Disclaimers: I don't own a thing!

A/N: Welcome back! This is the first of what I plan to be several one-shots and multi-shots about the family unit created in Grabbing Our Future. I am so excited! I will be posting a version of this in the "T" section and another one with added scenes in the "M" section. I may not do this for every story, but I did for this one. I had a scene I wanted to try my hand at that really needed to be "M". Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Living our Future: First Thanksgiving

"Jane…Jane…Jane!" I try to wake my wife gently. Or if not wake her, at least rouse her enough so I can extricate myself from her arms. On a usual morning, I would turn in her hold and kiss her awake before the baby needed to be attended to. However, this is NOT a usual morning and I must get up. "Jane!" That's it…drastic measures must be taken. I pinched Jane's arm.

"Ow! Damn, Maur…what was that for?!" Jane quickly wakes and pulls away beginning to rub her arm.

"Sorry, baby, but I have to get up. I couldn't get you to wake up and let me go. I have to go get the turkey on, get the pies in the oven, start the bread, and…" she interrupts my ramble by pressing her lips to mine.

"M. Relax. Everything is going to be wonderful. It's just a family dinner…we have those every week."

"A family dinner?! Are you insane? It is our first Thanksgiving as a family, and I am the hostess. My parents are coming. Uncle Stephen and Aunt Elizabeth are joining us. A family dinner…I can't believe you said that!" I may feel hives coming on…dear lord! A family dinner…sheesh.

"Sweetheart. I know it's a big deal…I get that, but you are the best hostess in Boston and you've been working your ass off…"

"Language."

"OK, your butt off…everything is going to be perfect." She moved to take me in her arms again. Her warmth and scent begin to seduce me. "Maybe I should help you relax a little bit…ya' know it's the least I can do since you won't let me in the kitchen." She starts by kissing along my jaw and down to my neck.

"NO!" I push at her and begin to pull myself up and out of bed. "Jane. I can't let you do this now." I take a deep breath and reach for my robe. "You helped me relax quite well last night, thank you."

"Anytime, babe." Her smirk reflected her pride in knowing how well she had treated me for over an hour last night before sleep took us. Focused Jane Rizzoli-Isles attention in bed is a wondrous thing…God, it was great.

"I love you, Jane. And I apologize in advance for any overreactions I have today. I just want things to be perfect. It has been a year of amazing changes. We have so very much to be thankful for, and I want to celebrate with all of our family."

"And it will be great…but don't stress yourself, sweetheart. Everyone will be happy to eat tons of food and play with Jackson. You don't have to do so much. I want you to enjoy it and not be a basket-case all day."

"A basket-case? Is that what you think I am because I want to do something nice for our family? Because I want to celebrate our first holiday as a couple and with our son?"

"Maura….breath…this is what I'm talking about. Relax!"

I take a deep breath and stare at my wife who is still lounging in bed. As I begin to speak, Jackson begins to cry. "I need you to be Mama all day, ok? I will be preparing for our guests to arrive, so Jack is yours. I'm going to go steal a kiss from him now while you get up, but he'll need his breakfast and…"

"Maura, go. I know what Jack needs in the mornings. I play Mama all the time."


"Your mommy is losing her mind, little man. Seriously…I wish you were old enough to commiserate with me. I'm on my own here, dude." I change Jackson's diaper and share my thoughts on the events of the morning already. He is such a happy baby. And, God, he's getting big. He can sit up by himself, and I think he will try to crawl soon. A mobile Jacksy will mark a huge change for us. I sorta like putting him down somewhere and knowing he'll be there when I get back! He already can roll over enough that he'll roll himself off his play matt. Six and a half+ months…it is just unreal sometimes.

"C'mon, sweet boy…let's go get some breakfast…but be very nice to Mommy…I don't want to get in any more trouble!" He looks at me with his big brown Rizzoli eyes and smiles. I just want to hold him and look at him all day.

"Boom, boom, boom….wheee! Down the stairs we go….Hi, Mommy! I'm ready for breakfast!" I pound down the stairs with him and fly him to see Maura.

"Hello, again, sweetheart." She takes him and kisses his face. I love to watch her with him. She is softer…more than she usually is. Love just pours from her. In her every movement you can see how much she loves him. She talks to him softly about the day ahead while I get his bottle and cereal ready. "Oh, Mama has your cereal and bananas ready. You love your bananas, don't you? They are so good for you…full of vitamins and potassium essential for a healthy diet."

