A/N: So I'm just having a lot of family feelings for a lot of reasons today, and had to get them all out. For those who don't remember, Silver is the little stuffed dog that made his appearance awhile back in the texts. I know this follow up has taken longer than expected. Writing has been coming in spurts as of late when I have the time. Rest assured I will be returning to TfM in the near future, life has just been happening at a breakneck pace as of late. I can't thank my co-runner over there for holding it down the way she has. So just a million thanks to sociallyawkwardpenguin for being awesomesauce. All the penguin points for you, my friend.

Maura is almost bowled over by the force of her daughter running into her and clinging to her leg.

And little eyes have begun to well up with tears as Dylan looks up at her mother; causing Maura's heart to lurch just a little.

"mommy, help."

Maura kneels down in front of Dylan and wipes away the small tears trailing down her cheek.

"Shh, it's okay sweetie." Maura reassures, and Dylan wraps her arms around her mother's neck in a tight embrace.

Over a small shoulder, Maura can see Jane leaning against the island with the tattered stuffed dog in sitting next to her; a small, but heartfelt smile on her face.

"Your patient is here." Jane says, lifting the dog in one hand and its ear in the other.

"Come on." Maura stands and takes Dylan with her; hoisting her up on her hip. Making her way to Jane, she drops her purse and keys on the table behind the couch. The sight of her other mother holding Silver in two separate hands brings on a fresh wave of tears and Dylan buries her face into Maura's neck that muffle little whimpers.

Maura pulls out the chair from the island and takes a seat; settling Dylan into her lap. Her daughter peeks out behind her hair as Jane sets Silver in front of Maura.

"Will she make it, Doctor?" Jane asks, her brow knits together. She plays up the concern for Dylan who is looking back and forth between her and her broken companion.

"I think so." Maura says confidently before leaning back and looking at her daughter; "Dylan, can you get mommy's doctor bag?"

Dylan gives a slow nod and Maura smiles as she sets her down; "It's in my office. Hurry." and little feet take off.

"Hey you." Jane leans down and captures her wife's lips in a quick, but sweet kiss.

"Hi." Maura responds and props her elbow on the island; her head resting in her palm; "What happened?" she asks, picking up a little white and gray stuffed ear; flipping it over in her hand.

"One of the kids tried to take him from Dylan. Some tug of war ensued, and Silver came out the loser."

"I'd say."

Dylan scampers back into the kitchen; her hands firmly gripped around the handle of her mommy's medical bag; "gots it." She says triumphantly as she lifts it to Maura.

"Thank you, pickle."

"you gonna fixed him?"

Maura takes the bag and sets it on the island; opening it; "I'm going to do my best." She smiles at Dylan before turning her attention to the bag and rummaging through it.

"Here we go."

Maura removes a small suture set and sets it neatly aside as well as three surgical masks.

"And for my assistants." Maura leans over and pulls the straps of the mask over Dylan's ears. It hangs loosely from her face, revealing the toothy grin behind it.

And Jane recognizes the flicker of mischievousness in her wife's eyes as she stands and brings the mask up to her. Any quip or remark is bit and swallowed back down as she looks at her daughter, who is looking up at her with hopeful eyes as Maura secures the straps over her ears.

Jane only narrows her eyes at her wife, who in return gives her a light kiss through the mask, and a smile that lets her know that she loves her for playing along as she puts on her own.

"Now-" Maura taps the chair beside her and Dylan climbs it quickly; leaning in close to her.

"First I need 100 cc's of MCC." she says looking her wife expectantly.

"Huhwhat?" Jane shakes her head and quirks an eyebrow over her mask.

"Mint chocolate chip."

"Ah, right." Jane turns and opens the cabinet as Maura turns back towards Dylan.

"Now what I need you to do, pickle, is to hold Silver's ear very, very still so I can stitch it back on. Can you do that for me?"

Dylan chews her bottom lip for a moment as Maura holds out Silver's missing piece to her; "yes."

Maura's eyes light up as she smiles at her daughter behind her mask as a little hand reaches out.

"What is 100 cc's? Like, two scoops?" Jane asks, turning on her heels, her hands raising with the container in one and the scoop in the other.

"Fill the bowl, nurse."

Jane's hands drop and a hip jets out; "Really? Nurse?"

"Yes. Really. And if you don't change that attitude, you can leave my E.R" Maura quips as she pulls apart the plastic from around the suture set and takes it out

And once again Jane is silenced, this time the steely glare of her daughter. Instead she grits her teeth behind her mask.

"Yes, doctor." she says pleasantly and Maura is sure she hears a grumble and a stringing together of 'naughty' and 'nurse' as Jane turns back around. She can't help the small devilish smile that tugs at her lips for a moment.

"Okay, you ready?" she asks, turning towards her daughter.

Dylan gives a confident nod and steadies her hand over the small stuffed husky's head.

"Stay right there." Maura leans in closely and threads the first stitch through; tying it with precision and pulling the knot tight.

"Nurse." Maura's eyes look over her mask at Jane who drops the bowl with a little more noise than necessary beside her.

"Yes?"

"Scissors, please."

Jane's tongue clicks the roof of her mouth as turns and opens the drawer behind her.

"Cut here, please." Maura points to a small section of the stitch, and Jane obediently snips through it.

They repeat the process four more times, until Maura sits back in her chair, and wipes her forearm across her brow dramatically.

She looks at Dylan as she pulls her mask to her chin, and Dylan follows suite.

"Nurse. Mint us, please."

"What?" Jane's head drops as she looks over her mask at her wife and daughter.

Maura simply opens her mouth and points, their daughter doing to same. When Jane doesn't move, Maura's stare become pointed and she nudges Dylan with her elbow, whose stare mimics her own. It is a stare off that Jane quickly loses. She picks up the spoon and takes a generous heaping of ice cream with it. She brings it Maura's mouth before veering quickly off and letting it land in Dylan's.

She gives her wife a 'so there' glance. Maura closes her mouth and raises an eyebrow.

"I'm just kidding, here." Jane brings another spoonful to her wife's lips. Maura leans forward and Jane pulls back, just out of reach, causing a small giggle to erupt from their daughter.

"It's not nice to tease." Maura says sweetly.

"sharing is caring." Dylan adds.

"You're right, pickle. I shouldn't be mean." Jane brings the spoon again to her wife's lips, but instead takes a left and sends it into Maura's cheek.

"Oops."

Again to the right; "Oops." and then finally moving quickly and tapping it against Maura's nose.

"Oops."

"You're a jerk." she says before taking Jane's wrist lightly in her hand, and guiding the spoon to her mouth.

"You married this jerk." Jane says, pulling at her mask and leaning down, placing a kiss on her wife's nose, taking away the small green blemish there.

"And what about here?" Maura points to her cheek. She is given a sweet kiss.

"And here?" she points to the other and receives the same.

Dylan taps her mother on the shoulder and looks expectantly at her toy. It has one happy eye and a half attached, floppy ear covering the other.

"Oh, of course." Maura's voice turns serious as she pulls her mask back up.

Jane leans back against the counter, bowl in hand and brings a spoonful of ice cream to smiling lips as she watches her girls.

And when called, she sets down the bowl and pulls back up her mask; taking the scissors from her back pocket and spinning them around her finger in a flourish before happily cutting the final stitches and placing a masked kiss against her wife's temple. Dylan quickly grabs her companion and takes off down the hall; a masked squeal echoing off the walls.

"You're a rockstar." Jane states smiling proudly, leaning back and rewarding Maura by bumping a spoonful of ice cream into her forehead.

"Oops."