Jane opened the door to the unexpected, boisterous sound of family filling the house. She spent much of the afternoon at the police department and apparently, the afternoon had given way to family dinner. Her mother, Maura and Arthur who was in one of her mother's aprons were in the kitchen. Amazing smells were coming from that room. Jane's stomach growled. She had missed lunch. Maura with a huge grin was leaning on her father as she stirred something in a pot. Angela was explaining or bossing. Jane wasn't sure.
Constance was making wild gestures in a conversation with Nina and Kiki. Kiki fell backwards laughing as Nina hung her head shaking it. Frankie was with Korsak at the island pointing at the television. The Red Sox were on. TJ was at the table with two children Jane didn't know but guessed they were with the woman sitting with Tommy who looked at her, wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a thumb's up sign.
This was her family by birth, by love.
She walked into the kitchen and kissed Maura hello.
"Hey."
"Hey love."
"Should I even ask?"
"Your mother. She wanted to celebrate your return to BPD and my parents being here." Jane nodded. Maura may believe that but Jane knew Angela Rizzoli wanted to celebrate her daughter bagging a doctor.
"Everything go alright?" Maura asked as she slipped her arm around Jane's waist.
"Yes. The lieutenant is happy I'm back. Have my service weapon and phone. Start tomorrow."
"Maura, you should be stirring," Arthur reprimanded taking his job as second in command seriously.
"He's worse than Ma," Jane whispered. Maura nodded and returned to her stirring.
"Janie if you are not going to help, get out of the kitchen," her mother barked at her. She didn't have to be asked twice. Tommy waved her over. She tousled TJ's hair when she passed by her nephew. He looked up and gave her a smile.
"Hi Aunt Jane."
"Hey bud."
Tommy stood with a big cheesy grin on his face. She hugged him.
"Great about you and Maura, Jane." Yes, if Angela Rizzoli knew. The world knew. Jane wasn't sure why she was worried how and when people would find out. She had forgotten about Angela Rizzoli.
"Thanks, little brother." He motioned for the woman to stand.
"I want you to meet my girlfriend Veronica. Ronnie this is my big sister Jane." Jane extended her hand to the woman who promptly pulled her into a hug.
"Oh, my okay. You're a hugger."
"Tommy has told me so much about you. I am glad to finally meet you," she said excitedly.
"You too," Jane replied unsure what else to say considering this was the first she had heard of Ronnie.
"How did you two meet?" Jane asked as she extracted herself from Veronica.
"School. My two," she said pointing at the table, "are in the same class with TJ. They hit it off then so did we. Tommy is a nice guy and a great dad. A rare combination." Jane looked at Tommy looking at Ronnie. He had it bad. Jane smiled. She looked forward to getting to know Veronica. She had to be an improvement over Lydia and Tommy deserved a nice girl. She had one and so did Frankie.
"That's great. What do you-" Frankie grabbed her from behind lifting her off the ground.
"Frankie, what the hell?" she shrieked.
"Stop it you two before someone gets hurt," Angela yelled from the kitchen.
"It's Frankie's fault, Ma."
"I don't care just stop it."
Jane turned, hit him in the arm then pulled her brother into a hug. He kissed her cheek. "Glad you're back sis."
"Thanks Frankie."
Jane worked her way around the room – Kiki, Nina, Constance, Korsak and Ronnie's children – before heading up to put her gun away. She chuckled as she walked up. She was somehow now taking three boys to a Red Sox game. She wasn't sure exactly how that happened but she was certain she may regret it.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Come in," she called out as she locked the gun in the safe. Constance let herself in the room.
"Hello Jane," Constance grabbed her hand squeezing it.
"Constance." Jane was surprised again by her display of affection.
"Can we sit?" she asked. Jane nodded and followed Constance to the bed.
"My daughter is very happy," she said. Jane smiled. She sensed Constance was going to attempt to give her 'the talk'.
"I am too," she replied.
"I may not have any right to do this Jane. We both know I wasn't the best mother and Arthur-"
"You've been trying to make up for that," Jane interrupted. "Being here. Like this."
"Yes, but I shouldn't have to make up for it," her voice faltered. "Maura deserved better."
"Which you are trying to give her now. Constance, you and Arthur have made her extremely happy."
"It is mutual, Jane. She makes us happy. We missed so much."
"Don't dwell on that," Jane said. "Just keep doing what you are doing now."
"You know I believed you and my daughter were involved when I first met you. She says no but it was definitely more than friends."
"I would agree," Jane replied.
