"Flip it over," Abbie insists.
Jane flips it over. She stares at another picture. She furrows her brow.
Abbie narrates, "That is what our family should look like," Abbie tells her.
"There are some extra people here," Jane points out.
"You, and me, and August."
"And three other people? That is a lot of people."
"A dad, and two more kids."
"I don't think we need all of that."
"We definitely need a dad."
"We don't need anymore kids. Do we? I think that two is plenty."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"We need two more."
"I don't think so. I might be able to be persuaded about the dad, but..."
Abbie places her hand on Jane's heart, "You have two from here, already."
"And, that is enough."
Abbie shakes her head, "No," she places her hand on Jane's stomach, "You need two from there."
"Two? I don't think so. I don't need any from there."
"Too late."
"Too late? What are you talking about?"
"I had a dream."
"You did? Was it a good dream?"
"Yes, very good."
"And what happened in this dream?"
"We were at the park."
"That is good."
"It was you, and me, and August, and a dad, and two babies. Twin babies. And we were all very happy."
Jane takes a look at the picture. She studies the figure that is the dad.
Abbie points, "You already know who that is."
"I do?"
"Yes. You've already met him."
"Who is it?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
"Because I don't know."
"You have to, the wedding is soon."
"Wedding? Who said anything about a wedding?"
"You have to get married."
"Why?"
"Before the babies come."
"What babies?"
"They're just sprouts."
"Sprouts? Abbie did you bump your head?"
"No. I want this."
"Abbie you can't have everything you want."
"I want this, and so do you."
"I..."
"You just don't know it yet. And, neither does he."
"How do I make this fairytale happen?"
"It's already happening."
"Abbie you have a very vivid imagination."
"Abel, and Aurora."
"Who are they?"
"The twins."
"Abbie..."
"Just listen," she warns.
"I am."
"We're going to live happily ever after."
"In this fairy tale do I quit my job?"
"No. Grandma does."
"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"
"Of course."
"Abbie, I don't want you to get your hopes set on this."
"You should tell him."
"Tell who?"
"Him," Abbie points to the picture.
"About what? Your plan?"
She shakes her head, "No, about them," Abbie points to the babies in the picture.
"Abbie, you are being ridiculous. There are no babies."
"Yes," she argues, "There are. I know you're scared, but it will be ok."
"Maybe I should have left you at school, because you're talking crazy."
"You're scared you won't love them. You don't know if you're ready for another baby."
Jane says nothing.
"Everything is going to work out."
"It's a good thing that I love you."
"Can I go stay with grandma, tonight?"
"Why do you call her grandma?"
"Because she's my grandma."
"You call me Jane. I'm you're Jane?"
"I never had a grandma. I had a mom, once."
"Ok."
"So, can I go stay with her, tonight? It is Friday."
"You will have to call and ask her."
"Ok," Abbie smiles.
Jane drops the kids off to her mom. She says her goodbyes, and gets in the car to head home for the night. She's backing out of Maura's driveway, when her phone rings.
"Rizzoli," she answers.
"Are you ok?"
"Frost I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"
"You called off sick today."
"I'm fine."
"Abbie called and said that I should talk to you."
"She did, what?"
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Everything is fine."