"Ok, nutrition lesson is on hold…let's go little man." I put Jack in his high chair, strap him in, and set up his tray. We are ready for breakfast. "Go ahead and do your thing Mommy…don't mind us. We'll just stay out of your way."

"Thank you…" At least that earned me a quick kiss to the side of my head. Glad I got some action last night because I am getting the feeling that I will not see the loving side of my wife for the next 12 hours, at least. Crazy, anal-retentive Maura has come to visit today.


The turkey is two hours from coming out of the oven to rest, the last of the pies is in the oven, and the stuffing is cooking. I have set the table with the china and silver. The wine is chilling, the beer is on ice, and the bread is rising. Guests will arrive in two and a half hours. Things are progressing nicely. I'm so glad I decided upon a mid-afternoon meal. Jackson can eat his lunch and be down for his long nap while the adults eat. He will be ready to be passed around and played with by the time dinner is complete.

So far things have gone as I wanted. Jane and Jack watched the Macy's parade as I worked in the kitchen, but it felt as if I were with them since Jane narrated the entire event to Jack like she was a network anchor. She had so much fun…and I must admit, my heart swelled with love and pride listening to her. She is such a wonderful mother, loving our son without reservation. She holds herself back from everyone but me and Jackson. We get the real Jane…the whole Jane. As I have prepared our meal, I've taken account of all the blessings of the year. The list is almost too long to enumerate, but at the top are my wife and my son. I would have never envisioned this last holiday season, but I am more happy and fulfilled than any woman has a right to be.

Angela arrived to assist me by mid-morning, and I have enjoyed the comfortable working relationship we have. After so many Rizzoli family meals, we have a system and rapport that allows us to work with precision. Until Jane decides to interrupt it.

"Hey! What do you ladies have for two hungry Rizzoli-Isles type people? Jack and I need a little something." She comes in and places herself and the baby right in our path.

"Jane. Please scoot over, so your mother and I can continue with dinner preparations."

"Oops…Sorry. I'd like to feed Jack his lunch. Can I do that?"

"Yes, I've set aside a little Thanksgiving meal for him. Baby sweet potatoes, cereal with apples, and milk." I direct her to the tray that already contained Jack's lunch.

"Thank you, Mommy!" She moves him to his high chair and begins to feed him in the kitchen. I guess that is better than taking the chance at soiling the dining area. For most of his meal, things go well. When she begins to allow him to try to hold his own spoon, I get concerned.

"Jane. I know he is trying to hold the spoon, but I don't think today is a good training day. I do not want to have any messes this close to guests."

"I got it, Maur. He's fine." She smiles that cocky smile. I love it, but today it does not reassure me. Today, it actually miffs me in a way. I stifle my desire to respond in a way which might cause friction and let the issue drop. Until Jane begins to chat with her mother whining about wanting to sample the pies and paying a little less attention to the not quite 7-month-old with a spoon and baby food. I turn around to find Jack with cereal spilled on the tray, some on the floor, and more on his own head.

"Jane! What are you doing?!" I shriek. She quickly turns to be greeted with cereal in her own face and a smiling baby. God…he is a Rizzoli through and through. He appears to be pleased with himself.

"Yikes! Jack…dude! What's up?!" She actually has the nerve to laugh. "I don't really need to eat baby cereal, man. I get the real food later but thanks for thinking of me!" How can she ignore the mess! Granted it could be bigger and worse, but I had things perfect!

"Jane! Clean that up…clean him up…and yourself!"

"Maura! Don't freak…it's not that big a deal, sheesh."

"'Not that big a deal'! Really! Now he needs a bath, the floor needs to be cleaned, and you are not ready. I thought you understood!"

"Maura. Stop." She begins to stiffen and her voice is coming out like Detective Rizzoli-Isles with a suspect.

"Don't take that tone with me, Jane. I didn't ask for much today…"

"Maura. Stop, I mean it. This is a great day…I've had fun with our son and things smell wonderful. It will be wonderful, but do not start a fight. I will clean and get things back like you want them, but you have to stop." Her eyes were hard, and I'm certain matched the look that I was giving her. We were at a stand-off. We didn't disagree often, but we were still stubborn independent women…we could have quite the tiff at times.

"Tell you what, girls! I'll clean up the high chair and the mess on the floor. It really isn't too bad. Jane, why don't you take care of Jack and yourself. Maura, you can finish up the sweet potato prep. How's that sound?" I had forgotten Angela was in the room for a minute. Later, I'm sure I'll be embarrassed by my actions and tone with my mother-in-law present, but right now, I'm mad.

