After having a date night with Jane, Maura went to her interview the next morning feeling confident. While they sipped hot chocolate at a local coffee shop to warm themselves up after playing in the snow, Jane prepared Maura for her interview. Jerry's interviews weren't difficult, but it was going to be Maura's first job interview and she was already feeling nervous and slightly intimidated. Jane didn't remember every question she had been asked during her own interview and she wasn't sure if Jerry had switched it up a little, but she tried to help Maura prepare as best as she could. Maura's interview skills were sub-par and she rarely communicated with anyone other than her wife, her friends, and the Rizzoli family, but Jane still had a feeling that Jerry would like her. It may have been based on the fact that Jane loved her so much and she wanted everyone to like Maura as well, but Jane still held on to that glimmer of hope that Maura would get hired and some of the financial burden would be taken off of her. Jane had promised Maura that she'd be able to take care of her, but the more Jane looked at the cost of rent, utilities, and groceries, the more she worried about being the sole breadwinner of their little family.

With Maura at her interview, Jane decided to walk next door to Mark's house. While sitting on an old beanbag chair in Mark's room, Jane felt like her former self. She reminisced about the times just months ago when she'd spend hour after hour in Mark's room. Jane would spend so much time at his house that the top bunk of his bunk beds became hers and she'd sleep there every Friday night. She missed the nights of video games, horror movies, and talking about anything that came to mind. Jane had once felt as if Mark was all she needed and vice versa, but before they could truly comprehend what was happening everything changed for the two of them. Jane looked at the bed that had once belonged to her and she realized she would never be sleeping there again.

Jane decided to break the silence. "I love her."

"Extra! Extra! Jane loves her wife," Mark said sarcastically and Jane threw a hackey sack at him with full force, hitting him right in the arm.

"You didn't let me finish," she snapped.

Mark threw the hackey sack back at her. "Testy, aren't we? You on your period?"

"Mark!" Jane fumed. "Can you please be serious?"

"Why?" he asked. "Jane, what the hell's wrong with you? You've changed, man. Ever since you've gotten married, you've become someone I don't even know anymore."

"I love Maura, but sometimes I think I made a mistake," Jane admitted. "Moments like this one make me wish Markie had never walked into The Basement and we never would have gone on that double date."

"Jane, shut up. You don't mean it."

"I'm serious," Jane insisted.

"And I'm serious about you not meaning what you're saying right now. You really are on your period, aren't you? You're getting all emotional and we don't do that shit here."

"Mark!" Jane hissed.

"What?" Mark shrugged. "I'm just being stupid like you are."

Jane curled up as best as she could on the beanbag. Her hands became cold and she couldn't believe what she had said earlier. She loved Maura more than she loved life itself, but her frustration and worry were starting to get the best of her. "I'm not ready for this."

"For what?"

"To give up everything you and I had," Jane responded. "I feel like I'm losing my best friend and you're right about me being different. You don't know me anymore and I don't even know myself. We used to have fun, but now my whole life revolves around Maura. She's with me all the time, Mark. Every time I turn around, she's there."

"That's marriage, man," Mark pointed out. "You're going to be with that woman for the rest of your life unless you divorce her."

"I'd never divorce her," Jane snapped.

"Then what the fuck is your problem? You know I can't play guessing games for shit and that's why you always win at Clue." Mark got off his bed to join Jane on the beanbag. The two of them were sitting a little too close for comfort and, when they realized that, they began fighting for a spot on the beanbag. "Jane, is this conversation your way of telling me that you're in love with me? Because if it is, I'm going to have to stop you right now. I don't think you're hideous, but you're just not my type. Scratch that, you're like the only woman in this world who doesn't turn me on. Besides, I'm no home-wrecking whore."

"And you wonder why Markie doesn't want to officially be in a relationship with you," Jane brought to his attention. Her statement caught him off guard and with a gentle push, Jane was able to reclaim her spot on the beanbag.

"We're not talking about Markie," Mark commanded.

"We are now," Jane pointed out. "What's with the tone?"

"Nothing!"

"Mark—"

"She thinks she's—she thinks she's pregnant," Mark stammered.

"Markie?" Jane asked in disbelief. "Markie the Safe Sex Queen? That Markie? You're telling me the same girl who gave Maura flavored condoms to use on our first date thinks she's pregnant. You sure she's not just being paranoid?"

"She's not," Mark insisted. "It broke, Jane. It fucking broke. Maybe I didn't put it on right—I don't know. What matters is that it broke, she isn't on the pill, and now she's late. Are girls usually late, Jane? You have to tell me, man. This is when my best friend being a girl pays off."

"I don't know," Jane shrugged. "Maybe a couple of days or a week every now and then. How late is she?"

"Three weeks," Mark responded. When he saw the stunned expression on Jane's face, he held his head in his hands. "I'm fucked, aren't I?"

"No," Jane responded, although she wasn't exactly sure. "When is she taking a test?"

