Jane steps inside the Dirty Robber and walks toward the reserved table in the back. Her mother has really outdone herself with the effort put into making their winner dinner very formal and romantic.

The white tablecloth and real cloth napkins are crisp and neat. The candles and silverware set to perfection. Angela has dimmed the lighting in the corner and has an iPod docked and quietly playing love songs.

With a confused look, Jane heads toward the kitchen to check in with her mother. Knocking on the door frame to get her attention, Jane watches Angela turn around and smile.

"Janie! You look so pretty!"

"Thanks," Jane mumbles. She is wearing a little black dress with black heels and carrying a small black clutch. Her dress reminds her of the one her mother had bought for her a few years earlier. The one she had lost in the fire. This one is new with spaghetti straps and a slightly longer hemline.

"Where's Maura?" her mother asks.

"She's on her way."

"You didn't pick her up for your 'date'?"

"No, she had some errands to run and said she'd meet me here."

"What kind of errands?"

"I don't know, Ma. I didn't ask. Grocery shopping. Dry cleaners. What does it matter? I had some stuff to do myself. No big deal."

"You don't have to get all snippy about it. I was just asking."

"I'm sorry, Ma. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I do but I don't. It's complicated."

"Is this about you and Maura?"

"Jane's eyes grow wide and her mouth goes dry. "What do you mean?"

"Angela looks at her fidgety daughter and takes her hand. "Nothing," she whispers. "It's just sometimes lately I wonder if there are things I don't know. Maybe I thought I was imagining things. That I was just seeing things that weren't really happening. But there are at least six other people who think the same thing."

"Ma?"

"You know I love you, Jane. But I don't think you know how much. Or how deep. I love everything about you. Even the parts I don't know about. Because all those parts make you who you are. And I wouldn't change one thing about you."

"What if there are parts you don't understand or agree with?"

"Doesn't matter. As long as you're happy, I'm happy for you. And you don't have to tell me everything right this second or even ever. Even though that would probably kill my nosey ass. Just know that I'll always love you. Nothing can change that."

"Thanks, Ma."

"You're welcome."

An awkward silence falls between them. Jane wonders if she should confess everything now or wait for Maura to arrive.

"I can't wait to see what Maura's wearing," Angela whispers.

"Me, too," Jane answers, swaying her shoulders and pursing her lips.

"Hmm?"

"I mean, she probably bought something new today. Something I haven't seen yet."

"Right," Angela smiles at her daughter and nods her head. "Do you want something to drink before Maura gets here?"

"Water would be fine. I'll wait to order wine. Whatever Maura usually drinks with spaghetti, I guess. You know what she likes."

"I do."

Jane looks at the floor as her mother walks away. She exhales slowly, walks back to the table, and pulls a tiny velvet box from her purse.

Confusion and indecision cloud her brain. She and Maura had agreed about coming out to her mother tonight, but they never decided on how. Now it appears as if her mother already knows about their relationship and approves.

Jane had bought the ring that afternoon to give to Maura at some point in the near future. She hasn't quite decided how to do that yet either, she just knows that it needs to be soon. Maura has been so patient and considerate of her doubts and fears, so loving and supportive for the past five years.

Hearing the bell above the door ring, Jane quickly returns the box to her purse and turns to see Maura walk inside. The blonde looks beautiful in a new red dress. It is similar to one of her blue dresses that Jane especially likes, and in a color she has always loved to see Maura wear.

Maura walks toward her with a bright smile and a bounce in her step. Her eyes never leave Jane's as she navigates her way around various tables and fellow diners with poise and grace. She finally reaches Jane, and is rewarded with a quick kiss on her pretty lips.

"Jane?" she asks with shock, looking around to see if anyone witnessed the public display of affection.

Jane just smiles. "How are you so perfect?" Jane whispers. "How am I so lucky?"

"No one is perfect, Jane. And I'm the lucky one."

Jane gently takes Maura's hand and leads her toward their table. Pulling out a chair she urges Maura to sit down. As the blonde complies, Jane leans down and whispers into her ear, "I think Ma already knows about us."

Maura's bright eyes widen in shock as she watches Jane sit down. "What makes you think that?" she whispers.

"She just gave me this long speech about not believing what she thought she saw but other people see it too so maybe it's true. And she loves me, every part of me, even the parts she doesn't know...it was surreal."

"Are you sure was talking about our relationship?"

"Well, she wasn't talking about my love of interpretive dance."

Maura gives her a knowing smirk.

"I didn't confirm or deny anything but we both knew what we were talking about."

"This is good, right? She seemed supportive?"

"Very supportive."

"What do we do now? Should we just tell her the truth?"

"I have an idea. Just act normal and follow my lead."

"What's your plan?"

"Just trust me," Jane whispers as her mother returns.