"Sounds good, Ma. Thank you." She takes Jackson who is still happy and oblivious to the tension in the room. Jane gets more mess on her as she embraces the baby. "I'll be down later."

A few moments of silence reign after Jane leaves the room. Angela cleans the cereal off the kitchen floor and washes the high chair down. Evidence of the scene was gone in less than five minutes. I realize quite quickly that I have overreacted. "I'm sorry, Angela." I speak softly in stark contrast to the voice I spoke with to Jane.

"It is ok, sweetie. I remember my first Thanksgiving with Frank's family. I was so nervous. I just wanted things to be extra special and to show off a little. I wanted everyone to know that I could be a great wife, mother, cook, housekeeper, hostess…well, great everything."

"That's what I want to do today. It's a big day, but Jane just keeps telling me to relax."

"Of course she does. She loves you. She knows how great you are, she doesn't feel the same pressure." She reaches an arm around my shoulders to comfort me. "But she also knows that everyone coming here today realizes the same things…you are a great wife, mother, hostess…you have it all and can do it all. You are an amazing woman, Maura. I am grateful to have you as a daughter."

"Thank you, Angela. I'm sorry for reacting so poorly. I had so much fun watching Jane with Jack today. She seemed to be enjoying the whole experience, and I think I was a little jealous that she was having fun while I was stressed. Of course, she asked to help and I refused her."

"Maura. I have never seen Janey so happy…ever. Her whole life she has been a fighter. Whether it was her brothers, or the neighbor kids, or just whoever told her she couldn't do something. She fought for a spot to call her own…for respect. She just kept fighting even when she had earned respect and a place where she belonged at the BPD. Until you. She transformed when you arrived. I've heard people talk about soul-mates, but I've never really seen it before. You complete my daughter in a way I had only dreamt she would find. Today is a special day for her, too. She gets to show her family off to others. She smiles more, laughs more…she is content and at peace. A holiday meal like this would ordinarily cause her to want to 'live through it' and go home alone. I think she loves this family but even with us things didn't feel quite right to her. But now…now she feels it. This is her family. Someone chose her as a wife…chose her to love…just Jane for Jane." She squeezes my shoulders tighter and kisses my head. "Thank you, Maura, for making her happy. You gave me the greatest gift…and let's not even start about my Jacksy-bear!"

I cannot help but laugh which clearly was her intent. The Rizzoli's and their humor to lighten a serious, emotional moment. I wipe away the stray tears that have fallen as I listened to her speak. "Angela, I am sorry for acting the way I did. I let my fears and desires to attain perfection today greatly cloud my judgment about what is important."

"I understand, Maura…I really, really do. But…maybe you should go tell your wife?" She pulled away from me and began to work on the sweet potatoes. "I'll take care of the last prep…you go up and check on things. Take your time." She ends with a wink thrown at me. Hmmm. I grab an item from the refrigerator and head upstairs.


After Jack is clean and down for his nap, I head to the master bathroom to clean up and get ready. I'm still a pissed at Maura, but I am trying to understand the pressure she's put on herself for today. I strip out of my messy clothes and can't help but chuckle a little bit again…Jack was proud of himself. He hadn't made a mess before! Little stinker…not the best time to discover that talent but damn it was funny. Later…much later…maybe Maura would laugh, too. Hope so.

Stepping into our shower, I let the warm water clean me up and wash away the tension I gained during the little kitchen scene. I'm so proud of Maura, and things are looking great…I wish she could just enjoy the day and not worry. She is an awesome mom, and she's missing Jack's first holiday because she is so worried about guests. She'll regret that later. Hearing the shower door open, I turn my head to find a very naked woman eyeing me.

"Hello…are we still fighting?" I ask not sure what the answer will be.

"I'm sorry, Jane. I was a bitch. You didn't deserve that… can you forgive me?"

"First of all…I have a young son, lady…watch that potty mouth." I walk toward her as I speak, "secondly, I love my wife, and I know she pushes herself too hard sometimes. That kind of pressure can make anyone act bitchy. So…yes, all is forgiven." I take her in my arms, and lean in to kiss her. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, Jane." She continues the kiss after her whispered words. After a few moments of very pleasant naked, wet kissing she pulls back. "You never got your snack did you?"

"Nope."

"You wanted something sweet, right?" I wasn't sure where this was going, but I was starting to get hopeful that the day was distinctly looking up.

