When Maura awoke on Halloween morning, she was instantly aware of the lips gently pressing against her shoulder blades and the hand that was tracing the contour of her ribs softly. Maura opened her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she wriggled her body backwards so she could be closer to her girlfriend.
"Good morning." Jane hummed as she moved to press her lips against the pulse point in Maura's neck, goosebumps rising on the lilac haired girls arms when she did so.
"Hi." Maura smirked when her girlfriend's fingers began toying with one of her nipples, clearly in no mood to take her time. "We have so much to do today." Maura noted, though it did not distract Jane in the slightest.
"That's why we need to start the day on a good note." Jane replied, earning a spirited giggle from her girlfriend who shifted in her arms so she could press their lips together.
"What about…" Maura started, her words catching in her throat when Jane's fingers began softly tracing along Maura's frilly, satin underwear.
"Already fed and put back to bed."
Jane pushes the fabric aside, swiping her fingers along the length of Maura's slick flesh.
"I could get used to this..." Maura purrs, arching her hips towards Jane's fingers.
Maura bites down on her lip as Jane pushes inside her, releasing a strangled moan through pearly teeth as her hips rock upwards. Jane captures its end in her mouth, flicking her tongue out along her girlfriend's as she continues her movements.
"Faster," Maura pants, rolling her hips in time with Jane's quickening thrusts.
Jane chuckles until Maura's lips find her jaw, nipping at the curved bone and soothing it with her tongue til she can feel the echo of the brunette's pulse point calling her name. She finds the hammering blood between her teeth at the same time Jane flicks a thumb across her clit, each woman pressing into their respective touches. Maura can feel her orgasm building, Jane's fingers curling deep inside her... until a familiar cry resounds through the apartment.
"Fuck..." Jane sighs, stilling her fingers inside the blonde. "I swear he was fine before."
Maura practically whines as Jane removes her fingers, leaving an apologetic kiss against her forehead.
"Later." she promises, rushing from the room to calm her son.
Maura grumbles low in her throat, so close yet so far from the pleasure she desires, half considering finishing herself off. Her hand wanders down to where Jane's was minutes prior, still feeling the wet heat there.
"Maur, where did we put his costume?"
Maura sighs deeply, throwing her hand away knowing fine well the moment was over. Later.
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"I swear to god, Lily." Maura groaned as the little girl ran toward Jane, poking her tongue out at her sister playfully as she did so. "You want Jane to do your hair?" The look of terror that made its way onto the brunette's face was enough to cause Maura to break out into giggles.
"You want to be Alice, right?" Jane asked the little girl quietly, resting her hands on the little girls back before she turned her and pushed her gently toward Maura Lily burst into giggles before throwing her arms around Jane's neck.
"Lily, come here now." Maura warned, her voice loud and dark causing even Jane to sit up straight. "Lily!" Maura yelled once Maura, and when Lily's arms tightened around Jane's neck the brunette knew it was time to step in.
"Hey, calm down." Jane whispered, running a hand across Lily's back in an attempt to let the young girl know she was in no way in any trouble. "What's the problem?" Jane asked, frowning at her girlfriend. She was yet to ever see Maura raise her voice; she knew there must have been something triggering it.
"Aren't you nervous?" Jane pursed her lips, comprehension washing over her.
"About our parents meeting?" Jane clarified just to be sure as she pushed Lily away again. "Go let your sister do your hair.
"Why does she listen to you?" Maura asked with a frown as her sister returned to her seat in front of Maura. Jane lifted her shoulders, pulling the most innocent face she could in her girlfriend's direction.
"You have nothing to be nervous about."
"My parents aren't the most normal people in the world." Maura reminded Jane with a small smile as she began to brush through her sister's blonde hair.
"I can't get over this." Jane smiled, both of her hands moving to rest on her face as she looked at her son who was crawling around the living room floor in his rabbit costume. Jane chose to try and distract Maura rather than argue with her about whose family was more normal.
