Living our Future, Ch 11

A/N: I still do not own these lovely ladies, but I sure do enjoying dreaming with them!

I step out of the shower gingerly. At nine months pregnant, I do everything gingerly it seems. Except walk…I waddle then. Nothing as delicate as the adverb 'gingerly' would infer. I look like a water buffalo. I am fat; huge…house-like. No number of books read in preparation for and as guidance during pregnancy can truly prepare one for the radical changes in your body. I don't recognize myself anymore. Jane is wonderful; she tells me everyday how beautiful I am and how amazing I am. I believe her, I do, but at times like this, alone and looking at my bare body in a mirror…well, I feel less than attractive.

However, I am excited. I am. Every time I begin to fret over superficial or ultimately external things, the baby moves or kicks or makes himself or herself known. That is all it takes to pull me from my shallow musings about my appearance. I am healthy, have gained a perfectly normal amount of weight, and with my eating and exercise habits both pre- and during pregnancy, I will undoubtedly lose the weight I added for our baby. I will find my 'old' body again after our little one is born, and honestly, if I don't it will have all been worth it. My heart's desire to have a baby with Jane is coming true. My prayer to add a sibling for Jackson is going to be a reality very soon. These realities are SO much more important to me than a few extra pounds...

"Hey sexy…whatcha thinkin' about?" Jane slips into our bathroom during my musings.

"Sexy? We might want to schedule an appointment with the optometrist, detective."

"I am the beholder, Doctor, and I know sexy when I see it." Jane comes to a stop behind me. She keeps my eyes locked to hers in the mirror not allowing me to turn around. Taking my towel from my hand, she leaves my entire body visible to her gaze.

"Jane…I should get dressed."

"Shh…" Jane puts her front up to my back and begins to softly stroke her hand down my arm. "I need to touch my wife. Not the mother of my children…my wife. The insanely beautiful, gentle, brilliant woman who stole my heart years ago when she tried to buy a hooker coffee."

Now both hands stroke my bare flesh. Arms, back, down to my hips. Wherever she touches, my body responds. My sex drive was through the proverbial roof during the second trimester but slowed down in the last weeks. We were still intimate emotionally, and we made love once or maybe twice a week until about 6 weeks ago. When my body image concerns really began to come into play. Standing here now naked before Jane with her eyes becoming increasingly black, I actually begin to feel sexy again. I close my eyes hoping to hang on to this feeling.

"No…" Jane stopped her hands. "Open your eyes, Maur. See us…see yourself." My eyes open to find hers. She smiles at me. And I am swept away.

Jane starts back with her stroking hands. Moving around to my chest. She grasps my breasts almost reverently. Delicately stroking, massaging. I cannot control the groans that begin to flow.

"There's my girl…so pretty…so responsive." Jane whispers in my ear before she takes her tongue to its shell. A lick precedes a small bite of my lobe. "I love your body, M…I love it. Every day and in every way."

She begins to move and grind her hips in to my ass which gets my hips working with hers. Her hands leave my breasts to begin stroking at my swollen belly. I love to see her hands on me anywhere, but there is something so very special about her hands over our baby. Protective. I smile watching her hands touch and pat over our child. My eyes return to the mirror expecting to find Jane's eyes on her hands, but I was wrong. When I look, Jane's gaze remains on me.

"I love this baby, Maura. I am excited beyond words…but…you are my wife. You are not an incubator. You are a woman…flesh, blood, heart…you are sex personified to me. I get turned on just hearing your voice. I get revved up when I hear the click of your heels coming to the bullpen. I want to be with you all the time. I want you every moment of every day. Do you understand that? Do you understand what you do to me all the time, M? I want you all the time…all the time…"

During her words, Jane's hands move…"God, Jane…that is so, so good…I need you…."

"Shhh…just feel sweetheart…just let it go…take what only I can give you." Jane kisses my neck providing even more overwhelming feelings to this encounter.

I look at her as long as I can. Within a few minutes, the fire Jane is stoking is at the point of raging. Her attention to my breast and my neck serve to make her fingers at my sex too much for me to keep my eyes open. I do as she asks…I just feel. When my eyes slide shut, she knows how close I am. Feel…just feel the pleasure.

"I love you, Maura…you are my soul's desire. Let go…let me take you over…"

Jane. Just Jane is all I will ever need. Dear God….with that my orgasm rips through me. She has to push to keep moving as my orgasm clinches my walls around her. I go almost limp back into her body. She never leaves me, never stops kissing me, or telling me how beautiful I am. I take it all in. All the love.

"God…feels so good. You feel so good, Jane…I love you…" I turn my head so I can kiss her mouth. Eventually, we move to our bed. Jane touches and strokes me to another orgasm before leaving me to nap.

"Jane!" I open my eyes suddenly. The hospital…labor…I'm in labor! Shit! Contraction coming… "Jane!"

"M! I'm here, baby…just went to get you more ice chips. Sorry, you seemed to be resting ok when I left."

"It hurts, Jane. And I woke up and you weren't here…I just was startled…sorry I yelled like that."

