"In the cavern in the canyon excavating for a mine, dwelt miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine." A sweet voice filled the otherwise quiet Rizzoli-Isles household, "oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine."
Jane stood in the doorway of her son's nursery to see her wife, cradling the newborn in her arms, swaying her hips as she sang, unknowing she had an audience.
"Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine, herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine."
Jane stifled a giggle at the imagery.
"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine. Drove the ducklings to the water every morning just at nine, hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine."
Jane finally spoke, "So you're singing to our son about a miner who's daughter had big feet, was clumsy, fell into the water and died?"
Maura, at first startled at her wife's presence, now smiled, "at first, the song did seem a bit, well, inappropriate for a child, but then I realized he has no idea what I am actually saying."
Jane laughed, but then squinted her eyes in scrutiny, "are you trying to tell me I have big feet?"
The blonde giggled, but held a hand out to her wife, pulling her in for a sweet kiss, "no, I really only like the song for one line."
"And what is that?"
"Oh my darling Clementine."
Jane huffed, but gave her another kiss, and one on the head of her sleeping son.
"How was work today?" Maura asked
"Terrible," she plopped down onto the small sofa by the window, Maura sitting next to her, "I swear, I'm this close to killing Pike. I cannot wait till you're off maternity leave."
"Oh, you'll be fine."
The detective took the sleeping baby and rested him on her chest, "At least I have this to come home to at the end of the day." She turned and looked lovingly on her wife, "and you."
They sat in silence for a moment while they watched their son sleep.
"Too bad nothing rhymes with Dorthea."