"Why is your mother so insistent on coming over tonight?"
"It's her first grandbaby's first Halloween, Maur." Jane pointed out, shrugging her shoulders casually. Jane moved to sit in front of Oliver, holding his hands so the little boy could pull himself up onto his feet with ease. The brunette felt her heart hammer in her chest when he took shaky steps closer to her. Being a mother really was the most thrilling thing she'd ever done.
"He's getting closer." Maura noted with a bobby pin wedged open between her top and bottom teeth, both of her hands holding back half of her little sister's hair.
"I'm so scared." Jane laughed nervously, genuinely dreading her son finally being fully mobile. There were so many expensive, nice things in their new home. Jane made a point to start baby proofing asap. Oliver grinned up at his mother as he took a final step with her help and collapsed into her waiting arms.
"babababa." Oliver babbled as he pressed his face against his mothers, taking her nose into his mouth as if it were a pacifier. Jane scrunched her face up and pulled him back slightly, drool running down her face as she did so.
"I live such a glamorous life." Jane joked, rolling her eyes at her son as she wiped her face on her shoulder. Jane placed her son on his back down on the carpeted floor before moving to sit on her thighs as though she were moving into child's pose, looking down at Oliver with an affectionate smile. "You are so cheeky." Jane told him before rubbing her nose gently against his, both of his chubby hands resting on each of her cheeks as she did so.
"Mama." Oliver spat out suddenly, both of the girls stopping what they were doing to look at the little boy who was continuously mumbling mama over and over again. Jane turned with wide eyes to look at her girlfriend, almost begging her to promise her she wasn't dreaming.
"I guess he's going to call you mama." Maura smiled across at Jane who had lifted her son back to rest against her chest, tears burning behind her dark eyes.
"I wonder what he's going to call you." Jane wonders aloud as she places Oliver in his high chair, disappearing into the kitchen to grab some baby apple sauce for him. Maura smiled sweetly, lost in her own thoughts about a topic they weren't quite ready to discuss. What would Jane's son call Maura?
"Janie?" Angela's voice came from the front door, the older Italian letting herself into their apartment and making her way into the living area where she found the girls.
"Hey ma." Jane said without looking away from her son as she placed a bib around his neck to protect his costume from any stains.
"Hi sweetheart." Angela waved at Maura as she pressed her lips against her daughter's hair. "Is this Lily?" She asked with that warm smile only mothers seem to be able to pull off.
"Hi!" Lily exclaimed, "who are you?"
"I'm Jane's mom." Angela told her before she began rummaging through her bag, thankfully just as Maura finished pinning her hair piece in place. "I have something for you; I hope she likes dolls."
Lily's ears perk up at the word, instinctually reaching her hands for Angela's bag.
"A doll?" she asks, wide eyed. "For me?"
"The present was quite unnecessary, Angela." Maura says, Lily shooting her a look that tells her it was completely necessary.
Angela hands over the doll and Lily squeals excitedly, Oliver flapping his arms excitably to match. Lily gives Angela a tight squeeze around the knees in thank you before running off to play with her new toy.
"Lily!" Maura chastises. "You need to come sit so I can do your hair, I promise we're nearly done." Jane guides the little girl back to her girlfriend, running a calming hand along Maura's shoulder before turning back to her mother.
"You're five minutes late to his newest milestone." Jane frowns, leaning next to her mother. "Isn't she little guy? Mama, can you say Mama?" she coos. Oliver flaps his arms again in her direction, smiling at her.
"Mamamamama..." he echoes. "Mama."
"Oh my baby!" Angela exclaimed excitedly, clapping her hands in Oliver's direction earning a wide eyed looking of happiness in return before his hands mimicked his grandmothers.
"Can you watch him while I go get ready?" Jane asks her mother, handing her the small pot of apple sauce she was about to start feeding to her son.
"Is he really a bunny for Halloween?" Angela asked sceptically as she looked down at her grandson whose eyes refused to focus on anything but the food in her hand.
