Twenty minutes later Jane, and Maura find themselves sitting at a diner. August sits in his carseat, on the booth, next to Jane.
"Are you going to tell me how your trip was?"
"It was fine."
"Just fine? I mean you came home with a baby. I would think that it would be..."
"That was the least of it."
"Really?" Maura raises an eyebrow.
"I mean... it's complicated."
"When did you know that he was coming home with you? Was it right away?"
"No. It was the next morning."
She finds herself wondering the halls of the hospital. She finds herself in front of the nursery window. She stares at the baby in front of her. She reads the name tag, and realizes that it's August. The nurse notices her, and comes to the door.
"Hi," she smiles, sweetly.
"Hi. I'm just..."
"Are you Jane?"
"I am. Does it matter?"
"Can you show me ID?"
"I guess," she furrows her brow. She flashes her badge.
"Jane Rizzoli. I've been waiting for you."
"You have?" she questions.
The nurse holds up an ID bracelet. "Here, this is for you."
Jane holds out her wrist, "What is this for?"
"It basically allows you to take him in and out of the nursery."
"Oh."
"Would you like to take him?"
"Sure," she nods, apprehensively.
"You can take him to room 212."
"212? That isn't the room we were in yesterday."
"She went home."
"She went home?"
"She left an envelope in the drawer under the basinet for you," the nurse tells her.
Jane wheels August down the hall to room 212. She parks the basinet, and takes a seat. She opens the drawer under the basinet. On top of the diapers is a manila envelope. She pulls out the signed legal documents. Before she care carefully read them, August begins to fuss.
She stands up, and lifts him out of the basinet. She shhs him, and pats his bottom.
"In case you hadn't noticed I don't really know what I'm doing," she admits.
He stops fussing at the sound of her voice. She notices the bottle sitting in the basinet. She grabs it, and gives it to him. She takes a seat. She watches him, as she sucks down the bottle.
"You are handsome," she comments.
Maura looks Jane. Jane looks at August.
"So is he yours, legally?"
"Yes."
"That's it?"
"All of the paperwork is taken care of."
"What did Frost think of him?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Why not?"
"We had to share a hotel room."
"And?"
"There was only one bed."
"So it was uncomfortable."
"To say the least," Jane admits, as the waitress brings their food.
Maura digs in. Jane takes a sip of her coffee, her guilty conscience, and lack of sleep catching up with her. She looks at the baby, and then at her plate. She doesn't want to reveal her secret. But at the same time, she doesn't want to keep it all to herself, either, knowing it will eat at her, until she can't take it, anymore. She swallows hard, and makes sure to catch Maura between bites.
"I may have slept with him."
Maura's eyes flit upwards. She swallows the bite of food, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"Slept with who?"
"My partner."
"Frost?"
"Yes."
"You slept in the same bed with him? That's what you meant, right? I mean, I understand, you had a rough day. What choice did you really have? You weren't going to make him sleep on the floor."
"Not what I meant."
"Wait, what? You're kidding, right?"
"I wish."
"You had..."
"Yes," Jane cuts her off.
"So..."
Jane shrugs, "I don't know. I can't even think about it right now. I have too much other stuff on my plate."
"What about Frost?"
"Now things are awkward, which is just what I need."
"Have you talked to him, since?"
"Of course."
"About it?"
"Nope."
"Are you going to."
"No."
"You have to. I mean, what does this mean?"
"It doesn't matter. I can't think about what it means. I have to think about being... everything, to two kids."
"Maybe..."
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I don't want to play house with Frost."
"So you're going to do this alone, for the next eighteen years?"
"I hope that he gets an athletic scholarship."
"I'll make sure..."
"No, you won't. I would never ask for that."
"Jane, you have to..."
"I just have to figure out how to be a single mom, to two kids, and be a cop, who is married to the job. This is..."
"Overwhelming?"
"I'm ready to go back to work. It's a piece of cake compared to this."
