I am incompetent, I apologize. It is very difficult to update when I haven't had my Rizzoli and Isles fix! Grrr! But, I have discovered tumblr, and banged this chapter out! More serious toward the end, P.O.V. more of Jane's more like an omniscient narrative.

I do hope you enjoy!

" A little more, no more!" Jane groaned.

"Oh, yeah- like you've done this before!" Maura replied her left hand planted firmly on the counter for support.

"It has to be wet, that's the only way it will work!" Jane flipped a lock of Maura's hair playfully. "Now try more!" she encouraged, giving her a playful shove with her shoulder, "That's what the recipe calls for."

"It's hard to believe you're craving goat cheese tart, Jane. You've only tried it once," Maura teased, pouring a few more tablespoons of water into the dough as she massaged it with her fingertips. "And you only ate it because it was the only thing that wasn't green at the convention."

"I still can't believe you dragged me to that," Jane moaned in annoyed remembrance, grabbing the package of goat cheese.

"Where did you even get this?" she deflected, knowing Maura would quickly go to the events of that night- and how horribly awkward it had been.

"The local co-op!" she smiled enthusiastically.

"Where the hell did you find a co-op in Boston?!" Jane asked, her brow furrowed as she dropped the cheese back to the counter.

"It's amazing what you can find with a little determination, Detective Rizzoli!" She grinned again, putting her hands on her hips and looking up at the dark haired woman. Jane stepped closer, resting her hands on the ME's bump, whilst Maura explored Jane's with her doe covered fingers.

"I have determination!" Jane smirked. She fiddled with the ruffles of the doctor's blouse, careful to be gentle around the woman's chest as she had complained it was sore.

Maura frowned. "Jane.."

"What?" She asked, worry striking her face.

"I really think we should talk about that night at the convention."

"I'd really rather not," she responded, letting go of the doctor and crossing the kitchen. "It's over- we don't need to carry on about it!"

"But we do need to talk about it!" Maura repeated.

"There's nothing to talk about!" The detective called over her shoulder as she plopped down onto the couch. Jane grasped the remote in her fingers, squeezing tightly to occupy her mind with her grip, in order to ignore the embarrassment that had overcome her from recollecting that night with Maura. She hadn't expected it to go down as it had. Mostly, she hadn't expected the stares, the wide eyed, surprised gazes of Maura's fellow PhD bearing peoples. She belonged on the sofa that evening, slouched around her slowly expanding gut watching a game of some sort, any game. She shouldn't have been picking at a buffet, searching for something edible, something that wasn't grown from the dirt, or feverishly still trying to do photosynthesis.

"I understand you were embarrassed, but you have to realize, no one expected the two of us to show up as we did," she continued anyway, advancing toward the dark haired cop, and then rested on the arm of the sofa, she kept her gaze locked to Jane's.

"You mean, together?" Jane scoffed, her eyes flaring up with exasperation. "Maura, I thought that Chemical Engineer was about ready to keel over the moment I grabbed your hand."

"Perhaps he has a medical condition that causes vertigo. Maybe that could have been the reason for his unusual behavior," Maura lied, her face twitching with guilt.

"Admit it," the fiery Italian sighed, "this is gonna suck." She rolled her eyes and sunk lower into the cushion.

Jane watched Maura's eyes slowly begin to glisten, the lip start to quiver, and the fists clench. She had made her angry.

"Well, I apologize if this is too much of a burden on you."

"Maura—

But, she was already waddling away, her socks padding along the floor as she became further and further from the other woman's clutches. Jane struggled to get to her feet, for lately she had been very much off kilter, and tried to call for the caramel blonde's attention once more, "Maura!"

There was a slam, surely the door to the bathroom. Jane had found that when the doctor got upset, she'd shut up in there, maybe run a hot bath, or cold shower. She'd stay in there; sometimes her sobs loud enough to hear over the running water, and the longer she did, the guiltier Jane would feel when she came out.

Jane slammed her fist against the hardwood, with a tempo so rapid, and so determined, and then she let her hand rest, and began to speak softly to the woman, whimpering in her earshot. "Maura," Jane choked back the tears herself. It was difficult to deal with situations like these, when your sensitivity was downright uncontrollable and your sympathy even more so. "I'm sorry, babe."