"What? No. He's the white rabbit, like from Alice In Wonderland." Jane corrected her mother, pointing toward Lily in her bright blue and white dress as she spoke.
"Matching outfits for the little ones; how grown up." Angela joked, nudging Jane playfully. It wasn't until the words left her mother's mouth that Jane realised how right she was. They were already acting like a little family. "Maura what are you dressing as love?"
"Wonder Woman." Maura announced proudly as Jane disappeared up the stairs to put on her costume that Maura had begged her to reconsider. "Jane is going as a witch."
"Jane never was one for dressing up." Angela laughed, able to tell Maura was unimpressed with her girlfriend's effort.
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The girls took both Lily and Oliver trick or treating for all of two hours before Lily was begging Maura to carry her. Oliver was fast asleep in Jane's arms and both of the girls wanted nothing more than to be home in their warm bed together.
"When is your dad picking Lily up?" Jane asked as she lifted Oliver out of his car seat when they got home, instantly placing him in the portable bassinet they had set up in the living room.
"I'll call him and check." Maura whispered as she carried Lily into the house, laying her on the sofa in an effort to keep her sleeping. Maura made her way into the kitchen, slipping her heels off in the process and placing them by the front door. She stretched her shoulders, her whole body tense from carrying her four year old sister around most of the night.
"So Ma is going to come grab Oli." Jane announced as she came back downstairs, though Maura hadn't even noticed her go up the stairs.
"What? Why?" Maura asked in confusion as she pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator, a smile coming onto her lips when Jane wrapped her arms around her waist. Jane had rid herself of the ridiculous wig she'd been wearing all night and finally looked like Jane again.
"I thought we could make up for this morning." Jane murmured with a smirk as she pressed her lips lovingly against Maura's jawline, earning a quiet sigh of satisfaction in return.
"I guess that's okay then." Maura replied, letting her head fall back giving Jane better access to her neck, the brunette instantly dipping her head to bite down on Maura's pulse point.
"I'm hereeeeee girls." Angela announced awkwardly as she held her hands over her eyes in their kitchen. Both of the girls jumped apart, Maura's cheeks flushing a deep crimson at being caught in a compromising position again.
"Ma I just called you." Jane groaned, annoyed more than anything else at being cut off by another of her family members when all she wanted was her hands tangled up in everything that is Maura.
"I was dropping Frankie off down the street!" Angela excused herself, holding hands up in front of her chest in apology, offering Maura a reassuring smile that what she'd almost walked in on hadn't changed the way she felt about her.
Three quiet taps on the front door broke the silence that followed, Jane rolling her eyes as she pointed to where Oliver was sleeping.
"I'll get his overnight bag." Jane muttered as she disappeared up the stairs again, leaving Maura to open the door. Angela made her way to where her grandson was sleeping, lifting him into her arms without a second of hesitation. Thankfully; he remained asleep.
"Daddy." Maura smiled as she opened the front door, wrapping her arms around her father's neck and allowing herself to breathe in his familiar scent. She felt his hands loosen around her waist but she refused to let go, just wanting a few more seconds.
"Are you okay?" He chuckled, kissing the top of her head when she finally let go of him. Maura merely nodded, shrugging her shoulders in an effort to brush off her rather long hug.
"Is mom with you?" Maura asked nervously, biting down on her bottom lip. Alexander shook his head before Maura spoke again. "Um, Jane's mother is here." Maura whispered.
"Do you want me to come back later?" Her father asked in complete sincerity, not moving from his place in the entry way, unsure of how to approach the given situation. He made note to ask his daughter why her own mother being there would have made a difference when they were next alone.
"What? No. I was just letting you know." Maura replied quickly, taking her father's large hand and leading him into the living room. "Angela? This is my father, Alexander."
"Hi." Alexander beamed, taking his hand from Maura's in order to shake Jane's mothers hand. Angela looked up at him with a small smile, clearly taken back by the man's good looks.
