She follows Jane's advice, but sleep doesn't come. Instead she endures nearly two more hours of tossing and turning, before finally making a decision. She flips on the lamp, and studies the clock. It's far too late to be calling anyone, but she decides she has no choice. She reaches for her phone. The party on the other end answers after two rings.
"Is something wrong?" is the first question she asks.
"No, why would you think that?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because it is three thirty in the morning, and I was dead asleep. You wouldn't call me unless you had a reason."
"It could be good news," Maura offers.
"Could be."
"Maybe I was just calling to check in."
"At this time of night?"
"Technically..."
"I know, technically it's morning. However, by my own personal definition of morning is after the sun rises."
"Should I call back then?"
"No, I'm awake now."
"How are you?"
"That's why you called? To see how I am? I'll keep that in mind next time I want to talk to you. I'll wait until three or four in the morning to call."
"I'm your mother, and that is my prerogative."
"Please just tell me why you're calling, so that I can go back to sleep."
"I can't sleep."
"Maura that is not my problem."
"Allison, you are the reason that I can't sleep."
"Sounds like a personal problem. One that does not require my attention, at this time. So, I am going to hang up, now."
"No, wait," Maura begs.
"Then spit it out," Allison suggests.
"First off, I'm worried about you."
"This isn't a whole speech, is it?"
"No."
"Ok, then continue."
"I'm worried about you. I would feel better if you were closer."
"I'm not that far away."
"You are too far away."
"What's really eating at you?"
"Why do you..."
"You wouldn't wake me up in the middle of the night, just because you're worried about me. You know that I'm a bear when someone wakes me up."
"I have some news."
"You and my sperm donor are going to get married, or something nonsensical?"
"Why is that nonsensical?"
"Because the two of you are complete opposites, with very little in common."
"We love science, and you."
"That is not enough," Allison points out.
"That is not my news, anyway."
"Oh, ok."
"Maybe you should guess."
"Really? You want me to guess?"
"Yes," Maura insists.
"I'm too tired to play games."
"Please," Maura begs.
"You're moving?"
"No."
"You have decided that you have very little in common with my sperm donor, and you will no longer be seeing him?"
"Why don't you like him?"
"Aside from the obvious?"
"Yes."
"It's not that I don't like him, necessarily, it's just that I don't know him."
"And whose fault is that?"
"It is not entirely my fault. Other parties share blame, in that."
"Yes, I agree."
"I don't like him, because I don't think that he's good enough for you."
"Why not?"
"He's too good to be true."
"Too good to be true? What does that mean?"
"Are you that naive?"
"Excuse me?"
"How do you know that he's not just telling you what you want to hear, to get into your pants?"
"Allison! That is an inappropriate question."
"But a valid one. One that I'd like an answer to."
"No," Maura disagrees.
"I mean how do you really know? I mean, he's done it before. If he hadn't, I wouldn't be here."
"It's not like that."
"How do you know that everything he says is true?"
"Why would he lie?"
"You're a catch," Allison points out.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Neither do I. Can I go back to sleep now?"
"No."
"Then are you going to tell me why you called at such an ungodly hour?"
"Maybe, I don't know if I want to now," Maura admits.
"Don't be so childish."
"I don't think that I'm ready to tell you. I don't think that you're ready to hear this."
"Hear what? Is something wrong with you?" Allison jumps to conclusions.
"No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Then just tell me why you called."
"I shouldn't have called," Maura realizes.
"But you did. You're never going to get any sleep, like this. If you don't tell me what you called to tell me, the reason that you can't sleep, it's going to be a long night," Allison points out.
"I'm pregnant," Maura admits.