Hey there! I can't apologise enough for the lack of updates this story has received, I keep losing muse. I'm meant to be revising for my exams but kept thinking about this story, so I spent all afternoon writing this up. I hope you like it? Sorry again.
"Man I didn't think Henry was going to go to sleep!" Jane sighed as she retrieved a beer from the fridge before sitting down next to Maura on the couch.
"I'm surprised you were in his room for longer, he was sleep on me for a while after the cake." Maura spoke as she started to hand Jane a stack of envelopes "Now all the guests have gone, we can make a start with the cards."
Groaning to herself Jane threw her head back against the couch "Can we leave this till tomorrow? Who knew being round a bunch of babies could be this exhausting."
The party had been a success, which in Maura's mind was no surprise. They had managed to stop Shannon from asking any more about Henry's history. Once the cake had been cut the main topic of conversation amongst the mothers was the sight of their children playing with the cake rather than eating it. The men at the parry engrossed in conversations about the latest Red Sox match, which again in Maura's mind was no surprise.
Jane had to admit to herself that she enjoyed the party more than she thought she would and more than she was going to admit to Angela. Henry had been spoiled by everyone who came, she knew that both her and Maura wouldn't have to buy him any more toys until his second birthday. Yet they both knew that wouldn't stop his doting nonna from buying him more.
Shifting to face the brunette, Maura briefly looked at the envelopes in her hand before looking at up Jane. "You have two options, you either sit and open birthday cards or we can have a serious talk about Casey."
"Or I can sit here and watch the recorded game, while you open the cards?"
"Jane."
Throwing her hands up in the air, Jane placed her beer on the table before reaching for the first envelope.
The pair sat in silence as they each opened the envelopes in their own piles, the only conversation that was shared was the occasional "look how cute this card is" comment that Jane would share as she passed another first birthday card to Maura. She had received cards from everyone her and Maura knew. Not admitting to anyone out-loud, Jane was gob-smacked by the amount of love and well wishes her son received.
Opening another card from her pile, Jane gently spoke "I didn't put Casey on the birth certificate because I was scared."
Maura was taken back by the confession "I thought it was because he hadn't made any contact with you through the pregnancy?" Maura knew there was more to it but she didn't want to express her own opinion as to why he wasn't on the certificate. This was the first time Jane had openly started to speak about Casey, so Maura suppressed her own thoughts and listened.
"When we were engaged, he always spoke about me and him getting married and becoming that stereotypical family. I'd stay at home with the children and play the happy housewife while he went out and worked. That was never an option for me y'know? I couldn't give up my badge but a part of me was happy that someone saw a future with me."
Maura lowered her head, she knew how much Casey had meant to Jane prior to the break up, yet she couldn't help but feel a clench in her heart. On many occasions both her and Jane would speak about their lives to together. How Maura would still force Jane to eat kale when she was in her retirement. Maura had even thought about how Jane would still stomp her feet like a child when it came to shopping for wedding dresses. It was inevitable, they both knew at some point in their life together they would end up being a bride and their constant companionship would falter.
"So when I told him I was pregnant, the look on his face said it all. The endless conversations about our future was all a lie. He said he couldn't do it and that was it. How could I let my son know his father didn't want him?"
"Oh Jane."
"The worst part about it is during the pregnancy, I couldn't shake the feeling that he would come back when Henry was born and demand custody. I was scared he would accuse me of loving my badge more than my own baby."
Jane wasn't aware of the tears that fell from her face until she felt Maura wipe them with her fingers. Brushing Maura's fingers off, Jane wiped her face before standing up.
"Jane listen to me, everyone in our lives know just how much you love Henry. No one doubts your love for him."
"I thought if Casey wasn't on the birth certificate he wouldn't have any rights to Henry, then no one could take my son away" Jane's voice started to tremble.
Approaching the detective, Maura gently rubbed Jane's back "You and I both know that nobody is going to take Henry from you, from his family and more importantly from me. I won't let that happen."
"But what if it does Maur? What are we going to do?"
Guiding Jane back to the couch, Maura took her hands in her own "If Casey knew what was best for his safety he wouldn't come back to Boston. On the surprise circumstances that he does, we will deal with it. I have the best Lawyer Jane, everything will be okay."
"If anything happens, you have to promise me you'll take care of Henry?"