"Blue Steel." Jane grinned as she walked down the staircase for the second time since they got home.
"Jane." He laughed, rolling his eyes at his nickname that was apparently not going anywhere fast. Jane walked straight up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she extended the overnight bag she'd back to Angela.
"I see you met my Ma." Jane smirked, pursing her lips as her mother continued looking completely flawed by Alexander's looks. No one could deny he was gorgeous. "Wait, why aren't you dressed up?!"
"You took Lily for us; I finally am free of Halloween." Alexander chuckled, nudging Jane's shoulder with a wink. Maura felt a sigh of relief wash over her at their playful interaction. "Got a romantic night planned?"
"Oh, I caught them beginning their romantic night." Angela laughed awkwardly, causing everyone except Alexander to blush in response. Instead, he laughed.
"That's my girls."
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"You're not wearing your costume anymore."
"It was itchy." Jane laughs, clearing the spare costume bits and pieces from the dining table.
"Shame..." Maura breathes, wrapping her arms around the brunette from behind.
She turns Jane's body to face her, eyes darkening at the gasp her girlfriend releases. Maura, unlike Jane, is still dressed in her outfit; albeit a little more provocatively than earlier. Her boots have been exchanged for Jane's favourite red pumps, a section of rope attached to the garter on her thigh.
"I never realised I had a Wonder Woman fetish before." Jane admits, reaching a hand to run along Maura's patterned leotard.
Maura slaps her hand away as fingers graze her breasts, the brunette's eyes perceptibly wider at the realisation Maura no longer wears a bra underneath.
"Sit." Maura husks, pushing Jane back into one of their chairs.
Jane stumbles a little, her eyes too caught on the movement of Maura's thighs as the woman struts to follow her.
"What are you-"she's silenced with a kiss as Maura's body bends over hers for a few moments.
When Maura pulls back she slides onto Jane's lap, straddling strong thighs as she reconnects their lips again. Her lilac hair tickles Jane's face as her hands move lower, grazing across Jane's breasts and around her waist before they continue back to her front.
When Jane feels the rope on her wrists she panics for an instant, her eyes flying open to meet Maura's. She relaxes under their hazel reassurance, simply quivering as she's bound tight to the
chair. Maura watches her give an experimental tug, hissing as the tightly wound fabric grazes across her wrist.
"The safe word is justice." Maura winks, nipping at her earlobe before she slides from Jane's lap.
Jane whimpers at the loss, tugging on her restraints with a pout. Maura just smirks, waggling her finger in Jane's direction, turning and walking from the room.
"Maura?" Jane calls. "Maur, what are you doing? This isn't funny."
After a few minutes of no reply Jane begins to worry, a million possible mistakes crossing through her mind as she begins to struggle harder against her bindings.
"Maur..." she whines, kicking her feet on the ground. "Come on, you can't do that."
Maura stands just out of Jane's sight, stifling her laughter with a hand until she can muster up her demeanour again. She enters the room without explanation, watching Jane's frustration disappear with each sway of her hips in the hot red heels.
When Maura leans over her again she surges to capture pink bottom lip between her teeth, shocked as her mouth fills with something unfamiliar.
"You need to know when it's time to be quiet." Maura whispers, pinching her girlfriend's cheeks between her pointer and thumb. "I want that ball to remain in your mouth unless you need to use our safe word, capisce?"
Jane's eyes are black as they search Maura's for any hint that this whole thing is a joke, shining as she realises her girlfriend is just as serious as she was about never throwing away her shoe boxes. She nods.
"Good girl..." Maura hums, kissing Jane's cheek lightly. "Now spread your legs."
Jane obeys as Maura runs hands down her torso, paying special attention to her covered breasts until Jane presses against her as much as she's allowed. When Maura kneels between her legs she swallows as roughly as she can with the ball still in her mouth, lifting her hips so that Maura can tug down her shorts. The chair is warm against her as she loses her panties next, making low whimpering sounds as Maura reaches out to touch her.
