"Hey, Jane…"
"Yeah?"
Maura cleared her throat loudly, her fingers flexing against the couch cushions. "Jane."
Jane's eyes flicked sideways once, twice. "Yeah, you okay, Maur?" Her spouse's voice was gradually coming through more clearly than the Patriot's game on the television…very, very gradually.
Biting her lip and trying her best to calm her racing heart, Maura tapped Jane's knee hard and pointed to the very small puddle on the floor. "Jane," she repeated, as if it was the only word in her vocabulary at the moment.
"What?" Finally tearing her attention away from the television, Jane looked at Maura, then the floor. She made a face. "Ah, dammit." Reaching for her beer, she wiped the condensation off of it with her shirt and slid a coaster in front of her. "I'm sorry, Maur, next time I'll use one of these things."
"No, Jane, that's not…not what it's from." Maura looked up, a strange gleam in her eyes. "My water just broke."
A thick silence settled over the living room. Jane looked at Maura, Maura looked at Jane, and Troy Aikman announced that the score was 14-7 Patriots going into the second quarter.
"Your water just broke."
"Yes."
"Your water just broke."
An incredible smile broke out across Maura's face. "Yes, Jane."
As if somebody set off a rocket under her seat, Jane shot straight into the air and was over the back of the couch before Maura could blink twice, screaming "Holy shit, your water just broke!" as she disappeared down the hall.
"Jane! Where are you going?" Maura called after her, very meticulously heaving her very pregnant self as gracefully as she could off the couch.
"I'm getting the shit! I'm getting the shit and the keys and the phones and the Jesus fuck Maura where did we put the shit?!"
"Above your side of the closet, Jane," Maura replied, making her way to the door where her moccasins and the car keys were already waiting for their departure. "And our phones are by the bed!"
The first contraction hit and Maura gripped the door frame, gritting her teeth just as there was a loud thud from the direction of the bedroom. "OWW! God DAMMIT, Bass!" Jane screeched, causing Maura to laugh straight through the rest of the contraction.
"Don't hurt him, Jane!"
"Don't hurt him? How about he you know what never mind you're in labor God dammit WHERE ARE THE KEYS?!"
"I have them! Jane, please…"
Said woman came barreling around the corner seconds later in mismatched boots and one arm through her jacket, cell phones in one hand and suitcase in another. "Okay, I think I have it all. Bass is fine, here are the phones, we have socks, pants, shirts, baby things I can't all name right now, you have the keys and your shoes right? Oh God, Maura, did we forget anything? I'm so afraid we—"
In a desperate attempt to shut her wife up, Maura seized her by her uneven coat collars and kissed her hard. "We…are…fine," she muttered against Jane's lips before releasing her and forcibly shoving her other arm into the coat sleeve. "We are going to have a baby, and we are going to be fine." Finished, she cupped Jane's stunned face and stared unblinkingly into her eyes. "Okay?"
Slowly, a smile spread across Jane's face. She reached up and took Maura's hands in her own, squeezing her fingers ever so slightly. "We're going to have a baby."
Grinning herself, Maura quickly kissed Jane's knuckles and reached for the door behind them. "We're going to have a baby."
A/N: Gabby owes me her firstborn.