Jane had never heard of the term "babymoon," nor did she ever expect to be on one, but all of the parenting magazines and websites Maura looked into had suggested a babymoon, so on a warm, sunny weekend in late June Jane and Maura found themselves cuddling with each other on the porch swing at a beach house they had rented. With just a little more than three months until Maura's due date, and two or three weeks until Maura entered her third trimester, Jane and Maura were running out of time to go away together before Baby Rizzoli was born, so Maura had booked a surprise vacation for them in hopes that they'd use the their time at the beach house to be intimate with each other and strengthen their bond as a couple.

Jane lovingly caressed her wife's arm, which Maura took as her cue to hold her even closer. This vacation of theirs was for the sole purpose of spoiling Jane, so Maura had insisted that Jane was the one being held. It wasn't what Jane was used to, but relinquishing all of her control to Maura was just what she needed. Without even saying a word, Maura was able to give her wife the reassurance that everything in their lives was going to be okay. There was only a little more than three months until Baby Rizzoli would be welcomed into the world and Jane's insecurities were starting to resurface. She was worried about being a good mom and, although they were a two-income family, she still worried about being a good provider. When Maura reassured her that they were financially stable, Jane's worries shifted to whether she was able to care for the baby's needs. Would she know when their baby girl was hungry or when she was sick? Would she know what to do if she couldn't stop crying? And what about being in the delivery room with Maura? Could she handle seeing her in that much pain?

"Are you thinking again?" Maura asked as she twirled her wife's hair around her index finger.

Without lifting her head from Maura's shoulder, Jane looked up at her wife. "No."

"What are you thinking about?" Maura asked. Although her wife had said she wasn't thinking, Maura could see right through her lie.

"Baby Rizzoli," Jane admitted. She moved her hand from Maura's arm to her now bigger baby bump.

The thought of their future baby made Maura soften her tone. "We'll meet her soon and you're going to be a perfect mom. I see the way you are with Hannah."

"Hannah is fifteen," Jane pointed out. "She can talk and feed herself."

"We're in this together," Maura reassured her. "If we ever need help, we can ask your mom. We have so many people on our side and they want us to have this baby together. Little Sofia already has so much love."

"Sofia," Jane smiled. "I'm glad we've settled on her name."

"How about Sofia Jane?" Maura asked.

Jane shook her head, her curls tickling her wife's shoulders. "Sofia Erin," Jane suggested. "Our Sofia Erin Rizzoli."

"It doesn't flow," Maura pointed out.

Jane playfully sprinkled her wife's neck with kisses. "How about Sofia Clementine Dorthea Rizzoli?"

"But I love our daughter," Maura said worriedly.

Jane pressed her nose against her wife's cheek. "Maur, I was kidding."

"We don't do that when it comes to Baby Rizzoli's name," Maura said sternly.

"Her middle name means that much to you?"

"Yes!" Maura insisted. "I want her to know that she was named after someone I admire."

"Someone you admire," Jane said jokingly. "And that's why you want her name to be Sofia Jane?"

"We aren't joking about Baby Rizzoli's name," Maura reminded her. "And, yes, I want her name to be Sofia Jane."

"Why?" Jane asked. She knew exactly why Maura wanted to name the baby Sofia Jane, but it had been awhile since she had gotten compliments from Maura and she wanted her ego to be stroked.

"Because I love you," Maura said as Jane continued to stroke her tummy. "I know I haven't been the most amicable woman throughout my pregnancy, but not once did you become upset with me. You have been the perfect wife and I know you're going to be the perfect mother to Sofia just as you are to Hannah. Hannah looks up to you, Jane. She wants to be just like you when she becomes an adult and I can see so much of you in her. She's compassionate and brave and she always wants to do the right thing even if the right thing to do isn't always popular. You've been such a great influence on her and I know you're going to be a great influence on our baby. Every moment of every day, I feel so fortunate to be your wife, and both Hannah and our little Sofia are fortunate to be your daughters. I want her name to be Sofia Jane and when she's older and asks us how we chose her middle name, I want to be the one who explains it to her. I want to tell her the stories that you never will because you're never one to be boastful. You've saved my life, Jane, and when we became a couple I felt as if you saved my life again. I had given up on marriage and having a family of my own, and here we are a year and a half later with a daughter and a baby on the way. I never knew I could be this happy, Jane, and it's all because of you. That's why I want her name to be Sofia Jane. I'm the one giving birth to her, but if she has your name I'll feel as if she has a part of you."

When Jane noticed the tears pooling in her wife's eyes, she lifted her head up to place gentle kisses along Maura's temple. "She already has a part of me. You're a part of me and she's coming from you."

Maura watched as Jane leaned in toward her baby bump or Baby Rizzoli's home as Jane and Hannah so often referred to it as. "What are you doing?" Maura asked.

Jane looked up for a brief moment. "Talking to our girl," she responded. "Sofia, I know you spend every second with your mommy, but there are still so many things to look forward to doing with her. She gives the best hugs and kisses and, when she holds you, you're going to know you're loved. Three more months until you get to meet her but, while you're in her tummy, be good to her. No staying up all hours of the night and kicking." Jane was taken aback when she felt her their baby kick. "Maur, did she just kick after I told her not to?"

"She just kicked again," Maura pointed out.

"It's like she's already talking back to me," Jane responded.

"Of course she's talking back," Maura said as she played with a strand of Jane's hair. "She's a Rizzoli—she's a Jane Rizzoli."

"Just what we need," Jane said jokingly. "Remind me to apologize to my mom for eighteen years of being disobedient."

"Eighteen years?" Maura asked. "You have thirty-six years of disobedience and sarcasm to apologize for."

"Maura," Jane groaned. "I thought the point of this trip was for you to be nice to me for the first time in six months."

"I'm going to be nice, but I'm not going to lie to you," Maura pointed out.

Jane did her best to pretend what Maura had said was offensive, but she was actually grateful that her wife was bickering with her. After months of not feeling her best and not having confidence because of the changes happening to her body, Maura was starting to show remnants of her former self.

Jane and Maura had a romantic evening planned, but until then the two of them were content with holding each other on the porch swing and watching people's interactions at the beach. They noticed a toddler girl building a sand castle with a teenager who might have been her sister and they couldn't help picturing Hannah interacting with Sofia in a couple of years. Jane and Maura missed their daughter and they were eager for the birth of Baby Sofia, but they were going to use this time alone to reconnect and spoil each other.

As much as Jane fussed over their baby and treated Maura as if she were delicate, she knew her wife was more than just a mommy—she was still a woman, a woman with a renewed sexual appetite and Jane was going to spend the entire night pleasing her.