He watches her, as she carefully places the tiny baby into a car seat. The little girl wears a pink sleeper, that Maura bought her. Jane fastens the seatbelt, and then steps back. Jane pulls her hair back, and then looks at Maura.
"Are you ready?"
"I don't know, she's so small, and... she's only two days old. Are you sure that they don't want to keep her another day? Aren't they concerned she might have jaundice? She is a preemie, and..."
"Jane, you're going to be fine."
"Ok."
"Did you come up with a name?"
"I still have to fill out the birth certificate," Jane realizes.
"Yes. So are you going to take her home, without a name?"
"No," Jane shakes her head.
"So she has one?"
"Yes," Jane nods.
"What?"
"Jace Joella," Jane answers.
"Where did you come up with that?"
"I stole the book out of your purse."
"I..."
Jane cuts her off, "Maura, you never told me what your test results said."
"Oh, right."
"You were hoping that I would forget?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I can't explain the test results."
"Just tell me," Jane insists.
"According to all of the tests that I have received, Frost is her biological father."
"I knew it."
"You did? How?"
"Have you told him?"
"No."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it's impossible, isn't it? Or, did I miss you sleeping with Frost?"
"I didn't sleep with him," Jane responds.
"You're certain?"
"Maura, I would remember something like that."
"So..."
"Where is he?"
"At work."
"Oh."
Jane finds herself alone, in her apartment, a few hours later. She stands in front of the cradle, that is in place of the table, in her breakfast nook. She just watches her daughter, as she sleeps.
"Jane, can you open up?"
"Yeah," she answers.
She opens the door for Maura, who carries in bags of stuff. Jane just furrows her brow.
"What is all of this?"
"It's stuff for the baby," Frost answers, as he comes up the stairs, into the hallway.
"Where did you find him?"
"He was outside, when I got here," Maura reveals.
"She made me carry boxes."
"What are in the boxes?" Jane wonders.
"One, is diapers, the other is a swing."
"Oh."
"I am going to go get you something to eat," Maura heads for the door.
"Ok," Jane nods.
Frost closes the door behind Maura.
"Have a seat," Jane points to the couch.
"I don't know if I like where this is going," he responds, taking a seat on the couch. Jane takes a seat across from him, on the coffee table.
"What did you tell me, while I was unconscious?"
"Lots of things, why?"
"Did you tell me that you donated your sperm?"
He nearly chokes, "What?!"
"Is that a no?"
"You heard that?"
"You did?"
"I didn't think you could hear me. I figured since you couldn't, I would get that off my chest, and if you could, that you would wake up."
"So you did?"
"Yes."
"But you regretted it, and blah, blah, blah?"
"Right," he confirms.
"You should have it destroyed," she tells him.
"What if I get married, and then I get shot, and..."
"That's not going to happen."
"Jane..."
"And if it's does, you're bloodline will continue."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Jane gets up. She grabs two envelopes off the counter. She hands a manila envelope to Frost. He looks at her, and then to her.
"What's this?"
"DNA results."
"They came back, already?"
She nods, in confirmation.
"And?"
"She's not his," Jane reveals.
"That's great news," he notices the other envelope in her hand, "What's that one?"
"I got this one in the mail."
"From who?"
She hands it to him. He looks at the handwriting, on the front. He pulls the letter out, and begins to read.