"Yes." I say cautiously. Then Maura pulls a can of whipped cream from behind her back. "Oh, God…Happy Thanksgiving to me."

Maura pulled back from me then sprayed cream over both of her breasts, and looked at me with a serious expression. "I know it isn't Pecan Pie, but perhaps it will tide you over." With a moan that came up from my toes, I practically lunged at her. I attacked her breasts with my tongue, teeth, and lips. I licked at the cream and sucked at her nipples with fervor. Maura tastes great without anything added, but whipped cream on the rack of God? Words can't describe it.

"Oh, Jane…that feels great…keep sucking…" I do not need her encouragement, in fact I want to make sure not to hurt her. I feel like I can't stop. "Harder, Jane…go on, do what you want." Seeing that I had already devoured the initial cream, she sprays more down her chest then drops the can and grabs my head. I clean her off again and am about to go down to my knees to change my feasting when she stops me. "Jane…I'm sorry I spoke to you the way I did."

"Sweetie…it's forgotten…" I give her a real smile, no smirk, so that she understands I really have let it go. When she responds with a smile of her own, I send the Rizzoli smirk her way, "Now…I'd like to get back to my snack..please?"

"Nope…you came up here to get cleaned up, and I feel that I should help you." She pushed me until my back met the shower wall. Then she picked up her cream can and proceeded to spray both of my breasts with the white sweet fluff. She made a trail down my abs and plopped some at the top of my mound. "Now, sweetheart…I can't have you sticky and messy for dinner, can I? I need to help you, I believe."

Oh dear God…did she ever help me. She licked at my breasts while caressing my sides and touching over my ass. She sucked my nipples and moaned as she cleaned off the cream. She bit gently but firmly and tongued my nubs when all the cream was gone. "Those are clean…I made certain." Her very talented tongue started to clean down my chest and my abs. She bent to her knees grabbing my ass full out now. She flattened her tongue on my stomach and licked long strokes up and around until no white remained. She looked up at me with those shining hazel eyes and simply smiled. I smiled back…at least I think I did. My brain wasn't exactly functioning really well right now. "I love you, Jane."

"God. I love you, M. You are everything to me."

"I know," a wink from my wife was priceless. I love that side of her that is reserved for me. She never took her eyes off of me as she leaned forward. I sucked in a breath knowing where she was headed. God I loved it when she went down on me. She is so deliberate and skilled. She works with precision and has learned over these months together exactly what I like and when I like it. She removes one hand from my ass and moves it around to open me up to her inspection. "You are a bit messier here than elsewhere."

"Damn right I am, woman." I say on a gasp and chuckle.

"I may have to work harder here…hmmm." And she set about it. One long lick turned into two and then three. Then she alternated strokes and sucks to my clit.

"Dear…Lord…that is…amazing…ahhhh….I won't…last long baby…"

"Don't try, dear." She spoke with a humor in her voice. But she seemed to take my words as a challenge. She moved her other hand from my ass and added it to her assault on me. Now one hand held me open for her to work while the other began to drive into me with two fingers. As my legs begin to shake, she speaks again. "Jane…I love you…you are all I'll ever need…you and our children…I want you to come for me…show me you like what I can do to you, only me." She goes harder into me and sucked my clit while tonguing it at the same time.

That's it…I'm gone. "Damn…Mauraaaa….awwww…" Little shrieks, cries, and pants come from my mouth. I sorta hate that sound coming from me. I think it sounds so girly, but she can bring me to the point of not giving a damn like no one ever has in my entire life. I will give her those cries every day of my life if she'll let me. It is just hers. I slide to the seat in our shower with her guidance; Maura never removes her hands from me and softly touches me to allow me to ride the orgasm out to its fullest. She brings me down and kisses my lower lips softly, lovingly. She moves her soft touches and kisses up my body. Caressing me as well…loving me.

"Hi…" She smiles as she sits across my lap on the shower seat. She leans in and kisses me deeply and with passion. I can taste myself mixed with sweet cream on her tongue. I wrap my arms completely around her so I can feel her body fully pressed against mine.

"Hi…I love you, Maura. I am thankful for you. Thankful that you love me."

"Happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart." She kisses me again then pulls back extending her hand to me. "Let's get ready for our family dinner together, shall we?"


As dessert was being served, Angela calls from the kitchen, "Maura! I can't seem to find the whipped cream can. I know I bought some at the store…how strange." Hopefully no one noticed the sudden flushing of their hostesses.

TBC...