First, it took Jane what felt like forever to find the phone number. Maura had always handled appointment scheduling, so Jane had to Google it. Then when Jane called, she got this minimally-helpful receptionist. "No, it's not an emergency," Jane clarified, "it's just important that I speak with her right away. She told me I could call anytime." And Little Miss 'are you in labor now' tried to pawn her off on a nurse practitioner before finally saying the doctor would call her back 'as soon as she could.' So Jane was sitting in her cruiser in the parking garage, waiting for the phone to ring. Drumming her fingers and tapping her feet. The phone rang once, but it was only Frost and she didn't want to think about work just yet, so she declined the call. She couldn't figure out if she was bored or nervous or going crazy, but probably all of the above because next thing she knew, she was talking to Echo.

"Don't worry, sweetpea, I'm going to make it right. Your mama deserves much better than the grief I been giving her lately. I just gotta make sure, be certain." Jane rubbed her belly, expecting some sort of response, but getting nothing. "I hope you're not giving me the silent treatment now." The phone rang just then, startling her. She checked the caller ID, then looked back down. "Fine, I don't need you to talk to anyway, I got a fully formed adult human. With a medical degree." She actually stuck her tongue out at her belly.

She took the call. "Hi, Dr. Filer, I just wanted to clarify something we talked about at our last appointment. And... please don't tell Maura about this, ok?"

"Of course, Jane, what can I do for you?"

"I wanted to know," she paused. How could she phrase this? "Well, pregnancy can cause you to think about sex more, right?"

"Yes, many women experience an increase in libido."

"Right, so is that more of a general thing, or can it make you think about someone in particular?"

"I'm not sure I understand your question."

"I been thinking about Maura. And I don't know what she told you, but we're not like that, we're just friends. Or at least we were until recently. I don't know what we are now, but I been thinking about her in a... more than friendly way."

"I see."

"And I wanna know if that's real, or if it's just, like, well this sounds stupid now that I say it out loud, but, if it's just the baby making me feel this way, I don't want to start anything and then end up changing my mind once the baby is born. She'd be..." Jane took a ragged breath. She didn't want to think about it. "It wouldn't be fair to her."

Jane could hear the doctor thinking. Probably she was thinking Jane was crazy. Or an idiot. Finally, she said, "Pregnancy can't make you fall in love. And it can't make you gay, if that's what you're worried about. It just makes you more of who you already are. With wider mood swings."

"So... you're saying I loved her all along, I just didn't realize it."

The doctor chuckled. "I think you've answered your own question, Jane."

"Well, damn. You should be a therapist."

"I'll consider changing professions."

"Less gross factor."

"Fewer babies."

"We're calling her Echo." Jane patted the baby again. "Like the elephant. Just for now."

"She's going to be very happy with you both."

Jane grinned. "Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome, Jane. And good luck."

After hanging up, Jane poked her belly a little bit. "What, like you knew all along? Don't be smart with me, you're just a fetus, you don't know anything." Now she wiggled around in the seat. "C'mon, wake up! I finally figure out I'm in love, and all you can do is sleep!? This is serious business!"

A knock on her driver's side window startled Jane into dropping her phone. It was Frankie. She opened the door enough to talk to him.

"Hey, Sis, whatcha doin' in there?"

"Nothing, Frankie, just talking to myself."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Better than fine." She grinned and shook her head. She probably looked like a sap, but she didn't care. "I'm perfect."

Frankie looked at her with wide eyes. "Ok, well, I think they guys are looking for you upstairs. They got a lead on that new vic."

"Ok, but can you help me find my phone?" Jane got out of the car and pointed to the floor of the car. "I can't reach down there anymore."

Frankie shook his head in wonder, but he did it. And just as he bumped his head on the steering wheel, Echo spoke up.

"Thanks, little brother," she said as she took the phone from him. "Hey, gimme your hand." She placed it on her belly so Echo could say hello to her uncle.

He smiled up at Jane when he felt it. "Whoa! She's a kicker, huh?" He shook his head again while Jane just grinned. "I don't know what's got you so happy, Janie, but it looks good on you."

