She reached towards me with this money-bill in her hand.

Such a nice lady, if it wasn't for my mood I would have smiled, maybe even winked, but I was in this mood of - don't fuck with me - fuck you all-, so I was rude "Yeah, well not every hooker has a heart of gold. Alright sister?" - thinking 'Bless your kind soul.'

I didn't know then, as I do now; She is the woman who my heart will be forever lost in. My best friend. LLBFF, my confidante, my lover and my future wife. So petite, so quirky, so lovable, so super smart with a golden heart, but also so strong and strong headed, and so much more steady fast.

Maura Isles, her name melts like strawberry ice-cream on my tongue, let's me sing Arias under the shower, and sometimes she makes me feel small and powerless.

I remember as if it was yesterday when she walked down the aisle, this beautiful woman with that beautiful smile, in her hand this beautiful bridal bouquet with a dozen little pink roses and lovely baby's-breath.

Her gown from the most expensive and finest silk, a veil of tulle, who partly covered her wonderful face, but just enough, oh just enough to see her wonderful smile, so happy so longing, so proud to become my wife.

And now I'm here in this Goddamned hospital-room and she's is in pain, she yells at me that

First, she will crush my balls, and second that she never ever again let me in her bed again, and some not so lady like profanities I don't dare to repeat.

And the moment she has our little Jonathan Samuel Rizzoli-Isles in her arms, she looks like an angel up to me and there is her enchanting smile again, and my heart swells and burst and I feel so damn lucky to be part of her heart and her life. I'm so fucking happy to raise together with her this beautiful creature in her arms, and for the sex?

I could a lifetime without it, but never be a lifetime with her, my beautiful Maura and with him, our beautiful son.

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