"Don't apologize if you don't mean it," the examiner stated in a low voice.

"I do mean it," Jane pressed her cheek against the door, "with all my heart, I meant it, Maur. Open up; let me see you when I speak to you."

"My makeup is running," was her quavering response. There was sniffing, "I look horrible."

"I don't care," Jane stated forcefully, "now open this door. Let me fix this."

"If you don't think this is going to work, then why do you stay?"

Dare she say it? She couldn't. Not now. This was barely anything. It had been a friendship up until only a few months ago. Would it be so wrong? Would it be so horrible?

"I stay," Jane ran her fingers through the waves of her own hair, "I stay because," she stomped her foot, "dammit Maura! You're my best friend; you're practically everything to me!"

Was it true? Was she everything?

"Jane, I know this was unexpected," she began. "But, I have no doubts."

"You're Maura Isles, of course you have no doubts," Jane chuckled.

"I think we'll make excellent parents."

Would they? Jane wondered.

"I bet we will," she said unsurely.

"We'll raise two, well-rounded individuals," she continued.

"Yes, Maura," she responded more obediently than in agreement.

Finally, the door opened, revealing her red cheeks, and bloodshot, irritated eyes. Jane grabbed her waist, pulling her close, "I was afraid."

The detective hadn't meant to admit such a thing. Not at this moment, not when this bout of emotion had been resolved and they had evaded an argument.

"Of what?" the round, glowing lady in her arms asked.

"The judgment," Jane whispered, eyes glistening with her own waterworks. She took a deep breath, inhaling the wonderful scent of this great being's hair, and then held on tighter. "I don't want anyone to think ill of you," she pressed her lips gently against her neck, "just because of me," she finished.

"Times are changing, human response to relationships such as ours are more positive than ever," she purred in satisfaction as Jane continued down, planting one, last peck on her collarbone.

"There will be people, though, Maura, the ones who are not so understanding," she frowned.

Maura slipped her hands underneath Jane's shirt, hands curved around the forming bump in her middle. Her skin burned underneath the fingertips of this woman, tingling, a touch rather enjoyable to Jane. Maura furrowed her brow, grabbing the dark haired cop's hands to her own stomach, pressing, and content, "He's starting to move," she said softly.

The ripples against Jane's palm were consistent, and mind boggling. She hadn't felt that feeling before, not from the outside. She felt it very slightly from the inside, not even from her own little-whatever unless she remained intolerably still.

The ME was a little more rotund, but barely. It was easily hidden by loose fitting clothes, and Jane had yet to have to tell her mother. She had a feeling that would soon change. Angela would know in time, but what she was worried about was the whole world. What would everyone else say? What would everyone else do?

Jane caressed the belly of the doctor, who gripped her wrists to halt the loving strokes, "Jane, I promise, everything is going to be fine."

"You can't promise that," she muttered, calmly pulling her hands away.

Maura's eyes seemed to blaze with an unknown force and she pressed her lips to Jane's. The growing love wrapped her thin arms around the neck of her woman, and she grasped at the muscular shoulder blades of the detective, "You know I can't stand it when you pout," she said taking a sensual inhale.

She felt bad, bad for being disinterested. "I pout quite a bit, so," Jane stepped back, "so we have to get those hormones of your under control, Maur. Don't be mad," the cop begged. It was this awful feeling, one she would equate to her worst morning tummy troubles, an epiphany, a burst, more than just those hormones she used for every other excuse. It was this nauseating, overwhelming, abrasive realization, "I want nothing more than for this to work…" she turned away instinctively.

She shook, perhaps unable to comprehend what was about to come from her mouth, "This kid is really lucky, because…" It was so difficult, the fear bubbled up, boiling, steaming, angry in her chest. "It's gonna love their momma, as much as their mom loves her."

She could feel from the way her senses screamed that she had shocked Maura.

"D-do you?"

"Well, I said it, goddammit!" she twisted back around to face her, taking in the obviously dazed lady.

And Jane took this next embrace in an entirely different manner. Willingly.

Lovingly.

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