If anyone follows me on Tumblr (sashaalexanderisalesbianatheart) then you've probably read this.
I've decided to create a 'mini series' of Married Rizzles with a 3 year old daughter named Emerson.
Cute, fluffy, feels all along the way.
I have permission from my friend to use the photo of her daughter for 'my' Emerson :).

Some words have been modified to suit a 3 year old ;)
- MT x


"Reach for tha sky!" Emerson Isles-Rizzoli appeared in the kitchen wearing her Toy Story cowboy hat.

"Better do as she says, babe." Maura nudged her wife and the pair stretched their hands up in the air.

"I'm takin you and the durtle hostage too." Emerson declared in a loud voice.

"Now sweetie, we've been over this many times, Bass is a Tortoise." Maura calmly spoke.

"Not allowed ta talk mommy we're playing!" Emerson stomped her foot on the ground.

"Yeah Maur, we're playing." Jane smirked.

Emerson placed her two hands together and folded her fingers to make a pretend gun like Jane had showed her. "Don't make me use my wep-pin mommy!"

"She's got a gun, Maur, this is serious." Jane played along. "What can we do, Em?"

"That's cowgirl Em to you Mama," Emerson walked closer to Jane. "Now with your hands on your head, both mommy and mama need to walk to the couch and sit quietly."

Jane and Maura placed their hands on their heads and walked to the couch, doing as their child had said.

Jo Friday sat with a bright pink bow on her collar, Bass was there with his head hiding in the shell, and Emerson's pet tortoise Jessie sat on the coffee table.

"Now you can't talk unless I ask you to speak okay mommy and mama?" Emerson watched as her parents nodded. "Now, you're under interrograting, Mama do you know anything about my favourite Toy Story juice cup breaking?"

"I'm sorry Em, I really don't have any idea." Jane shook her head, silently cheering how smart her three year old was for remembering how to "interrograte" suspects.

"Where were you on the night of the 15th?" Emerson placed her hands on her hips and stared Jane down.

Jane thought for a moment.

"I was at work."

"Can anybody veryfly that mama?" Emerson continued to stare at her brunette mother.

"Uncle Frost and Uncle Korsak can, they were with me all night! I swear!" Jane pretended to hesitate.

"What about you mommy?"

"Yes, Emerson?" Maura had sat trying to hold in laughter.

"Where were you on the 15th when my Toy Story glass broke?" The curly haired blonde toddler pouted and crossed her eyebrows.

"I was at home." Came Maura's innocent reply.

"Who can veryfly that?"

"You were home, but you were in bed." Maura wanted to poke her wife in the side as she could see her laughing.

"Mommy, did you break my glass?" Emerson moved and stood in front of the doctor.

"Absolutely not!" Maura shook her head as she finished speaking.

"Mama," Emerson turned to Jane. "Can you tell me why Mommy is breaking out in hibes?"

"Cause your Mommy lied, Cowgirl Em!" Jane fell to the side and started laughing.

Maura giggled and moved her hands to her neck and massaged the tight area.

"I sentence you to 3 lifes mommy!" Emerson walked over and placed her hands on Maura's knees. "You owe me a new toy story glass!"