The wall clock across from Jane and Maura's bed read 2:37 a.m. It was the couples first night home with their baby after delivery and the fourth time they had been awoken by their hungry little peanut since they put her in the bassinet five hours ago.

"I'll grab her," Jane mumbled as she sleepily made her way over to the bassinet by their bed.

Maura yawned as she sat up against the headboard, lifting her shirt and draping it around her neck.

"Hi little baby," Jane cooed as she got back in bed and sat next to Maura, "Are you really hungry or do you just like Mommy's boobs, huh?"

Maura lightly swatted her shoulder as Jane handed the baby over.

"Very funny, Jane. Are you going to make that joke every time I feed her? It's already getting old."

"Maybe I'm just jealous of all the boob action she's getting," Jane teased.

Maura made sure the baby in her arms latched on to her left breast before speaking, "Ugh," she groaned, "Absolutely nothing sexual sounds appealing right now."

"I know, I know. I'm only teasing," Jane replied, "What's it feel like, anyway?"

"Honestly, it's a little uncomfortable. I don't think I'm used to this much stimulation just yet. I've heard it can be quite painful once the milk starts to come in."

"Hm," Jane frowned, "I'm sorry."

"No, no it's ok. I kinda like it, having this one-on-one time with her."

"Good."

"Maybe you could try it sometime? I mean, not for feeding - although it is possible for you to induce lactation - but just so you can have that time with her. It could be comforting for her, or even for you, to share that bond."

Jane smiled.

"Yeah, maybe. I just might have to try that," Jane said as she looked down at the little bundle in Maura's arms, "God, she's so cute." She reached out and stroked her little cheek with her finger.

"Yes. She is," Maura agreed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why haven't you called her Elsa, yet?"

Jane looked up quickly and locked eyes with Maura.

"I...um,"

"What? What is it?" Maura questioned.

"I… we… we just can't, Maura. We can't name our daughter after a Disney princess!" Jane responded louder than intended. "We can't be those parents who just couldn't… let it go." Jane closed her eyes, fearing Maura's reaction, but couldn't help smile at her own use of words. There was a long pause before Maura's laughter filled the room; a refreshing noise compared to a fussy cry or whimper. Jane immediately opened her eyes to witness her wife in a fit of laughter.

Pleased with the response, Jane continued, "I mean, I know it was my idea in the first place, and if you don't want to change it, I understand. I just… I don't know. I guess all the Frozen hype has taken a toll on me. I don't want little kids or, hell, even adults, bursting into song every time we introduce them to our daughter."

Still smiling, Maura looked down at their daughter who had stopped sucking, her eyes getting droopy.

"Here," Maura said, handing the baby back to Jane before readjusting her shirt.

Jane positioned her daughter against her left shoulder and gently began patting her back. After her shirt was back on, Maura rested her head against Jane's free shoulder.

"Surprisingly," Maura began, "I actually agree with you. Maybe not so much with your reasoning, although now that you point it out, I can definitely see your concern, but I don't know. She just doesn't look like an Elsa to me. It doesn't feel right, which is odd because it worked while she was in me; I loved hearing you call her that, but now that she's here, something feels...off."

"So what do we do?" Jane asked as she continued to rub her daughter's back.

"Well, we still have a couple of days before we need to turn in the papers and certificate to our midwife. I guess it's a good thing we didn't fill out the certificate right away." Maura shifted and got back under the covers as Jane put their baby back in the bassinet.

Jane flicked off the light on the nightstand before snuggling in behind her wife.

"I don't have any other names picked out," Maura replied with a yawn, "She's only been here 12 hours, but I feel bad not calling her anything."

"Let's not worry about it right now. We'll think of something," Jane said, kissing the back of Maura's neck. "We can just stick with Baby, Sweetie, Peanut… Little Poop Monster, Boob Lover…"

Jane was hoping for a reaction, but smiled when she realized Maura had fallen asleep.


By the end of day two at home, both new mommies were exhausted. Part of them both thought that it would be easier, the running on no sleep thing. They had done it many times before because of their careers, but this? This was a completely new level of exhaustion.

Baby (their poor nameless baby) had been extra fussy throughout the day, nothing had seemed to please her, so when she was finally quiet for the first time in hours, Maura took the opportunity to collapse on top of the mattress, her body aching.

Five minutes later, Jane emerged from the bathroom wearing a robe and using a towel to dry her hair.

"Shhhh," Maura whispered to her, even though Jane had said nothing, "She finally fell asleep after I fed her."

Jane dropped the towel and mimicked the motion of zipping her lips as she climbed into bed next to her wife. Maura immediately shifted and snuggled in close, resting her cheek on Jane's warm, damp chest.

Jane kissed Maura's head and asked, "How ya feelin', mommy?"

"Sore. Very, very sore. And tired," Maura responded in a whisper, "I think my body just remembered what it went through. Everything aches."

"Aw, sweetheart," Jane said as she tugged Maura closer, "I'm sorry. You know I'd switch places with you if I could."

Maura yawned and nodded against Jane.

"When did you sleep last? For more than two hours?"

And as if on cue, their daughter started crying.

"No, no, no," Maura said in a voice laced with emotion as she rolled over, "I just fed her ten minutes ago!"

