Maura keeps peeking out the kitchen window, as she prepares dinner. Allison sits at the island, watching her.

"Why do you keep looking out the window."

"No, reason," Maura lies as she stirs.

"Is Jane stopping by, after work?"

"Not that I know of, why?"

"I thought maybe you were looking for her."

"No," Maura shakes her head.

"The two of you are thicker than thieves," Allison comments.

"She is the first true friend that I've had."

"How many times did she call you today?"

"A few."

"Did you answer her?"

"Yes," Maura confirms.

"Can I ask you something, without you getting offended?"

"You can try."

"It seems to me like Jane..."

Maura cuts her off, completely aware of where Allison is headed, "Jane is completely heterosexual."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"You spend a lot of time with her.

"She's my best friend. I have never had a friend like her. She's like a sister to me. We don't always agree about things, but we support each other, for the simple fact that we're friends."

"I see."

"Haven't you ever had a friend like that?"

"Only once," Allison admits.

"Who?""You."

"I don't count."

"Nate, but... I slept with him."

"Yes, you keep reminding me of that."

"Sorry, I'll stop."

Maura sees the headlights in the driveway. She feels her stomach twist into knots. She turns the burner off, and pivots towards Allison. She looks her in the eyes.

"Allie, there is something I should tell you."

"What?"

"When you took a nap earlier, I borrowed your phone."

"Why? You have your own."

"I did something bad."

"What?"

"I called Nate."

"What? Why would you do that?"

"I knew that you hadn't."

"Unbelievable. What did you tell him?"

"I just told him that you were here, and that you were safe. I told him that you were upset, but that you would be ok."

"Oh, and what did he say?"

"He said that you haven't been answering his calls, or returning his texts. He said that he's been worried sick about you."

"Why are you telling me this, now?"

The knock on the door answers her question. Allison looks at Maura in utter disbelief. Maura tries to beat Allison to the door, but she's unsuccessful. Allison pushes her out of the way.

"That better not be him," she warns, as she reaches for the door handle.

"Sorry."

Allison pulls the door open. She finds a statuesque man standing before her. He stares at her, with big eyes, that are full of worry. He has a duffle bag over his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?"

"I knew something was wrong, when she told me that you came home."

"I'm fine," she assures him.

He smiles at her, "Don't lie to me. You know that I know, when you're lying."

"Come in," she steps aside.

By this point Maura has returned to the kitchen. Nate puts his bag down, near the door, and slips off his shoes. Allison shakes her head.

"I have told you, you don't have to do that."

"My mother raised a gentlemen, it's a sign of respect."

"She's in the kitchen," Allison tells him.

"As much as I love your mother, I am here to see you."

"I would be offended, if you didn't at least come in here, and say hello," Maura calls out.

He makes his way into the kitchen. He pulls her into a hug. Finally he lets go, and smiles at her, "Nice to see you again, Maura."

"Allison is going to tell you, what's going on, or I will."

He looks to Allison. She stares at him, with guilt. "I'm ready," he reassures her, yet he runs his hand through this blonde hair, nervously.

"Have a seat," she suggests.

The chiseled, well muscled, twenty-something, takes a seat on a barstool, in front of the island, in the center of the kitchen.

"Are you going to tell me why you were so upset, when you came home?"

Allison nods, "I found out that the cancer is back," she replies flatly.

He feels his heart sink. He feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him, "Oh."

"And I decided that I don't want to pursue treatment."

"Why not? Allison, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

"I'm sorry."

"Allison, I don't want to lose you."

"I know."

"I don't think that you do. Kate, and I broke up. Allie, I love you. After you came back, I realized, you are the only girl I ever want to be with."

"I hope that one day you will feel differently."

"Why? Why would you say that?"

"Because one day, I'm going to be gone. I hope that you can find someone else."

"I don't think that I would want to. I love you, and only you."

"You are not making this any easier."

"Good. This shouldn't be easy. You should get treatment. You should want to live, and have a life, with me."

"I do."

"So what's the problem?" he inquires.

"I want our baby, more."