"We need to talk. I will be at the house in an hour." That was the text message that woke Jane up from her much-needed deep sleep. She read the text message repeatedly for half an hour before putting her phone down. Maura had called it 'the house' instead of 'home,' which is what Jane focused on. This is her—our—home and she deserves to be here. She wondered where Maura had slept. She knew she wasn't in the arms of another woman; that wasn't Maura—none of this was Maura. None of this was Jane either. Jane Rizzoli loved everything about her wife, so why did she do what she did? That was the question she had asked herself repeatedly and still didn't have an answer.

For the first time since Maura left, Jane decided to go outside. What she did couldn't exactly qualify as going outside, but it was a start. She opened the front door, took a few steps to the mailbox, grabbed two days worth of mail that had accumulated and walked back inside. Most of it was junk and Jane wanted to just toss it in the trashcan until a catalog for a baby furnishings store caught her eye. She turned it over and saw that it was addressed to Mrs. Maura Isles Rizzoli. Just reading her wife's name made Jane want to cry again, let alone reading it on a catalog filled with cribs and nursery decorations. She wanted a baby just as much as I did. Why didn't she tell me? Jane sifted through the pages, staring longingly at the décor inside. She imagined how it would look in their house and, more than anything, she wished she could be nine months away from hearing a baby's cries and giggles instead of wondering what was going to happen between her and Maura.

"I love you so much, Maura," Jane whispered. As if on cue, she heard a key in the lock and the sound of the door opening.

"Jane?" Maura called out.

"I'm in the kitchen," Jane responded. That simple exchange made Jane feel as if nothing had changed. Her Maura was home and all she wanted to do was run to her.

Jane took Maura in her arms the moment she saw her. The sight of her wife's tired, puffy eyes made Jane feel even more guilty than before. She's been crying. Look at this woman. She deserves to be held. She deserves better than me.

"Jane, I can't," Maura said softly. "You betrayed me. You dishonored our vows. You—"

"I'm sorry," Jane said sheepishly. "Maura, you and I need each other. You remember what we said on our wedding night; we're each other's perfect half."

"That was two years ago," Maura said matter-of-factly. "Jane, every time I look at you, I think of her. I don't even know this woman and she has consumed my every thought. What did you like about her, Jane? Was she worth it?"

"No," Jane responded, looking down. "She wasn't worth losing my wife."

"Then why did you have sex with her?"

"We were going through a rough patch," Jane began. "I wanted a baby. You said that wasn't practical. We were going through so much stress at work. Maura, every reason I give you is bullshit because this can't be justified. What I did was wrong and I'm willing to do everything I can to make it up to you."

"How did it happen?" Maura asked, ignoring Jane's last statement.

"Maura—"

"I want to know," Maura interrupted.

"I met her at a bar and she came on to me," Jane said in an irritated tone. "We took a few shots together and then she invited me back to her place."

Maura couldn't believe what she was hearing. "It was that easy? The two of you had a few shots and you were able to cheat on your wife?"

"Maura, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry you were caught," Maura corrected her. "There's a difference, Jane. If you were truly sorry, you would have told me. You wouldn't have gone about your life as if nothing had happened. What hurts the most is not you being unfaithful, it's you thinking you could get away with it. Are you going to see her again?"

"No," Jane insisted.

"Would you have seen her again if you didn't get caught?"

"Maura, she's nothing to me," Jane said as she pulled out a chair and sat down in the kitchen.

"She's nothing to you, but she was worth destroying our marriage?" Maura asked.

"Maura, I promise I'll never hurt you again," Jane said as she held Maura's hands in hers. "Please, come home. I'll do anything. We can get through this, Maura. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone and I'm not going to give you up. I'll keep doing whatever it takes."

"Stop begging," Maura demanded. "I'm moving back, but I'll be sleeping in the guest room until I find my own place. We'll be housemates, Jane, and that is the extent of our relationship. We aren't together and I'm not going to kiss your or make love to you or even sleep in the same bed as you. The only reason I'm moving back here is because I can't have Bass in a hotel. It has nothing to do with you."

"Okay," Jane said and let go of Maura's hand. She quickly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and hoped that Maura didn't notice. Even if she did, Jane didn't imagine her tears phasing Maura. Maura stared at the catalog Jane had placed so carefully on the table. Jane wished she could just throw it away, but neither woman could bring themselves to do so. That catalog served as a relic of their past and the hope they once had for their future.

"I have to get Bass. I'll be back this afternoon," Maura informed her. There were no more words exchanged. Maura simply walked out the door and left Jane alone with her thoughts. Maura was moving back and Jane was absolutely thrilled. Maura said she didn't want to be anything more than housemates, but Jane saw this as a perfect opportunity to prove herself to her wife. Jane was going to choose her words and her actions wisely because everything she did from that moment until the day Maura moved out was going to determine that fate of her marriage.