A/N: A little something set roughly 6-7 months post series.

Spoilers: For nothing and everything.

Disclaimer: I own my own smile, not Lisbon's or Jane's or anything else related to The Mentalist.

"What are you doing?" She was lying on her back, eyes closed but still she could feel his eyes on her, examining her, slowly mapping her out.

"I was watching you sleep."

"Well that's a bit creepy, don't you think."

"'Nah.., the only creepy thing is your snoring, you sound like a rhinoceros."

"Hey." She indignantly lashed her left hand out at him hitting him in the stomach. He swiftly caught her small hand in his large one, brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently, that made her open her eyes and turn her head towards him. He was lying on his side observing her. He smiled as he saw her sleepy green eyes meet his and she smiled back, cranking up the corners of her mouth a little extra at the sides indicating that he wasn't entirely forgiven for the comment. "You know it's your own fault I'm snoring."

"How so?"

"You're the reason I'm half the size of a whale right now, and twice as ugly."

"Teresa, you're the most beautiful snoring whale I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Oh stop it." A nice rosy pink coloured her full cheeks, making them stand out like fresh apples.

He released her hand and put his on her protruding stomach. They both felt a tiny kick. Jane smiled. "Hey there little one." He said to her stomach. "You're making your mommy snore."

"Hey, stop blaming the baby." She smiled despite herself and put her hand over his just as the baby decided to kick once again.

They both smiled and he leaned in to kiss her, relocating his hand from her stomach to her cheek. It was a gentle kiss; his thumb caressed her skin as his lips found its home in hers.

He let his hand linger on her flushed face, and looked into the depths of her emerald eyes. "Do you know how much I love you?" He asked.

Her smile widened as she mirrored his movements and lovingly brushed his scratchy cheek with her thumb, following the worry lines he had gained over the course of years they had known each other. "I do."

"Good." His hand started exploring her face. His thumb ran over her lightly parted lips, back and forth and back again, and the rest of his fingers followed suit. It made her whole face tingle.

"What are you doing?" She giggled softly at his continued touch and it was the most adorable sound he knew.

"I wanna know what your face feels like when you're smiling."

That made her chuckle. "You already used that line on me."

"Yeah I know, but I couldn't touch you as much back then and you're smiling more and more these days I just wanna enjoy every single moment of it. I can't help myself, and neither can my fingers." He paused for a split second. "Feeling that you're safe and happy is the most important thing for me."

She felt the seriousness behind his words. "You know, I have you to thank for that, being happy I mean. You were always the one that made me smile."

He lit up fuelled by her words. "That's great because I intend to continue to do that."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She said and kissed him.

"I suspect that soon I'm not going to be the only one making you smile though." He looked lovingly at her big belly.

She followed his gaze. "She has already exhausted me beyond reason, and she's not even born yet, I doubt I'll have the energy to smile once she's here," She hurriedly explained, not wanting him to think she was unhappy with them becoming parents. "With diapers, and crying, and 2 am breast feedings and …"

He hastily interrupted. "You won't notice any of that, I promise. Once she's here the energy will come to you naturally. Hell, you've had the strength to endure me for this long, and you've bossed more police officers and bigwigs around than anyone else I know. So one tiny baby shouldn't be a problem, trust me, I won't be able to wipe the grin off your face."

"I trust you, but as far as I recall you were the one poking the bigwigs while I tried to clean up your messes."

"Meh, semantics." They both laughed. And when there laughter died down, they snuggled closer together and simply enjoyed the silence surrounding them in their little half-finished remodelled cabin.

"You're happy right?" She asked feeling embarrassed that she needed to ask to know.

He understood her need, and didn't take offence. "I couldn't be happier." He said.

She heaved herself up a bit so she could look into his eyes. She saw nothing but love in them. Love for her and love for their child. She had seen him so many times put on a mask and smile through his pain. It had all been for show. Over the years she had learned to see past it, to see the man beneath the camouflage, the real Patrick Jane. Now he wasn't hiding anymore, no veils had been draped in front or between them. With just one look she knew he was being honest. Happiness shone from his whole being. She lifted her hand to his lips and traced them, copying his earlier gesture of wanting to know what his face felt like when he was smiling. And he did smile.

"What do you think she'll look like?" She wondered out loud.

"I don't know. It's going to be a wonderful surprise. But one thing is for sure, she will have the most enchanting smile."

"How do you know?"

"Because it doesn't matter what she looks like, as long as we do everything we can to keep her safe and happy. The light we ignite in her, her strength, happiness and kindness that's what she'll be able to pass on to others, and that what people will see. Not crooked teeth, bad hair or flawed skin, but her inner beauty."

"When did you become so wise?" She mused.

"You must be rubbing off on me." He offered playfully.

"Oh you're such a charmer, what are you up to?"

"Nothing, it's what you want to hear, is it not?"

"Well your charm is not gonna get you anywhere, mister."

"Oh no. How about this." He started tickling her.

"Hey, hey, not fair." she giggled as she frantically tried to keep his arms at a safe distance away from her.

"Sorry but you look so cute when I..." he surprised her by sneaking in an extra poke and she yelped delightedly in return.

"Stop it..." She choked out between giggles.

"I can't, I need my wife to be smiling."

"Good thing I married a clown then." She teased.

He pouted. "Hey, I was never a clown."

"A magician then, trying to turn me into the Chesire cat or the Joker."

"Nope."

"You're not a clown, and you're not a psychic, nor a magician, and not a cop or a consultant anymore, so what are you then?"

"Just a very happy man, who loves making his wife giggle." He said, and started tickling her with renewed vigour.

"Okay, okay." She conceded. "So if I never stop smiling will you stop tickling me?"

"No." He stated matter of factly.

"No, why not?"

"Because you're adorable when you're grumpy too."

She rolled her eyes. "You might not be a clown, but I'm depending on you to make me smile, both of us are." She said and stroked her belly.

"That is something that you never need to worry about."

"Good, and you don't need to worry about me not being grumpy, because that's what I'm gonna be in the next 30 seconds if you don't stop with the tickling and move over.., I have to pee." With that statement she pushed him out of the way and got up, with much effort – and a tiny helping boost from her husband – so she could go to the bathroom.

"I love it when you get all authoritarian on me." He yelled after her wobbling form. Smiling like a lovesick tomcat as he laid back down waiting for her to return.

A/N: It wasn't supposed to be this long, I just suck at endings, so I kept going until I hit something that sounded acceptable.