Walking across the courtyard separating the garage from the main house, Maura Isles winced slightly as her new Jimmy Choo's rubbed against the back of her heels for the hundredth-something time that day. 'Just wearing them in', she'd told herself all day, and Frankie, and Korsak, when they'd tossed concerned faces her way.

Nonetheless, Maura sighed softly as she turned the key and pushed open her front door, very nearly collapsing onto the side table, leaning against it to kick her shoes off forcefully with a huff. Purse and coat deposited in their designated places, Maura padded slowly on now-bare, tired feet through the house, following soft, quiet giggles coming from the living room.

Standing in the threshold to the room, Maura smiles softly, fondly, at the sight before her, content to watch as she leans her shoulder against the doorframe. Long brown curls tossed from side to side as the woman seated on the sofa blew raspberries against the six month old infant's belly.

Cheesy and terrible 1970's audio played quietly from the television in front of her family, and Maura couldn't help but smile as she took notice of what was playing. Her grin only grew wider as her hearing zoned in to listen to what Jane was cooing to the girl in her lap.

"Scooby-dooby doo, where are you," Jane sings quietly, and Maura could hear the smile in the brunette's tone as further giggles erupted from the child laying on Jane's lap, staring up at her mother in awe.

"Where's Scooby, huh? Is he gonna catch the bad guys again? Yeah he is!" Jane animates, tickling their daughter's stomach again as she leans in close to press an influx of kisses to chubby infant cheeks.

Maura crosses her arms over her chest, composing herself and raising a speculative eyebrow in preparation before she clears her throat to gain the attention of her girlfriend.

"Scooby Doo? Again? Subjecting our daughter to the factual inaccuracies of crime solving? Really?" Maura accuses, her tone playful.

Jane's upper body whips around to find Maura, and she lifts the baby against on her chest as she grins, shamelessly, at her girlfriend.

"She likes it!" the brunette argued, "dont'cha, baby girl?" Jane added, smiling wide and rubbing her nose softly against the button nose of her daughter.

Turning back to look at Maura, Jane turned the baby to face her girlfriend, smooshing her cheek against the little girl's.

Maura, now standing next to the couch, deposited herself next to Jane, and allowed the grin she was holding to break out, reaching out for the baby and curling her arms around her daughter.

"Well, how can I stay disgruntled when the crimefighters, as unrealistic and invalid as they are, are as cute as the two of you?" she allowed, running her fingers over the infant's soft head and nudging her elbow against Jane's upper arm. Maura curled into Jane's side, their daughter seated partway between both of their laps as Jane leaned down to press a soft kiss to Maura's lips, matching smiles meeting.

"Well, zoinks," Jane mumbled softly, breathily, as she chuckles against Maura's lips.