Isaac Anson Rizzoli-Isles
"Maura," Jane rasped out.
Maura looked up from her position on the couch, shifting to sit up as Jane sat down on the same couch, "Maura."
Jane passed the boy to her friend, Maura taking the child carefully, wrapping the baby into her arms, "Maura what are we going to do?"
"Well, noticing that the baby was left on the doorstep, could I hypotize that Lydia has negleted the child in hopes of a Rizzoli member taking care of the—"
The baby nibbled on Maura's finger suckling slightly on the digit.
Angela and Jane looked at the baby, Jane looked back up and caught the eyes of her friend.
"Maura, what do we do?"
"We take care of him, Jane."
"But how? I work twelve plus hour days, you work almost the same."
"Well, I could help," spoke up Angela.
Maura looked up, cooing slightly at the boy, "Oh, well that settles things. We already have all the supplies. We would just need to baby proof my house and get more formula."
Jane sighed and moved closer to Maura, her hand resting on her thigh as she leaned closer to the baby. Maura moved the baby into a clearer view of the detective.
"Well, what do we call him?"
Angela spoke up, breaking the trance the child had on both the women,"Why not name him?"
"Why not Gunter von Hughes," Maura asked?
"No. What about Isaac Anson Rizzoli-Isles?"
"Isaac Anson?" Maura again asked?
"Yeah, for that scientist and for the first man to hit 3,000 hits in baseball."
"Well, I like it," Angela spoke.
"I love it," Maura said while hugging Jane and the baby together.