Chapter 1
"Reece, please go to sleep for Mama." An exhausted Jane Rizzoli pleads with her four week old son. He has been screaming his little head off for the last three hours and it's quickly caught up to the detective.
Her plea is answered with another earsplitting cry. Jane would never admit it to anyone but at this very moment she feels like throwing herself to the floor and crying her eyes out as well, but that isn't an option. She has to do this for Maura though; she can't call her wife now, not when she is in desperate need of a day to relax and allow her stress to melt away.
Maura has been on maturity leave with little Reece Isaac Rizzoli all month and this is the first time the blonde has gotten any time to relax and get herself together. Jane knows that Maura loves their son more than life itself but she could tell that her lover needed a day for herself so while she was at the precinct the other day she called up the blondes favorite spa and set up a full day of relaxation, mud baths, and massages.
But at the moment, she was starting to severely regret it. She knew her beautiful blonde doctor was, surprisingly, more maternal than she was; Jane has always had a hard time soothing the infant since the very first sleepless night twenty-eight days ago and she has just realized that she relies on her goofy wife more than she ever thought.
Ugh. It's only been twenty-eight days.
Jane glances over at her cellphone for a split second before scolding herself.
No, I got this. He is my boy too. I'm his ma and I can do this. Wait…Ma!
She scrambles to the phone and frantically goes through her contacts, quickly finding her saviors number. The detective waits impatiently has the phone rings.
"C'mon, Ma, answer the phone. C'mon." She whispers anxiously, vainly trying to soothe her wailing son. She rocks him back and forth while humming tonelessly.
"Hello? Janie? What's wrong? Why is Reece crying? Is he alright? What's-" Her mother's frantic voice blubbers over her grandson's screams.
"Ma! Please, one person screaming at a time!" Jane rumbles, swaying the upset bundle in her arms, his little fist and feet flinging around in his anger.
"I'm sorry, Jane. What's going on?"
Jane has to squeeze her eyes tightly shut to fight the wave of panic; Reece's cries are getting louder and louder. "I don't know, Ma! He won't stop crying. I did everything I could think of. I've fed him, checked his diaper, sang to him, rocked him, and everything. What do I do? What have I done wrong?" She doesn't even try to hide the tremor in her voice.
To emphasis her point Reece lets out the loudest cry yet.
"Okay, Janie, it's alright. Where is Maura?" Angela questions her heart immediately dropping at the note of tears in her daughter's voice.
"She is at the spa with Constance. I can't call her Ma! It's not fair to her." Jane tells her mother quickly, running her hand gently over the baby's black soft downy hair softly.
"Okay. What's important is to stay calm. Okay? Babies can tell when you're scared or tense. You need to relax. Sit down with him and take a deep breath and try to do something that will relax you. If you're relaxed he will feel this and hopefully calm down. If he doesn't I'll tell Stanley I have an emergency. Okay?"
"I'll try. Thanks Ma."
It's abnormally quiet when Maura Rizzoli walks into the foyer of her home.
"Jane?" She calls out into the house expecting an instant reply. When she doesn't get one she slips off her heels and slowly walks down the hallway to the living room. She pokes her head around the corner; the television is off, the stereo is muted, and no lights are on.
"Very unusual." Maura muses curiously.
Walking deeper into the house she notices that the kitchen and the den are in the same state as the living room. Slightly worried Maura starts quickly up the stairs but slows when the soft notes of Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns and Rose drifts from her office at the end of the hall.
Cautiously, she strolls down the hallway until she is standing in the office doorway. Tears spring to her eyes. Jane, her beautiful, gorgeous, loving wife sings softly to their son in her exquisite raspy voice as her long talented fingers dance across the keys of her old piano, the delicate music flowing through the air in a tranquility composition of the brunette's love for the small human staring up at his other mother with a look she can only describe as pure peace on his little face.
As the last note rings out, Maura walks into the room, taking the few steps to her wife and wrapping her arms around the strong woman, laying her head against the brunette's shoulders. Jane tenses only a second before turning into her wife's loving embrace. She reaches up to cradle the doctor's face and kisses her softly one, twice, a third time on her mouth.
"That was beautiful, Jane." The blonde whispers into thick dark curls, placing a kiss to the Italian's neck.
Jane pulls her wife on her lap to bury her face into the blonde's chest, hugging her tightly. "We missed you today, Mommy." She mumbles huskily into her breasts.
"I missed the both of you as well, Jane. How was our son today?"
The detective places an sweet kiss to the top of Maura's right breast. "He was an angel."
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