"It is ok, sweetie. You yell all you want, ok? I'm here, I'm not leaving." She kissed my forehead and wiped my brow with a damp rag. "The nurse said you are doing great. You were at a 6 when you dozed. They said it was great that you could catch a little rest. Did it help?"

"Yes. Although I think the dream I was having was more helpful than the actual rest." I smile as big as I can through the discomfort of this ongoing labor.

"Really? Want to share this dream, Doctor?"

"It was more a memory actually…I was recalling the little encounter we had last week in our bathroom."

Jane blushed. "Oh! Yea…that is a nice memory." She leans in to kiss me and caress my cheek. I close my eyes trying to keep resting while I can.

3 hours later:

"Maura, you are doing great. You are fully effaced and dialated. It is time to push. Ready?" Dr. McAfee is now at the foot of Maura's bed in scrubs and assisted by two nurses who have come into our room with extra equipment. I'm officially freaking the shit out right now!

"Yes, I am ready. Thank you." Maura responds. Still polite after some 8 hours of active labor. "Jane. Jane?"

"Huh?" I look up at my wife's voice.

"Are you ready?"

I look at her sweet (and sweaty) face, hear the calmness in her eyes and in her tone…nope. I'm still freaking out! With a deep breath, I take her hand and decide to be honest. "I'm scared, M. I don't know what to do."

Maura smiles at me with a look that tells me she understands and that everything is ok. She kisses my hand and then holds it to her face. "I am ok, Jane. The baby is ok. She, or he, just wants to meet us. We are ready…let's do this, Detective Rizzoli-Isles."

She is right…big surprise there. Hell yea I'm scared, but I am so ready to meet our new baby. We are prepared, and Maura is ok. This is all ok…. "Alright, Dr. Rizzoli-Isles. Let's get our baby into this world." I lean into to kiss my wife. "I love you, M."

"And I you, Jane."

After a half hour of pushing and some profanity…mainly from me when Maura tried to break my hand…Dr. McAfee announces, "The baby is crowning now. Next push should give us the head. Push hard and let Jane count through it for you."

Maura just nods her understanding. As the contraction hits, I count to ten slowly just as we had practiced and had been doing for a while now. I hear the doctor call to me, "Jane, here comes the head, if you want to look!"

I stand up and turn just as our baby's head makes its appearance. "Maura…there it is! Oh sweetie! She has hair…or he does…whatever! It looks like your color!" My tears are flowing, and I turn to see Maura's are as well.

"Ok, Maura…another good push and we will get the shoulders and have our baby!" Dr. McAfee says.

Maura's contraction comes quickly. Dr. McAfee was dead on. It what seemed like an instant, our baby came slipping into the doctor's arms. My mind shuts down…I don't really hear anything….I'm not even sure my feet are touching the ground….until I hear the cry. My baby is crying! He's here….he! It is a boy!

"Maura! We have another son! It's a boy…my God, it's a boy, M. He is perfect, baby." I can't quit the tears from falling. A son…another precious baby boy for us to love and to nurture.

"A boy! Oh, can I see him? Please, I want to see him." Maura's tears streak her face, too.

"Here, Mommy. Here is your son….Mama, it is time to cut the cord." Dr. McAfee places our son on Maura's chest.

"Oh! Hi baby…hello my precious boy. I love you so much." Maura coos at the baby. I take the scissors handed to me from the nurse and begin to cut the cord in between the clamps they have positioned. When I am finished, the nurses take the baby from Maura to clean him up and do their tests.

Leaning down by my wife's head, I whisper to her. "You are so perfect. You did great and are still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I kiss her head two or three times. "I love you, M. Thank you…for our son."

After a few quiet moments together, a nurse brings the baby back to us. Maura indicates that the baby be given to me. For the first time, I hold my son. "Hi buddy! Hello, my little man. Welcome to the family, son…I love you so much." I kiss his little face and just take him in. I want to memorize every bit of him…his smell, his features, his sounds. He is definitely going to have his Mommy's mouth and facial features. I hope he has her eyes and smile. My son…my baby.

15 minutes later:

"Here she comes! Janey! Janey!" My mother is pacing just inside the waiting area when she spots me. Jackson hears his Nonna's yell and comes running to me.

"Mama! Is my baby here? Is my baby ready to meet me? How's Mommy?" He jumps into my arms, and the tears that I thought I had under control in Maura's room are suddenly back with force. I just cling to my oldest son for a moment and take in his love.

"Yes, buddy. The baby is here, and your Mommy is the best. She was awesome." I kiss him then turn to our gathered family. Ma, Tommy, TJ, Frankie, Frost, Korsak, Constance, and Richard…everyone is waiting for the information I have.

"At 1:47 p.m. today, Maura gave birth to a 8 lb. 3 oz, 21" long perfectly healthy baby…boy. We have another son. Joshua Richard Rizzoli-Isles…"

Cheers and general chaos took over the waiting room for some time. Just a typical family gathering for the Rizzoli-Isles clan.

TBC...