring a child, scratch that, two children, into this world, at the age of fifty eight? Would you do it?"
Maura shrugs, "Maybe."
"Maybe? I am sure that situation has caused you to contemplate what you would do," Jane goads her.
"I don't know that I would be willing to take the risk. There are a lot of things that can go wrong."
"Ten more weeks is a long time," Jane admits.
"There are still a lot of complications that could arise, even if they were born now."
"If anyone is stubborn enough to do it, it would be her," Jane points out.
"She is very healthy, and she is active, and eats well. Even, still there are a lot of risks. There are a lot of risks, for her health, and for theirs. That being said, studies have shown that the risks aren't really any different than a woman in her thirties having a baby."
"So your answer?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"I wish that baby B would make it easy on us, and just reveal itself."
"Still no big reveal?"
Jane shakes her head, "Nope. That makes me think that it's a girl. Girls are more shy about that, than boys, don't you think."
"I don't know," Maura shrugs.
"What if you never get married?"
"You don't have to get married to reproduce, anymore."
"So you would just go find a sperm donor?" Jane raises her eyebrow.
"No," Maura shakes her head, "Can we talk about something else?"
They stare at the screen, slightly disappointed. The doctor shakes his head.
"Sorry guys, this little one doesn't want us to know whether it is a boy, or a girl," he comments.
Angela sighs, "Just as long as they're healthy."
"They are still growing right on track. Baby A looks to be a little bigger, than baby B, which is not entirely uncommon in twins."
"I feel like I have a pair of tap dancers in my uterus," Angela adds.
"That's a good thing," the doctor tells her.
"Do you think that I can make it to forty weeks?" she questions.
Sean looks to the doctor, as he holds his wife's hand.
"I am not sure. It has been a pretty smooth pregnancy, but most twins arrive closer to thirty six weeks, than forty. We consider thirty seven weeks full term, now," the doctor explains.
"I am in no hurry for them to come out. I want to meet them, but I want them to be healthy," Angela admits.
"Have you had time to decide whether you wanted to come up with a birth plan?" he quizzes.
"We came up with one," Sean confirms.
"No drugs, no induction, no c-section. I just want to healthy babies," Angela tells them.
"If it does come down to a c-section, you've discussed who you want in the room?"
"Yes," Sean nods.
"But," Angela shakes her head, "It's not going to come down to that."
"Angela everything looks great, just keep doing what you're doing."
Jane grips the steering wheel, as they drive through the slush, on their way to Amherst. Frost watches her, as she drives.
"Jane, are you ok?"
"I'm fine," she reassures him.
"Are you sure? You don't look very good. You're awfully pale."
"I am fine," she repeats.
"Why don't you pull over, at the next stop? I can drive the rest of the way."
"I am fine," she argues, gritting her teeth.
"It would make me feel better. I want to make it there, in one piece."
"Fine," she concedes, pulling over.
They get out of the car, and switch places. She slams her door, and buckles her seatbelt.
"We are halfway there," she mutters.
"You'll get over it. Are you coming down with something? You haven't been yourself the past couple of days?"
She shrugs, "I think the flu is going around."
"Stay away from your mother."
"I won't get her sick. She has the immune system of a robot, anyway."
"I know, I've met her. She puts the rest of us to shame."
Ten minutes later, she smacks him on the arm.
"What?"
"Pull over!" she insists.
"I am not letting you drive."
She swallows hard, "Pull over, now!"
He pulls over. She unbuckles, and throws her car door open, as the car comes to a halt.
Maura walks into the cafe. Angela looks up, and smiles.
"The usual?"
Maura nods, "How was your appointment? Any news?"
"Nothing new," Angela pours her a cup of hot water, "We still don't know what baby B is."
"Everything is going well?"
Angela nods as she drops the tea into Maura's cup, "Yep. Everything is right on track."
"Good."
"Are you ok?" Angela questions.
"Just tired," Maura admits.