Jane appeared almost blur-like to Angela when she rushed past the cafe, then impatiently pounded the elevator down button several times. She hopped anxiously from one foot to the other and beat her wrists together. Angela wondered what she was mad about until she caught Jane fixing her hair in the reflection of the cafe window, her eyes sparkling. Jane wasn't mad, she was exhilarated. She was in love. Angela was about to come out and congratulate her daughter on not being a complete fool when Jane gave up waiting for the elevator and took the stairs instead.

Maura was just covering the body when Jane burst through the swinging morgue doors. Her back was to the door and the first thing she heard, aside from Jane's abrupt stop, was, "God, you're beautiful."

Her breath became shallow and her head became dizzy, so she turned around slowly. "I'm sorry?" (It wasn't that she just wanted to hear it again, though of course she did. She honestly wasn't sure she heard correctly the first time.)

Jane took a few steps toward her, close enough to remove Maura's gloves as she explained, "I'm an idiot. A complete idiot. I'm sorry for what I've put you through." She tossed the gloves in the biohazard waste, and took a step closer, backing Maura up against the autopsy table. She held Maura's hands, rubbed her thumbs over their backs, and continued, "I want to make it up to you. And I want to start by taking you out this weekend."

Maura could feel her jaw drop. She looked down at their hands, then back up to Jane in confusion. She tried to speak, but couldn't find her voice until she cleared it. "Out?"

Jane smiled warmly, "Out. Somewhere special. I'm not sure where yet, but I'll come up with something." When Maura still didn't say anything, Jane's head tilted and she asked, "Do you need time to think about it? Should I come back with flowers and ask again?"

Maura blinked a few times, then said, "Is this what I think it is?" It was still hard to understand or believe what was happening.

"I guess I'm not doing this right." Jane dropped their hands and moved even closer, her baby bump flush against Maura and her hands inching from Maura's waist around to the small of her back. Maura's hands floated for a moment before landing on Jane's shoulders. Her breath hitched when Jane's lips brushed her ear. Jane whispered, "I love you, Maura, and I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know it. Will you go out with me this weekend?"

Maura let out a kind of whimper as she relaxed into Jane's embrace. Their heads and cheeks pressed together, Maura swallowed, then whispered simply, "Yes."

Jane's fingers squeezed just enough. Maura could feel the smile growing on Jane's face and matched it. She didn't want Jane to ever let go. Eventually her heart began to beat normally again and she pulled back just enough to see Jane's eyes smirking. She was proud of herself. Maura smirked back, gave her head a shake, and said, "What was that first thing you said?"

Jane's eyes narrowed, trying to remember. "I'm sorry?"

"Before that."

She bit her lip. "I'm an idiot?"

"I think it was 'a complete idiot.'"

Jane laughed that deep chuckle and Maura could feel it resonate between them. Jane's eyes sparkled and she admitted again, "I'm a complete idiot."

"Yes," Maura nodded. Then her eyes went to the ceiling and she hinted, "There was something before that, though. When you first walked in."

Jane's brow knit, trying to remember. Or pretending to try, Maura wasn't sure. Either way, Jane got it. She leaned in again and whispered in Maura's ear, "You're beautiful."

Maura's breath hitched again, then she said, "What's that? I didn't quite catch it."

Jane tossed her head back in laughter. "You're beautiful! And you're getting irritatingly good at sarcasm."

"And what was the other thing?"

"I'm a complete idiot."

"No, the last one."

"I love you."

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"You can prove it to me this weekend."

"Good." They just looked at each other, smiling, until Jane's phone buzzed. She reluctantly let go of Maura's waist to see that it was Frost again. She silenced it, then reached up to toy with a lock of Maura's hair. She suddenly understood why, in those Jane Austen movies Maura made her watch, the dashing young men would ask for a lock of their lovers' hair before they took their leave. "I have to go work. You wanna come with me?" She was only half-joking. She didn't want to leave.

"I'll come visit you in a little bit, when my report is ready. But you should go. Detective Frost called here about half an hour ago, looking for you. He said you weren't answering your phone."

"I was busy figuring out what an idiot I am."

"A complete idiot."

Jane grinned again, then turned to leave. Maura stopped her just as she reached the door. "Jane?" She looked back over her shoulder. "I love you, too." Maura saw Jane do a fist pump as she walked down the hallway to the elevator.