"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Maura asked as she reached over to steal a macaroon from Jane's plate. "It's not even 1:00pm and we're done with our lists."

"Four hours; a real record," Jane mumbled.

"Oh cheer up, Jane! Stop being such a party popper."

"Pooper, Maur. It's party pooper."

"Whatever the saying is, just try to cheer up. This is supposed to be a fun- mmm ohmygod you need to try this," she said as she handed half of her macaroon over to Jane "Oh it's so sweet."

"I can think of another sweet I'd like to eat," Jane smirked.

"Jane! Oh my god, that's why you're being so crabby. My little sex deprived detective. I hope you realize that we are going to have to wait much longer than two weeks after the baby is born until we can resume intercourse."

"Ugh, Maura. Don't call it that. Besides," she said as she waved her hand, "I'll have a cute little baby to distract me. All I have now is your huge tits- sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just wanting you real bad. I don't mean to sound like some horny teenage boy."

Maura laughed and reached across the table to grab Jane's hand. "Well, remember our conversation from this morning?"

"I know, I know. I'm trying. Finish up your macaroons and try not to make any erotic noises this time. Let's go get that tree."

Popping the last piece into her mouth, Maura couldn't resist teasing Jane. It was too easy.

"Mmmm oh god, so good." She winked as her wife glared at her.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Maura just laughed as she put her coat on and headed towards the exit.


Arriving at the local tree lot, Jane pulled Maura close as they walked through the rows of trees.

"Alright babe, what are we looking for? Gigantic evergreen? Charlie Brown tree?"

"I don't know. I'll know when I see it."

Sighing, Jane tried to feign annoyance, but one look at the excitement on Maura's face, she couldn't help but smile. Maura glowed; her eyes sparkled. All the little things that Jane took for granted during the holidays; the simple Christmas traditions like picking out a tree, making cookies, Maura didn't have that growing up. Didn't have those traditions until the Rizzoli's welcomed her into the family.

Jane was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't feel Maura slip away from her to stand in front of a snow covered, slightly lopsided tree with thick full branches.

"Is this the one?" Jane asked as she came to stand next to her wife.

"This is it. Imperfections and all," she smiled, "Let's go home, Jane."


Jane managed to unload and set up the tree; only swearing six times throughout the whole process. The tree now stood tall, draped in lights in the living room. The only task left was to hang the ornaments.

"It looks beautiful, hon," Maura said as she brought Jane a beer from the kitchen. "Are you going to help me with the ornaments or have you exhausted yourself?"

"No, I want to help. Just give me a minute to enjoy this drink. You start and I'll join you in a few minutes," Jane said as she collapsed onto the couch.

Jane sat with beer in hand watching Maura delicately handle each ornament, taking the time to appreciate each one and finding the perfect branch to place it on. Maura's hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, dressed in dark jeans and a sweater that hung off her shoulder. Her face was glowing from the lights on the tree. She looked up from an ornament and her eyes caught Jane staring at her; Maura blushed. Jane always looked at her as if she could see into her soul; a look of pure love. Maura continued to place an ornament on the tree as Jane came over to join her, circling her arms around Maura's waist and resting her head on her shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," Jane whispered as she kissed Maura's cheek and reached into the box to grab an ornament. "Hey look at this one" she said as she pulled out an ornament with a small photo of baby Jane Rizzoli that read, "My first Christmas."

Maura leaned over to get a better look at the photo.

"Oh my, look at all that hair! I've never seen a baby with so much hair. Beautiful even then." Maura smiled, rubbing her belly which finally started to show. "I wonder if our baby will have wild hair like that. I hope so."

"Can you believe next Christmas we'll have a little Rizzoli-Isles to celebrate with? A first Christmas ornament hanging up just for him or her? I can't believe it." Jane placed her scarred hands over Maura's belly, rubbing gently, "I can't wait."

Jane got down on her knees, pulling up Maura's sweater, placing kisses all over her swollen abdomen. "I can't wait to spend Christmas with you little guy... or girl."

Maura stared lovingly down at her wife, running her fingers through the wild dark hair, pulling at it gently. "Jane," she breathed before Jane stood up to kiss her on the lips, "Jane, I'm ready to finish the tradition."

Jane's hands wrapped around Maura, the little belly resting in between them, "Huh?"

Maura nodded her head toward the fort that still made a mess of their living room, "I want to finish our tradition."

She wrapped her arms around Jane's neck, "I want you to make love to me. All. night. long."

Jane's mouth fell open. "But what about- are you sure? I don't want to hurt you-your breasts, I mean."

"I trust you." Maura nibbled at Jane's ear before pulling back. She swiftly pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a new black lace bra, which appeared to have extra coverage and extra support for her tender breasts.

"You better not be teasing me."

Maura shook her head.

"Then come on, move it," Jane said as she turned Maura towards the fort, giving her ass a playful slap, "Get in there!"


Once in the fort, Maura lay back on the mattress with Jane hovering above her; a look of lust and love tracing over her body. Jane unzipped Maura's jeans and pulled them off to reveal matching lace underwear. Jane paused to gaze lovingly at her wife; her large breasts, newly formed veins running from her breasts to her abdomen, and oh, her abdomen. There was something so sexy about seeing Maura's belly, growing with their little baby. She fought back tears.

Maura was blushing at the way Jane looked at her, feeling a little self-conscious, even though she knew there was no reason to feel that way. Jane leaned down to kiss Maura's neck, her throat; her collarbone; the space between her breasts; traveling down her stomach until she reached her hip bones. Slowly, she hooked her fingers on each side of the lace and slid them down and off. Lowering herself between Maura's legs, placing kisses on her thighs, trailing her tongue until she almost reached Maura's center, only giving in when she heard Maura whimper and grip her hands on the sheets.

"Jane, please," she breathed.

With that, Jane's mouth made contact with Maura's center. Licking, sucking, biting, forcing herself not to reach up to grab Maura's breasts. She continued the assault until she felt Maura's hand tugging in her hair, pulling her up to her mouth.

Maura moaned as she tasted herself on Jane's lips. "I want you inside me," she panted.

"Oh fuck, Maur," Jane whispered as she bit Maura's neck, slipping her fingers into her wife, slowly developing a steady rhythm. Maura's hips grinding up to meet her thrusts. She moved her lips back to Maura's in a sloppy, wet kiss. Tongues hot and wet and messy. It was a kiss of pure passion.

"Mmmm oh god Jane, I'm so close. Oh, oh..."

"Let go baby, I've got you." Jane nipped Maura's neck. "You're so beautiful."

"Yes, yes oh Jane oh OH ohmygod, harder!"

With one final thrust, Maura's walls clenched and she cried out Jane's name as she climaxed.

"I love you," they whispered simultaneously.