A/N: dedicated to Candy77, something she said about Angela moving into maura's guesthouse gave me this idea. Please review!
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"Maura, it's me, Angela. Do you have any butter? I was baking and I-" Mrs. Rizzoli was cut off when she saw Maura lying in bed, in the arms of a mam. Neither seemed to be clothed, but thankfully Maura's bed sheets were covering them.
"Ahh, good morning Mrs. Rizzoli" Maura said rather awkwardly. "My butter's in the fridge"
"I'm sorry Maura, I didn't know you had company" Angela said, looking rather awkward. Sure, she had done basically the same thing to Jane just last week, but that was different. Jane was her daughter, and both she and Casey had been fully clothed. And at least she knew Casey. She didn't even know this man…. Or did she?
"Frankie" She asked
"Morning, ma" he replied, inwardly shuddering.
"Since when are you two together? No one tells me anything anymore!" Angela complained.
"Ma, we'd be happy to tell you all about it, just, not right now" Frankie said, suggesting to the current situation he and Maura were in.
Angela left Maura's bedroom and shut the door behind her. The couple could hear her grab the butter from Maura's fridge and then leave.
"Ok, so let's pretend that that wasn't the awkwardest thing in the world" Frankie said, once his mother was out of the house.
"That's probably actually my fault" Maura admitted. "I told her she could come over whenever if she needed anything, and I gave her a key. I was pretty much asking for it"
Frankie chuckled. "Are you sure you don't regret letting my mother move in with you?"