"I am not peeing on a stick, to prove anything to you," she argues.
"When was your last period?" He asks, boldly.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm serious."
"That, is not any of your business."
"It might be," he disagrees.
She shoots him a look. She places her hand on her gun. "Really?"
"I really think that it's possible that you're pregnant."
"Why do you think that?"
"You just seem pregnant," he lies.
"What is that supposed to mean? Are you calling me fat?"
He shakes his head, "No."
"Frost, let me explain something to you. Maybe you missed the day in health class, where the explained how babies are made. In order to get knocked up, it would require me to have sex. You work with me everyday. Our case load has been pretty heavy lately. I haven't had the time for that. Ok? It isn't really any of your business. I don't know why I am telling you this, I don't owe you an explanation."
His cheeks burn. She looks at him, and notices his bright red cheeks.
"Why do you look so guilty?"
"Because it is more possible than you think," he reveals to her.
"You know more about it, than I do?"
She stops in the hallway, outside of her room. He walks up, behind her. She lingers, outside of the door to the room on the right. She pushes the door open, and flips on the light. He stands behind her, in the doorway.
"It's still pretty empty," he comments.
"They will be here, before we know it," she adds.
"I can't wait to meet them."
"I think that I'm ready now."
"To meet them? We have ten weeks before they're supposed to get here."
"I am ready to make it look a little less empty," she tells him.
"Oh. Ok."
"We should start buying things. I haven't bought anything."
"Tomorrow is Saturday. We can go shopping, if you would like. You do have to keep in mind, that other people are going to buy you things."
"Where are we going to put everything? This room isn't that big."
"Ange, there is another room next door."
"Is has all of our Christmas stuff in it."
"That is what the attic is for," he reminds her.
"I can't schlep it all the way up to the attic."
"You don't need to schlep anything, anywhere. I'll take care of it."
"Ok."
"What color do you want to paint? Pink? Purple?"
"We don't know if the other baby is a girl, or not."
"Blue?" he frowns.
"Green. We can paint it green."
"I guess that we did register for a lot of green items."
"I am glad that we won't have to do that again. That was a nightmare."
"You don't want to do this again?" he teases.
She looks at him, and shakes her head. Standing in the doorway, in her pajamas, with her round stomach. She smiles. He kisses her.
"I love you," she adds.
"I know. I love you too." He places his hand on her stomach.
"Nobody is tap dancing in there," he points out.
"It's the calm before the storm. Ten minutes before I go to bed, they are calm, every night. The second that I lay down they start dancing, and kicking, and punching."
"Not my sweet little babies."
She is eagerly anticipating the knock on her door. She opens the door, before Tommy has the chance to knock. TJ smiles, when he sees her. Maura slips the smiling little one from Tommy's arms, as he closes the door. She sits him on the floor, and unzips his coat. She slips his boots off, and then picks him back up.
"Hi," she smiles at the little one.
"Hi," he waves at her.
Tommy sits the diaper bag down, and follows Maura into the living room.
"Do you want to see the tree?" Maura asks the baby.
He claps. She stands him in front of the tree. He squeals in excitement.
"You made his day," Tommy tells her.
"I know how much he loves all of the lights."
"He's into everything. Lydia said that he took all of the ornaments off the tree, that he could reach."
"What did he do with them?" Maura inquires.
"He put them in his toy box," Tommy answers.
Maura looks at TJ. She smiles, "Did you do that?"
"No!"
"Then it must have been Santa, huh?"
"Dad!"
Tommy looks down at him, "What, buddy?"
"Pooboo?" he asks.
"Pooboo? What does that mean?" Maura quizzes.
Tommy grabs a toy out of his diaper bag, "Pooh bear," Tommy reveals, handing the bear to TJ.
"Obviously."
"Maura you don't have to do this."
"Do what?"
"Be nice to me. You don't have to pretend that..."
She turns to him. She kisses him.
"Beso," TJ squeals.
The kiss ends, and Maura looks at the toddler, and then to Tommy.
"Did he just say beso?"
"We've been taking a Spanish class," he admits, "He never seems very interested, but I guess that he has been paying more attention than I thought."
"Beso," TJ smiles.