Maura swipes her fingers along the length of Jane's dampening flesh, pressing herself inside for a few moments to greet the rise of the brunette's hips. When she withdraws, pleased with the wetness she's found, she can hear Jane's garbled no's and please's trying to lure her back but she refuses.
Jane's eyes widen as Maura reaches down by the side of the chair, producing a light purple phallus Jane hadn't even realised that Maura owned. Maura presents it in upturned palms, giving Jane the chance to study it and an option to refuse before she continues. It's double ended, Jane realises, one side shorter than the other; Jane wonders which Maura will use on her.
"Do you want this?" Maura asks, her voice dripping sultry between Jane's thighs.
Jane tries to speak before she remembers her gag, nodding swiftly in reply.
"Which end to use..." Maura contemplates teasingly, running the shorter head along Jane's folds. "Which would you prefer baby? Blink once for this end," she commands, pressing against Jane's clit with the shorter end. "Or twice for the other."
Jane blinks twice and Maura smirks, running her tongue across her lips.
"My, my, someone's feeling greedy tonight." Maura clucks.
For a minute or so Jane thinks that Maura may deny her, groaning low in her gut as she feels the longer end graze against her. The phallus slides inside her easily when guided by Maura's hand, the lilac haired woman between her knees taking her time as she skims Jane's clit.
Jane down casts her gaze to Maura's as she removes her hand from the toy, leaving it to bob inside her lightly, as fingers move to her leotard. She draws it down her shoulders, watching Jane's eyes watch her slowly reveal her breasts. When the fabric bunches just beneath them she leaves it, running hands up along her breasts to tweak at her nipples. Jane's hips twitch towards her, shuddering as the toy moves inside her. Maura's lip quirks upwards beneath her teeth as she runs hands up along Jane's thighs, ensuring she has the brunette's full attention before lowering her mouth.
Jane swears she can feel it, swears that she can feel Maura's tongue gliding across the head of the toy inside her, bucking her hips wantonly as she fights her restraints. She can see Maura's breasts move with each motion, finally understanding the pure want that a blowjob can induce. When Maura takes the exposed end of the toy fully in her mouth Jane groans, pressing it to her throat as much as she can without leaving the chair.
Maura works fast, each stroke of her mouth moving the toy inside Jane's body until her girlfriend is panting so hard that Maura worries she may pass out. She lets the phallus pop from her lips with a string of saliva still connecting her to Jane. She rises from her knees to shuck the heels and her costume headband, finally pulling down the last of her leotard.
Jane licks her lips as Maura straddles her again, feeling every inch of their toy slide inside her. Maura's head falls back, Lilac tresses brushing her spine, as she begins to rock on Jane's lap. The toy moves inside them both as Maura's nails dig against her girlfriend's still clothed back.
"Do you want me to take it out?" Maura pants, never stilling her hips, as she motions to the ball in Jane's mouth.
Jane nods furiously, practically spitting it into Maura's hand.
"God," she chokes, rolling her hips with Maura's.
"Kiss me."
Jane moves her lips to Maura's neck, sucking and biting a path that will last for days, losing her breath as Maura moves atop her. When she reaches Maura's mouth the woman's tongue slides between her lips, tracing the path of her teeth and tongue. Jane can feel how close she is, can feel herself contracting around the toy, and god she hopes that Maura is close too.
Maura groans into Jane's mouth as she feels teeth close against her tongue, tugging lightly in the way that Jane knows drives her absolutely crazy. She reaches one of her hands between them, finding Jane's clit as she continues riding the toy and increasing the tug-pull between them. It only takes a few circles around the bundle of nerves for Jane to be spent, disconnecting their lips to echo Maura's name. Maura comes soon after, still riding Jane's aftershock as she moves to her own clit.
Maura's forehead falls to Jane's shoulder when they're both done, purring affection into the brunette's collar as she feels a kiss against her hairline.
"I wasn't expecting that." Jane admits breathily.
"Neither," Maura laughs. "But we'll have to do it again."