"When she told me she was coming back to Boston, I didn't want her to return. I didn't want her to get hurt."
"You thought I would hurt her?" Jane asked. Constance nodded.
"I thought it was a possibility."
"If I wasn't receptive." She nodded again.
"That's why you are here. There is nothing wrong with the gallery or foundation," Jane surmised.
"No. Please don't break her heart Jane," she pleaded. Her eyes watering.
"I could never hurt her. At least not intentionally. I was born to love Maura, Constance. She is everything to me," Jane responded swallowing hard trying to hold her tears back.
"Jane?" Maura called out. Both women looked towards the door as it opened. Maura surveyed the room.
"Everything alright?" she asked after seeing her mother brush away tears and Jane sigh heavily.
"Yes darling," her mother answered rising. "You need Jane?"
"Both of you actually. Dinner is ready. What's going on?" Jane stood and hugged Constance then grabbed Maura's hand.
"Your mother was giving me the talk."
"The talk?"
"The one where she tells me she knows people who can make me disappear if I hurt her baby girl."
"Jane!" Constance exclaimed. "I did not say that."
"It was implied. The talk always implies disappearance and/or bodily harm. And given that you are the biological daughter of a mob boss who Constance knows on a first name basis I have to take these threats seriously." Jane winked at Constance.
"She threatened you?" Maura asked disbelieving Jane's assertion.
"Yes, and made me promise not to hurt you or…"
"Or what?" Maura asked.
"Or she would have to kill me." Maura shook her head. That didn't sound like her mother.
"That's a credible threat as well, Maur," Jane responded.
"Yes, darling. I told her I had access to the means to make it all happen," Constance offered joining in on teasing her daughter.
"See." Jane shrugged her tone playful. "Your mother has access to the means."
"You're both messing with me," Maura said glaring at Jane as she pulled her out the room. Constance chuckled and followed them. She doubted she had ever seen Maura as happy as she was now. She knew that was directly related to Jane Rizzoli and for that she was thankful.
Jane rolled away from Maura her body slick with sweat. Maura turned into her placing her arm across her abdomen and her head on her shoulder. Jane was totally convinced now that she had been doing this wrong for years. There was nothing as satisfying as making love with Maura Isles.
"God, I can't believe we weren't doing this sooner," Jane said kissing Maura's forehead her breathing returning to normal.
"I am glad you are happy with my skill set, detective."
"Never been happier Maur." Maura kissed her.
"Time to sleep. Big day tomorrow." Jane sighed. First day jitters.
"You'll be fine Jane," Maura said sensing her anxiousness.
"Hope so. Think I'll go downstairs. I'm not sure I can sleep. I don't want to keep you up."
"You leaving is not an option. Roll over on your stomach," Maura said climbing out of bed. "I'll be back."
"Why?" She gave her that look. Jane rolled over.
She felt the warmth from the heated oil on her back and Maura begin to massage her. God she loved this woman. She closed her eyes and groaned as Maura worked each muscle. Kneading them. Manipulating them. Her anxiety melting away. Her hands glided over her buttocks and hamstrings. She allowed her hand to slide between her legs. Jane moaned. Maura removed her hand and continued to massage down her calves. Again she slid her hand between her thighs and again she teased her before returning to the massage. She leaned across Jane and allowed her breasts to drag along Jane's back. Jane's breathing changed.
"Roll over," she whispered in her ear. Jane obeyed.
Maura climbed on top of Jane and continued to massage her. Her chest. Her breasts. Her shoulders. She leaned over and kissed her. Their tongues dueling. She gently rocked into Jane as their centers came together. Her movement was slow and the direction varied. Jane grabbed Maura's hips and held on. Maura pressed harder into Jane. Her pace changing. Maura loved when their release occurred at the same time. She fell forward onto Jane who wrapped her up in a hug.
"Still anxious?" Maura asked. Jane shook her head and kissed her. Sleep came quickly.
A mug of coffee was waiting on the counter when Jane came down the stairs. She took a sip. Maura did make great coffee.
"Your parents still in bed?" she asked.
"Yes." Jane went to her and placed a peck on her cheek.
"Thank you," she said raising the cup, "and good morning."
"Good Morning and you're welcome. And thank you for last night."
"I think I should be giving out the thank yous, Maur."
Jane's cell phone rang followed by Maura's.
"Rizzoli."
"Dr. Isles."
"Text me the address Frankie. I'll meet you there."
"Yes I will be in Worcester today," Maura replied. Jane smiled. Wasn't quite the same but it was good enough for now.