"So?" asked Maura hopefully. Her eyes fell on Jane. They were standing in the middle of a large foyer with a spiral staircase to their right. Maura had fallen in love with it the moment they walked in the door. She pressed a hand to her swollen stomach. Calm down, baby, she thought, rubbing gently. A light kick thumped against her hand.

Jane shrugged, her finger glossing over the staircase railing. "I don't know." she said. "I just don't think this is it." Her response earned a loud sigh from Maura, which was then echoed by Jane. "Well I'm sorry, Maura, but I want our kid to grow up in a really good house. This doesn't feel right, yet."

"We have three more months, Jane,"

"If he's on time! He is a Rizzoli, Maura. I'm betting on him being late."

"I'm praying that he isn't."

"You're not religious,"

"I would pray to a God made of spaghetti noodles if it meant being able to fit into a pair of strappy heels again." Jane rolled her eyes. "Come on, honey. We need to make a decision and soon. This house is in a great area. There is a huge yard. Four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms. It's not too big. There's a pool. The school district is phenomenal. What is it missing?"

Sighing, Jane sat down on the steps. "A tree, for one thing."

"There is a tree right out front."

"No, like, a tree."

"I'm fairly certain it is not an artificial tree."

"A tree for a treehouse. We had one growing up. Me and Pops built it together. Frankie helped a little, too, but he mostly just brought us sandwiches."

Maura waddled towards the steps and lowered herself down, bracing herself on Jane's shoulder for balance.

"So we need a tree. The last house had a nice tree, you know."

"Didn't have a big enough porch."

"A porch?"

"Yeah, you know, for in the summer. We need a porch swing. Wouldn't it be fun to be able to have family nights out on the porch? Ma used to grab a bunch of board games and some lemonade and we would sit on the swing and wait for Pops to come home. It was nice." She wrung her hands together. "Just, you know. It's a thing. I guess it's something I always imagined my house to have one day. Aren't there certain things that you want, too? I mean... more than a high ceiling and a walk in closet?"

Maura tapped her fingers against Jane's thigh. "Not really," she said quietly. "Our memories of childhood are different, Jane. You know that. I lived in a boarding school most of my life. I chose that. There wasn't..."

"I know." said Jane.

"These things are important to you, aren't they?"

Jane rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Yeah," she muttered. "They are. Sometimes I worry that I'm not going to be the best mom, you know? That I'll screw it up. It's pretty hard to live up to the example Ma set for me. She was the best, even if she drove me crazy. She just knew how to do everything. And I was happy. I want our kids to have the same kind of childhood me and my brothers had. Fun. Exciting. Loving. None of these houses feel like they could be home. I want to give them everything I had and everything you never got the chance to experience."

"You are going to be a wonderful mother," said Maura sternly. "Wonderful. There is no doubt in my mind. Wherever we live, wherever our lives take us."

"I'm sorry that I'm being so difficult about this."

"No, no, you're right. This place isn't the place for us."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," said Maura with a slight nod of her head. "Besides, there are too many white walls. One day our little boy is going to be a slightly bigger little boy and he will know how to hold a crayon. We don't need something this formal. But," Heaving herself forward, Maura stood and held out a hand for Jane. Jane took it and stood, pulling Maura into her chest and kissing the top of her head. Maura's words were muffled by Jane's chest, but still understandable. "I want you to make me a list, okay? All of the things you want in a house. While you're at work, I will house hunt online."

"Really?"

"Yes. But I want a detailed list, and I'm allowed to void at list three of your items if I don't agree."

"Well there goes at least two of my ideas already."

Laughing, Maura pulled back from Jane's chest to look up at her wife. "What were they?"

And with a wink, Jane smirked and turned away to walk out of the house. "Wouldn't you like to know, sugartits." she called behind her.