"I'm hungry." Jane sighed, licking her lips just before her stomach grumbled loudly, causing smiles to break out on both girl's faces.
"I'm going to have a shower, make yourself something to eat and meet me back in bed in half an hour."
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Jane felt sick. She was yet to lie to Maura and doing so felt more wrong than anything else she had ever done. She sat quietly at the outdoor café table; Oliver perched happily in his stroller beside her as she nervously checked her phone for the fifth time. Maybe he wasn't coming.
"I'm sorry I'm late." The sound of Casey's voice sent an unfamiliar shiver down Jane's spin, her heart hammering in her chest as he sat down across from her, thankfully making no move to hug or touch her. "How are you?" He asked straight up, the lump in Jane's throat making it impossible for her to speak; so she didn't.
Casey's eyes moved to rest on Oliver's face, a sickly sweet smile playing on his familiar lips as he leaned forward in his seat, extending his hand toward their son. Oliver instinctively reached for the offered hand, wrapping his small fingers around Casey's thumb.
"Hey little man," Casey cooed, bringing Oliver's hand to his face so he could press his lips against the baby's soft Olive toned skin.
"Oliver, his names Oliver." Jane spoke, knowing that he already knew but feeling the need to tell him for herself. Casey nodded, not looking up at her as he continued kissing Oliver's hand.
"Would… Do you mind if I…" Jane felt her breath hitch in her throat, nodding none the less as she released the breaks on the stroller in order to push it closer to Casey. Jane watched with cautious eyes as her ex-boyfriend lifted their son out of his seat.
"What happened to the army?" Jane asked straight up, wanting to know how long she had to worry about accidentally running into Casey in Boston while she was with Maura.
"I'm just waiting to find out when I'm being deployed." Casey admitted, relief washing over Jane's body at his words. "So I won't be here long, don't worry." Oliver beamed up at his father, his hands resting on his scruffy face.
"I need to know you aren't going to pull that sort of crap again, Casey," he looked at her with complete innocence on his face. "Mother's day, sending me flowers? That isn't okay."
"Sending you flowers isn't okay?" Casey asked spitefully; obviously not ready to have the civilised conversation Jane was desperate to get out of the way. "Is that coming from you or her?" Jane is taking back by his question, genuinely not expecting him to mention Maura at all.
"Maura has nothing to do with this. This is about us, about him." Jane lied, staring at her son who seemed far too happy in his dad's lap. Maura had everything to do with this. She wanted nothing more than for her girlfriend to feel completely at ease.
"You can't keep him from me." Casey threatened, Jane's heart skipping two beats as she considered his words. She cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to keep from crying.
"Don't do that. Believe me; you do not want to do that." Jane responded, her voice dark and full of warning. Everything inside of Jane knew that if he even tried to take her son away, he'd be in for a world of hurt. Too many people in her life cared and cherished her son, no one was taking him away.
"Is he walking yet?" Casey asked, focusing both of their attention on their son rather than each other. Jane couldn't help but smile as her little boy looked back at her, recognition in his eyes.
"Not yet, but his getting really close," Jane replied.
"What about talking?" Casey probed, surprising Jane by asking genuine questions about their little boy.
"He isn't even one yet." Jane reminded him with a chuckle, her smile instantly fading as she realised he didn't even know what Oliver's birth date was. They shared a moment of awkward silence before Casey turned Oliver around in his lap, standing the boy on his feet. "Do you talk to him about me?"
"No." Jane admitted quietly, but truthfully. Casey nodded, refusing to admit that it bothered him.
"And you're happy?" He continued, "with her, I mean."
"I am. I really am." Jane admitted, swallowing the lump in her throat at the fact he was asking seemingly sincere questions about her girlfriend.
"We do make some handsome babies, Rizzoli." Casey laughed playfully as he lifted Oliver over his head, the little boy squealing in excitement.
"No one is denying that." Jane chuckled in response.