Maura was taken back by Jane's sense of vulnerability, there was only limited amount of times Maura had seen Jane vulnerable and each time it broke her heart that little bit more.
"Is that even a question?"
Resting her head against the smaller women's shoulder, Jane couldn't help but smile through the tears. She trusted Maura with her life, there was no one in her life that she would rather take care of her son but Maura.
Maura wrapped her arm around the detective pulling her into an embrace, she didn't say anything just let Jane calm herself down. Jane clung onto her best friend as she let the tears freely fall from her face, burying her head further into Maura she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She had always been the strong one between the two, there wasn't a day that went by where she didn't put a strong face on. Not for herself. For Maura. For Henry.
After some time, Jane composed herself before sitting up "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologising?"
"Well for starters I ruined your blouse, I doubt you can get rid of the gross mixture of tears and snot from it."
Shaking her head, Maura put a finger underneath Jane's chin and lifted it towards herself. Jane held a strong gaze with her "You never ever have to apologise for showing your emotions Jane."
"I can't even control my emotions, how weak is that" Jane laughed before attempting to stand up out of the doctor's grasp.
Before she realised what she was doing Maura had wrapped her hand around Jane's wrist pulling her back down the couch. "You are not weak Jane, you have gone through more traumatic experiences in the past decade then average people go through in their entire life span."
"You don't need to remind me-"
"Would you let me finish?"
Raising both her hands in defeat, Jane nodded.
"Every single event that was presented to you, you survived. I've lost count the amount of times you've come to aid my rescue. Not anyone else, but you Jane. I'm still alive because of you and now look, you have a beautiful little son. The circumstances he was conceived in wasn't the best but you swallowed your pride and changed your life for him, there isn't a weak bone in your body Rizzoli."
Jane glanced at Maura and gently smiled "You haven't called me Rizzoli in a while."
"I could call you something else if you don't accept what I just said."
"Ok ok Maur I get it, I'm strong I saved your life and you're grateful."
Nodding to herself Maura reached over and grabbed Jane's hand, she reconnected them like they were earlier. "Promise me, that you will never think of yourself as weak again?"
"I can't promise you that."
"Jane look at me." And so Jane did.
Leaning forward Maura placed a gentle kiss on Jane's lips, she held her lips there for a moment taking in the feel of the soft lips underneath her own. Pulling back she looked at a shocked Jane
"Can you promise me now?"
Jane didn't give Maura an answer she just simply crashed their lips together kissing her best friend with force. No permission wasn't requested as they both tangled their tongues together. Maura's hand quickly found their way into the dark mane as Jane gripped both her thighs and pulled her to sit in her lap.
With both her legs straddling Jane's lap, Maura continued the passionate battle between their tongues. Jane couldn't stop her hands form running up and down Maura's back until she reached the one asset on her best friend that she could never take her eyes off. Jane squeezed the denim clad ass which resulted in Maura moaning into her mouth. God she could do this all day.
Just as she was about to move her lips down towards Maura's neck a cry erupted through the montior that was on the table infront. Ripping their lips of one another the pair, who were still in the same position, just stared into each other's eyes as they waited for their breathing to calm down.
"I.. um.. should go see to him." Jane muttered as she tried to move Maura from her lap.
Maura quickly removed herself from Jane's lap and walked towards the stairs "You stay here, I'll go to him."
Maura didn't want for an answer as she made her way upstairs. Upon her arrival, she was met the sight of a distraught little boy. His hair was clung to his face with sweat, his eyes were swollen from the tears that fell so forcefully down his cheeks. "Oh sweetheart, what's the mattter?"
Maura picked up the little boy and gathered him in her arms, his instantly clung to her. His hands gripped her neck with such force she could feel his nails digging in. For the second time that night, she held a crying Rizzoli in her arms. She swayed gently as she quietly sung a lullaby in his ear.
Else where, Jane Rizzoli was sat on the couch in the same position Maura had left her in.
What had just happened?
She had just engaged in intimate moment with her best friend. With Maura. Bringing her hand up to her lips, she traced the outlining of them as she still felt the feeling of Maura's lips on hers. She found herself missing the warmth of Maura's lips on hers, the feeling of their tongues battling together. She suddenly felt the air close in her own. She gulped down the rest of her beer before making her way outside into the garden.
What has just happened?
