The interview with the suspect is relatively complicated. They spend three hours, interrogating him. They take a break, and continue for two more hours. They head to a motel, for the night, knowing that they will have further questions to ask, in the morning. He collapses on one of the double beds, after showering, and changing into his pajamas. He lies there, on top of the duvet, staring up at the ceiling. She's in and out of the bathroom, in less than ten minutes. She comes out, with wet hair, from her shower. She takes a seat on his bed. She dumps the contents of the paper bag on to his bed.
"Should I take it now, or wait until morning?"
"It's almost dawn, now," he points out.
"True."
"And we're not going to get any sleep, until we know."
"But we may not get any, even if we do."
"Just take it," he votes.
"Ok," she nods.
She goes into the bathroom, and locks the door. She pees on the stick, and then washes her hands. She sits on the bathroom sink, with the test sitting next to her. She places the test face down, on the counter, so she doesn't have to look at it. She listens to her watch tick with each passing second.
Ten minutes later Frost knocks on the bathroom door. He looks at his watch.
"It doesn't take that long, does it?"
She unlocks the door. "No it only takes three minutes."
"What does it say?"
"I can't look," she tells him.
"You haven't looked yet?"
She shakes her head. He steps into the bathroom, with her. He looks at the test. She nods. He flips it over. She looks away. Her stomach does flip flops. His heart skips a beat.
"And?" she queries.
She sits in her living room, surrounded by bags. Upstairs, her husband works on painting. She sits in the middle of the floor. There are several shopping bags surrounding her. She has a laundry basket, to the left of her, as she sits in front of the couch. To her right is an empty bag. She uses it, to toss stickers, and tags into. She sorts through the pile of baby clothes, removing the tags, and stickers, and turning them all inside out. By the time she sorts through all of the clothes, blankets, and burp clothes the basket is completely full. She tosses the empty bags aside. She reaches for the next bag. She removes the bottles, and pulls them out of their package. She gets up, off the floor, and carries them into the kitchen, along with the drying rack, and pacifiers. She places them in the sink, to be sanitized. She returns to the living room, and resumes her sorting, in the same spot.
She sorts the rest of the bags, and tosses away the trash. She carries the basket full of clothing into the laundry room, and tosses it in the washer. She dumps the baby detergent in, and sets the washing machine to the delicate cycle. She returns to the living room, grabbing the rest of the bags. She carries them up the stairs. She stops in the doorway, of the nursery.
"How is it going?" he questions.
"Good, did you get everything put away?" he rolls on the green paint.
"I brought diapers, and wipes, and the organizing baskets."
"If you sit them in the closet I think that they should be safe."
She nods, in agreement.
She opens her eyes, and finds a foot in her face. She smiles. She reaches for the toddler, and places him right side up. His thick hair goes in several different directions. She picks him up, and leaves the bed. She carries him down the stairs, and grabs his diaper bag. She places him on the couch. She pulls out a diaper, wipes, and a fresh set of clothes. He squirms, as she undresses him. She is quick to change his diaper, not wanting to be peed on. She turns, to retrieve the socks out of his bag. He slides off the couch, before she can catch him. He runs out of the room. She stands up, and chases after him. She finds him in the kitchen, opening the drawers, and cabinets. She scoops him up.
"What are you doing?"
He giggles.
"Do you think that's funny? Huh?" she laughs.
"Morning," Tommy greets her, coming down the stairs.
"Do you see this? He's running around in his diaper."
Tommy reaches for the toddler.
"No!" TJ tells him.
"Be that way, buddy, I guess I'll have to eat all of your cheerios."
TJ squirms to get down.
She tosses the freshly dried laundry back into her laundry basket. She carries it back into the living room, and takes a seat on the couch. She begins folding. She makes piles according to size. She carefully folds each item of clothing. Sean comes down the stairs.
"Are you done?"
"For right now," he admits.
"Are you hungry? I can make you some lunch."
"I was thinking I would head over to that deli we like, and pick something up."
"I don't mind cooking," she tells him.
"I'm in the mood for a hoagie," he tells her.
"Ok," she nods.
"What do you want?" he inquires, as he washes his hands, in the sink.
"The usual."
"Did you get everything laundered?"
"Yeah," she nods.
"Are you sure that we got all of the bags out of the back of the car? It seems like we had more than that. We practically bought one of everything, in the whole store."
"I think so."
"Where is that pillow thing? I thought that you got a bouncy seat, too?"
"I didn't get them. I wanted to wait, and see what we get at the baby shower."
"Oh, I forgot. When is that?
"Two weeks from today."
"That will be interesting," he admits.
"What makes you say that?"
"Maura told Jane that she was in charge of the planning."
"What?! Jane doesn't even like parties. I don't think that she's ever even been to a baby shower."