"Hey," Jane responded, stopping Maura from getting out of bed, "I got her, ok?"

Jane rolled out of bed and picked up the little peanut, cradling the fussy newborn in her arms. "Shh. It's ok, baby," Jane cooed as her daughter continued to cry.

Maura reached out, expecting Jane to pass the baby over after her cooing failed to calm her down.

"Let's go for a little walk, alright?" Jane said to the bundle in her arms. Leaning over, she kissed Maura's cheek, "Try to get some sleep, ok? I'll take her to the nursery and try to calm her down."

Maura smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too. Goodnight," Jane said, flicking off the lights before heading down the hall.


For twenty minutes, Jane tried everything from sitting in the rocking chair to offering her finger as a pacifier to placing Baby in the crib and making silly faces at her from above. She wasn't having any luck.

Her daughter continued to squirm and let out fussy little whimpers.

"Oh come on, baby, you're killing me here. What's wrong, huh? What can I do?" Jane asked as she paced around the room, noticing her daughter seemed to get quiet when she spoke.

"Hm," Jane said as she paused in front of the bookshelf, "I think I've got an idea."

Jane randomly grabbed a book, picked up her daughter from the crib and settled in on the L-shaped couch near the window. It took a minute to maneuver herself in a comfortable position of holding her baby and holding the book, but she figured it out.

"Alright, what do we got," Jane paused as she read the title, "Stellaluna by Janell Cannon." Jane shrugged and flipped to the first page and began reading aloud.

With each page she read, the baby in her arms got quieter and more relaxed. Just like when she was in her mommy's tummy, Jane's voice had always (well, almost always) been able to soothe her.

Jane continued to read the story about a baby bat named Stellaluna who was separated from her mother when an owl attacked them. Stellaluna had landed in a bird's nest with three little baby birds named Flip, Flutter and Pip. The mama bat agreed to adopt her but only if Stellaluna behaved like a bird, not a bat. So, Stellaluna learns to eat bugs, sleep at night and hang with her head up. Eventually, she is reunited with her mother and learns that she is in fact a bat, not a bird, which explains why Stellaluna has always felt so different and struggled to fit in with her adopted bird siblings.

Jane paused halfway through, thinking of Maura. She found it almost impossible not to think of her wife as she read the story of little Stellaluna's life. There were small similarities that couldn't go unnoticed.

Jane looked up from the book when she heard a sniffle. Maura was standing in the doorway to the nursery, eyes wet. Maura had noticed the similarities, too.

"Oh sweetheart, what's wrong?" Jane asked.

Ignoring the question, Maura responded in a whisper, "That's a very sweet story."

Jane looked at her, confused, "How did you-"

Maura pointed at the baby monitor that was accidentally left on when they tested it the other day.

"Oh no," Jane said, "I'm so sorry I kept you up."

"No, don't be," Maura replied as she made her way over to sit with her family on the couch. She sat next to Jane and rested her head on her shoulder, "Keep going, please."

"Are you sure?"

Maura nodded against her.

Jane continued, revealing Stellaluna's excitement to tell her bird brothers and sisters what it's like to be a bat. She tried teaching them how to eat berries, sleep hanging upside down, and fly during the night, but it was so different from what they were used to.

"How can we be so different and feel so much alike?" Mused Flitter

"And how can we feel so different and be so much alike?" Wondered Pip

"I think this is quite a mystery," Flap chirped.

"I agree," said Stellaluna, "But we're friends and that's a fact."

Jane closed the book and set it down beside her.

"That was lovely," Maura said, "Such a lovely story about family, acceptance and friendship."

"Yes, it was," Jane agreed before they both glanced down at their now quiet, sleeping baby. They turned to each other and exchanged a knowing look.


The next day, after making a quick stop on her way home from the grocery store, Jane got to work in the nursery. She took down two of the wooden letters that hung above her daughter's crib and rearranged the remaining two. After hammering in a couple of nails, she added two new letters and stepped back.

Hearing the sound of the hammer, Maura had entered the room with her daughter attached to her breast. She looked at Jane who was looking up at her work and gestured for Maura to come stand next to her; she looped an arm around Maura's waist. They both smiled up at the four wooden letters that hung next to Constance's painting.

"What about her middle name?" Maura asked as she turned to look at Jane, "As much as I love it, Leonie doesn't really fit with this."

"Hm," Jane paused, thinking back, "What about the middle name you picked before? Before we got those photos?"

"Alexander?"

"Yeah. Defender of people, right? You said it reminded you of me," Jane smirked.

They both glanced at the four letters: L-U-N-A.

"Luna Alexander Rizzoli," Maura said as she traced a finger along Luna's cheek, "Our sweet little Lu."

Luna made a noise against Maura's breast.

"I think she likes it," Jane said with a smile.


A/N: Well here it is! I hope you enjoy the new name. By the time I finished 39 Weeks, Elsa just didn't sit well with me anymore, so I felt the need to change it. I also ended up changing a few things in 39 Weeks… I removed Baldwin completely (because come on, wtf was I thinking?!) and instead wrote that Maura had liked the name Alexander for a middle name because it's her mother's maiden name and the meaning "defender of people," reminded her of Jane. Anyway, thank you for reading. Let me know what you think :)