Trent leaves the room. Maura turns, and looks at Allison, in disappointment.

"That was rude."

"I'm sorry. Next time I will try to be more polite to my sperm donor."

"Why are you being so awful?"

"Excuse me?"

"I have done everything I can to try to make this work. I am trying, and nothing I do is good enough for you. Why is that?"

"I'm still angry, with you," Allison admits.

"You can't hold on to that, forever. I know that I have made mistakes, a lot of them, but at some point you have to forgive me."

"I don't have to do anything."

"Why are you so bitter?"

"Wouldn't you be too?"

"Allison, I can't do this."

"So what are you going to do? Are you just going to walk away, like you always do?"

"You are pushing me away. You have been doing this, for years. I try to get close, and you push me away. Why? What are you so afraid of?"

"I am not afraid of anything," Allison lies.

"Really?"

"I do not want to get attached to you."

"What? That is the most ridiculous thing I have heard you say, thus far."

"I'm sorry, but it's true."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you're good at leaving. I don't want to get attached to you, just to have you walk away, again. You always find something, or someone else, to shower your attention on."

"Why are you acting like you are eleven years old?"

"I'm sorry, but I think that I have a right to be angry."

"You do, but I'm not the only one that you're angry at, am I?"

"I..."

"I have always done whatever you asked me to."

"That's what you're supposed to do."

"I know. I am your mother."

"Why is that so hard for you to say? Why are you so ashamed of me?"

"We have been over this, a million times. I am not ashamed of you. I am ashamed of the choices that I made."

"To get me. That is the same as saying that you are ashamed of me."

"No," Maura argues, "it's not. Not at all."

"How do you figure?"

"I was a young, naive, teenaged girl. That being said, I should have known better. I was sixteen, when I got pregnant with you. That is nothing to be proud of. I love you, more than you even know, but..."

"See, there is always a but."

"I love you no matter what," Maura clarifies.

"But?"

"No but. I just wish that I had been able to have you, under different circumstances. I wish that I had been older, that i had been ready to have you, and raise you, but I wasn't. I am not ashamed of you. I have never been ashamed of you. I am ashamed of myself."

"Why? Girls get pregnant at sixteen all the time."

"That doesn't make it ok. I wasn't ready. Because I wasn't ready, you had to deal with situations, that you never should have had to deal with."

"Why are you ashamed of yourself?"

"Because I was young, but I made that an excuse. I made it an excuse as to why, I couldn't be your mother. I could have raised you, I could have figured out a way, but I didn't. I didn't give you what you needed the most, and that is what I am ashamed of."

"You were just a kid."

"I was old enough to make you," Maura points out.

"Sometimes I wonder why you even had me."

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I have you?"

"You were sixteen. You were pregnant, with a baby, that you didn't want, and couldn't take care of. Why did you have me? Why didn't you choose..."

Maura cuts her off, "I did want you."

"I don't believe that."

"Why not?"

"You had to be scared out of your mind."

"I was, but that doesn't mean that I didn't want you."

"You could have chosen not to have me, and no one would have ever known."

"I would have known," Maura responds.

"No one else would have. You're a doctor, don't you believe that it's a woman's right to choose?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why didn't you make that choice?"

"Every woman has the right to choose that, if she wants. That is not what I wanted."

"You could have gotten to do all the things that everyone else your age did. You wouldn't have had to miss out."

"Allison, I don't know if you've noticed, but I've never been like my peers."

"I know, and it can be incredibly annoying."

"One day, you will understand."

"When?"

"When you have a child of your own."

"I do not think that I will ever understand how you could have chosen to let them raise me. They weren't any good at being your parents, why would you think they would do a better job with me?"

"First of all, people can change. Second of all, I thought that it was the best thing that I could do for you."

"Give me to a couple who is cold, and emotionally distant?"

"People who could provide for you," Maura answers.

"I would have rather lived in poverty," Allison admits.

"You don't mean that."

"I do."

"Why?"

"Growing up, all I ever wanted, was you. I just wanted you to love me. And I never felt that."

"I did love you."

"You should have tried harder."

"The past is the past. One day you will understand that."

"Understand what?"

"Having a child, that you are responsible for, that you would do anything you could, for. Your own flesh, and blood. You make decisions because you think that they are right. They won't always be, but you do your best. Sometimes your best won't be good enough. Sometimes you will be wrong."

Allison chokes up, she furrows her brow, and tries to look away, as the tears start to form, as she makes the realization, "I will probably never have that chance."