"It's just a scar, Maur," Jane cooed as the ME ran her hand over, the three inch healed incision across the detective's abdomen. "It wasn't my first and probably won't be my last." Summer came with a vengeance, the temperature teetered between sweltering and hell. The Rizzolis found themselves most evenings laying in the hammock Jane built on their deck and this one was no different.
"At least we'll have matching scars," Maura smiled halfcocked "Well not exactly, the pfannenstiel incision will be more aesthetically pleasing, than one after a bullet through the gut." Maura tugged Jane's Boston PD shirt back in place, then pushed a few sweaty strands behind the detective's ear.
"Did my wife say "gut"? I promise, I'm going to figure out how to work that high tech gadget you call a camera before this baby comes. Anyway Dr. Rizzoli, I thought you liked my scars." Jane readjusted Maura's weight careful not to capsize the blue hammock.
"I do. Every single scar you have is a testament to your strength and resilience. When I kiss your scars, it's a constant reminder that I fall asleep in the arms of a warrior. I am not a warrior, I'm a pregnant woman with a deformed birthing canal and they have to cut my baby out."
"Cut your baby out," Jane laughed "So you're finally freaking out, I read about this in all of the forty books you've left on my desk, my side of the bed, the driver's seat of my squad car and the Range. Some women go back and forth between nesting and crazy."
"Not funny," Maura deadpanned.
"Maura, come on you were able to perform a caesarian and you'd only done one. Not to mention you were covered in mud, four months pregnant, and I was helping. We've talked to the doctor, you are a doctor. Everything is going to be fine."
"Everything is going to be fine," Maura repeated after a deep breath. "For the last time, it was clay. Utah clay."
"I've been thinking, after all the stuff with Pop and Ma. Frankie and I at odds. This kid has two wonderful parents, it genetic identity doesn't matter. I know that's what you're really worried about."
"Are you sure, Jane?" Maura whimpered.
"Yea, what good will come in me knowing. You should know for health reasons, but I want to see Dominic or Adrianna Rizzoli as my kid. If it's Frankie's I'm not sure, I could handle it. Ignorance is bliss."
"Rizzoli features are very dominant," Maura stated "You would know." She slid from her comfortable spot and stood to her feet, so she could really face Jane to read her expression.
"I could have an idea but it's not in black and white and the donor we chose had a lot of my features as well. Don't push the issue, Maur. I just want to forget last winter completely if I could. Everything with exception of all the baby stuff. We still haven't caught Terry and Mikey's killer."
"Dominic and Adrianna, those are your two choices," Maura smiled. "That's a long way from anything but Franco, Frank, Francesco, Frankie. I'm ok with those choices although…."
"Although, what Maur," Jane chided.
"They sound a little…well mobish. We should be careful with the surname Rizzoli. Doyle will have no problem picking out his grandchild," Maura winced
"I better not see Patrick Doyle in ten miles of my child or it will be a fuckstorm," Jane spat.
"Lang…I'm too pregnant and it's too hot to care," Maura winced. "I'm going to start dinner."