Light dances across the room as the sky fades from blues and greys
Maura can hear small steps down the hall and remains still as the door cautiously cracks open and a little head peeks around the side. She loves this routine they've fallen into each morning. It is better than any alarm clock or cup of coffee.
Jane stirs beside her and turns; molding to her form and slings her arm low across her waist and places a sleepy kiss on the nape of her neck, mumbling some semblance of a 'good morning' into her hair. A smile tugs at the corner of Maura's lips as she threads her fingers through her fiancee's and brings their hands together in the center of her chest and waits.
Tiny feet shuffle closer until Dylan nudges her side of the bed. Maura can feel eyes studying her, so she holds her breath and a small gasp escapes from above her. Quickly little hands find the pulse point on her neck and press there. Drawing out her breath, she can feel her daughters hand relax and pull back. Jane hums a small laugh in the back of her neck; "Don't play dead." she says quietly and places another small kiss there.
Fumbling beside her makes Maura crack open one eye and look up at Dylan who is trying to remember which way is forward with the toy stethoscope in her hand and ears, then quickly closes it when her daughter finds success and lets a few short breaths blow across the cool plastic of its base.
Jane's finger rises from the warm spot against her and taps the center of her chest which is replaced with the pseudo-medical instrument as Dylan leans over her and listens intently.
And Maura fingers loosen themselves from Jane's and move up her wrist. They press against the small spot of her radial artery and she feels for the pulse there. And it is something she loves; feeling Jane's heart all around her. She can feel the subtle drumming of it against her back and hold it in her hands. And she silently wills her own to match in sync.
Pulling back, Dylan gently presses the back of her hand to her mother's forehead before giving her prognosis; "yer ok."
She loves that little voice.
There is a shift on the bed and Dylan joins and crawls over them until that she is planked across them both; her head propped on Jane's shoulder and her knees resting against Maura's stomach.
"wake'd up."
Jane cracks open one eye and tilts her head; looking over her shoulder at her daughter; "No." she says with a smile and returns to her spot, safely nestled in the hair in front of her.
Dylan narrows her eyes and brings her hand slowly up; hovering it above Jane's head as she leans into her her mother's ear; "wake'd up." she whispers.
Jane remains stoic; "N-OOOOOoOOH." Suddenly her body goes stiff. Her arms shoot out from around Maura and she turns on her back, wrapping the giggling girl in her arms and pulling her into a massive hug.
Sitting up, Maura watches her fiancee and daughter wrestle in their attempt to give the other a dreaded wet willy. Sticking her own two fingers in her mouth, Maura promptly finds two ears causing resounding 'ewwwwws' to echo in the room and raises her hands in triumph.
"I win!"