She opens the door, to allow the party on the other side, entrance. Barry steps in. He closes the door behind himself. Jane returns to the couch. He makes his way across the room, to join her. She flips off the TV, as he takes a seat.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just coming to see how you're doing."

"I'm pregnant, not terminally ill."

"For you, pregnancy is as bad as a terminal illness."

"I'm fine," she lies through her teeth, not making eye contact. She chews on her cuticle. She tries to ignore the thoughts swirling around in her head, like a tempest.

"Jane," he touches her leg, "What's on your mind?"

She briefly makes eye contact, and then looks away, "Nothing."

"Don't lie to me. Just tell me what's on your mind."

"Something my mother said, or didn't say. Something she almost said."

"What?"

"They're going to bastards."

"What?"

"Our babies are going to be bastards."

"No," he argues, "they're not."

"By the technical definition, they are."

"And that bothers you?"

"Yes," she admits.

"Jane, look at me," he insists.

She makes eye contact. "What do you want to do? What can I do?"

"Nothing," she shakes her head.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't expect you to marry me."

"Is that what you want?"

"No, I have never wanted that."

"You know, it's ok, if you do."

"I'm not there yet. I can barely wrap my head around the fact that I'm pregnant, that there is something growing inside of me."

"If you want that, it's ok."

"I am not asking you to marry me."

"But you don't want our babies to be bastards."

"Exactly."

"Jane, no one is going to think that."

"Yes," she argues, "They will."

"And even though you can barely wrap your head around the fact that you're pregnant, your first instinct is to protect them, from all the bad in the world."

"That's my job, isn't it?"

"Don't borrow trouble."

"Do you think that this is a mistake?"

"It was an accident, a happy accident."

"Happy? Whose happy? Are you happy, because I don't think that I am."

"No one said that you have to go through with this."

"I already told my mother."

"I know."

"I am going to do this."

"Are you sure?"

She shrugs, "I am so scared. I don't like feeling like I have no control."

"I know."

"What if I have to give up my job? I know that it's selfish, to even think about choosing my job, over..."

He cuts her off, "You worked your whole life to get where you are. It's not selfish, to worry that it will all fall apart, because now your life is changing. Now you've got something to lose."

"I'm sorry, that I ever dragged you into this. I crossed a line."

"You didn't do this, on your own. I was there too."

"Now, what are we supposed to do?"

"We take it one day at a time."

"And if I lose it?"

"I'll be here, to pick you up."

"I am not the maternal type. What if..."

"Not this again."

"Frost, it's a valid question. I may not be a good mother."

"Ok."

"Ok? What if I can't do this?"

"You can do anything that you set your mind to."

"But, what if I can't?"

"Then I will. Jane, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you. I am not going to leave those babies, ever. I'm here for them, for you, forever."

"Frost, you don't have to."

"Why do you keep trying to let me off the hook?"

"Because you're too young to be saddled with two kids, by your partner. You're too young, to have to choose. It's not fair to you. What if tomorrow you go out, and meet the woman of your dreams? She's perfect, and you want to spend the rest of your life with her, but you can't, because of me?"

"If she's perfect, she won't care."

"I don't want to hold you back."

"You're not."

"What if you find the perfect girl, and..."

He cuts her off, "I already have."

"Who?"

He just smiles, and pleas the fifth.

"Frost? Who?"

"You don't have anything to be jealous of."

"Why not? Who is she? I want to know."

"You're ridiculous, you know that, right?"

"Why do you say that?"

"One second you tell me that you don't want to get married. You insist that you want to let me off the hook. And the second I say that there might be someone else, you get jealous. You try to pretend that we're just partners. You act as if the thought of us being together, has never crossed your mind. You try to let your head do all the thinking. It's wrong to want to be with me, I'm your partner. You don't feel that way about me. And, then I mention that I've already met the perfect girl, and you flip your lid. Explain that one to me."

"I'm complicated."

"Explain it, and I'll tell you who it is," he bargains.

"I shouldn't want to be with you. You're my partner. You have my back. It is never a line that should have been crossed. Now, it has been crossed, and I can't uncross it. I'm so confused. I wonder what it would be like, if we were together, because I want these babies to have two parents, who are together, and who love each other..." she trails off.

"But?"

"But I'm not ready. I'm not ready for forever."

"Because everyone who has ever gotten that close, has walked away. Did you ever think that maybe, you push people away, to keep them from getting too close?"

"Yes."

"I'm not going anywhere. I am just as stubborn as you are. You can push all you want, I already know all of your tricks. You aren't going to push me away."

"Who is it? I have to know."

He smiles, "That's a silly question."

"Why?"

"Because it's obvious."

"Who is it?"

"It's you."