"When she gets back to Boston," Mark informed her. "She wants me there, Jane. I don't even want to be there. Is that bad? Does that make me a fucked up person? Do you think I have to get married now and live some fucking domestic life like you and Maura? She doesn't even want to be my girlfriend yet; how are we supposed to raise a baby together?"

"The same way me and Maura are starting a life together: by working our asses off," Jane insisted.

"We have big boy and big girl problems now," Mark said in an attempt at adding some levity to their conversation. "I'm sorry for saying you were stupid for feeling the way you feel about Maura."

"You have a lot on your mind," Jane said in his defense. "I love Maura and I love nothing more than to be around her, so I'm not sure why I said what I said. What worries me is having to be a provider and you're probably worried about the same thing. Sometimes I just feel as if I don't know what I'm doing. Maura can be very fragile, so I have to be strong for her, but there are times when I really don't know what I'm going to do. And her parents aren't even there for her. I'm afraid of them disowning her or saying something else that's going to hurt her feelings. I love Maura so much and is it wrong that I don't want her to talk to them?"

"It's not wrong," Mark insisted. "Adults can be assholes sometimes."

"Mark, we're adults now, too," Jane pointed out. "We're eighteen, so, legally we're adults. I have a wife and you might have a baby on the way."

"Do you think we'll be like them?"

"Like who?"

"Like the people who drive minivans," Mark began. "Do you think I'll have a van full of kids that my wife will have to take to soccer games?"

"Your wife?" Jane asked. "You think there's a woman on this earth who'd want to marry you?"

Mark flipped the beanbag, sending Jane crashing to the floor. "That's what you get," he laughed once he saw her sprawled on the floor. Jane retaliated by pinning him down, but she could only hold him for so long before he flipped her onto her back and held her wrists over her head. She struggled for a bit, but once Mark became fatigued Jane pushed him off and put her full body weight on him.

"Kids?" Mark's mom asked as she knocked on the door. "What are you doing in there? We can hear you downstairs."

"Nothing, Mrs. Higgins," Jane responded as innocently as she could.

"We're just playing Street Fighter…in real life," Mark responded.

She had heard stranger things from the two of them, so she decided to not ask any more questions. "Okay, just don't kill each other. Or should I say Mark, don't let Jane kill you?"

"You're very funny, Mom," Mark responded sarcastically.

They were both sweaty and out of breath by the time they were finished. Jane considered it a victory for her, but Mark insisted that he let her win. Wrestling on the floor with Mark reminded Jane of her carefree days, but the moment they stopped the two of them were brought back to reality.

"What are we going to do?" Mark asked.

"Be there for them," Jane answered. "You're going to call Markie right now and give her all the reassurance that she needs. She's probably scared and unsure of everything and she's going to be scared and unsure until she takes the test, so be there for her until then and keep being there for her even after the results are in."

"You gonna tell Maura?"

"I usually tell Maura everything," Jane pointed out. "But Markie is her best friend, so I'll let her tell Maura. The two of them are going to have a lot to talk about, anyway."

"Jane?"

"What's up?"

"I love you," Mark said as he hugged her. "And we're going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah," Jane responded. "And I love you, too, I guess."

"Jane?"

"What now?"

"You smell like sweat," Mark quipped. "Go home and shower."

"And you think you smell pleasant?" Jane asked defensively. "Do you even wear deodorant?"

"You're a girl," Mark pointed out. "You're supposed to smell like flowers like Markie and Maura and every other girl does."

"I smell like you," Jane answered as she lifted her t-shirt collar up to her nose. "Wrestling made your stench rub off on me. I need to get this off before Maura comes home. Your sweat is like girl-repellant."

"Hey, Jane. Remember this?" When she stood up, he socked her in the back of the knee and nearly knocked her down.

"Damn it, Mark!" Jane fumed. She nearly stumbled, but once she regained her footing she tackled him down to the ground.

"Are you this rough with Maura?" Mark asked as Jane had his hands pinned behind his back. "No tender loving for you, is there?"

"Do you always let women make you their bitch?"

"I didn't know there was a woman on me," Mark struggled to say as he squirmed underneath Jane. "What happened to sugar and spice and everything nice?"

"That's what Maura is made of," Jane blushed. "I—I have to go."

With just minutes until Maura was due to arrive, Jane hurried home so she could get ready. While in her front yard, she picked a flower and brought it inside with her. She didn't have time to get her a card, so she grabbed a sheet of notebook paper and quickly wrote a note to Maura. The note and the flower were taped to the door so they'd be the first things that Maura saw when she got home. Jane knew it wasn't necessary to do so, but she loved her wife for better or worse, for richer or poorer and she wanted to make sure Maura knew how she felt.

Maura,

Marrying you was the best decision I've ever made.

Your devoted wife,

Jane

P.S. I smell like Mark, so I'll probably be in the shower when you get home. Feel free to wait for me on our bed with no clothes on.