"Jane?" The familiar voice made the brunettes stomach drop, her whole body beginning to tremble before she looked to her side, greeted with Maura's unsure face. Constance stood beside her with a sweet smile, oblivious to the situation she'd just walked into.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Jane asked, her voice shaking as she spoke. Casey continued kissing all over Oliver's face while they spoke, clearly not interested in making anyone comfortable.
"I'm having lunch with my mother. What are you doing here?" Maura asked, her skin crawling at the sight of who she could only assume was Casey. He was a spitting image of Oliver and it made her want to scream.
"We… I'm just… He wanted to meet Oliver." Jane replied, praying that Casey didn't hate her enough to interrupt and let Maura know that it was she who had called him. Finally Casey decided to speak, flashing a wide smile in the lilac haired girls' direction.
"You must be the famous Maura Isles." Maura tried to force a smile, but it came out as nothing short of a scowl.
"I'm sorry but I have absolutely nothing to say to you." Maura responded truthfully, her mother sliding her arm through her daughters, suddenly feeling the thick tension that lingered in the air between them all.
"Excuse me?" Casey asked with a frown, standing to hand Oliver to Jane who was thankfully to have a distraction, no matter how small.
"You left them. You left her, how could you do that?" Maura asked, her protective nature when it came to both Oliver and Jane going into overdrive every time Casey opened his mouth.
"Maura don't." Jane begged, her whole body still trembling. "Please." Maura looked at her girlfriend in pure disbelief, her heart aching in her chest when she, without another word, walked away.
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When Jane walked through their front door later that afternoon, a large part of her expected to see her things sitting by the front door. The last thing she expected was to find her girlfriend standing behind the stove, candles lighting the whole kitchen and living area.
"Maura…" Jane started quietly, her heart hammering in her chest as she spoke. The shorter girl turned toward the sound, an apologetic smile on her lips.
"Hey." She replied, just as quietly as she met Jane and Oliver at the kitchen counter. They instinctively swapped Oliver in the way they did after afternoon when Jane got home, though today Maura was especially thankful to have him safely in her arms.
"I'm sorry." Jane sighed, tears burning behind her eyes as she spoke. "I just wanted to sort it all out without having to involve you too much and I know…"
"Jane, stop." Maura begged, shaking her head before pressing gentle kisses to the little boy's forehead. "I understand; you three are a family."
"No, you're our family," Jane corrected her with a frown, leaning forward to rest her forehead on Maura's shoulder, her arms winding around the slim waist.
"I know I am." Maura promised, "but so is he, and I have to accept that he's going to be around every now and then."
"Where is this all coming from?" Jane wondered aloud, taking the diaper bag that was hanging from her shoulder and placing it on the floor before walking to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle.
"I'm not going to lie to you, it killed me seeing you all so happy together." Maura admitted, accepting the bottle Jane held out towards her. She placed Oliver into a lying down position in her arms, gently kissing his head as she placed the bottle in his mouth. Both of his hands moved to grasp the bottle, making Maura smile slightly. He was growing up too fast.
"But…" Jane probed, sincerely hoping that wasn't the end of Maura's sentence. The brunette picked up where Maura had left off, mixing the vegetables she had in the frying pan. It was strange how fast they'd gotten into this little routine without even realising.
"My mother made me realise I was being extremely selfish. He has to come first for you, and I needed to understand that; and I do now." Maura sighed as she pulled herself onto one of the stools by the kitchen counter. "But Jane…"
"What is it?" Jane asked, turning to face her girlfriend who was biting her nails.
"I need to know you aren't going to lie to me again." Maura spoke quietly, her head lowering slightly as a wave of embarrassment washed over her.
"I promise. Hey," Jane started, moving to place her fingers under her girlfriends chin, forcing her to look at her. "I promise I will never lie to you again."
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Hi there beautiful readers!
I want to take a quick moment to thank you all for your unwavering support.
I'm going away for a few days so there will be a short hiatus but we'll be back with more smutty, fluffy goodness for you very soon!
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