Anon: [U/S] Jane picks up her newborn son to change his diaper and leaves him exposed, getting squirted...
Jane stumbles back in shock.
He got her. He got her dead center.
One to the chest and she's out.
"Buddy!" Jane stomps her foot and her hands stop in front of her chest.
She can't very well wipe it off. And she has to be at work in twenty minutes.
Stepping back to the changing table, she grips the end of it and looks at her son, eyebrow raised. Looking down, she picks up the diaper and inspects it; "How in the holy fuck do you know which end is the front?"
"Jane!"
She flinches and drops the diaper. Turning on her heels she see's an agitated Maura Isles standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, impatiently tapping her foot; "You cannot be dropping F bombs around him."
Jane waves her off; "Oh, he's two weeks old. He doesn't understand the word fuck." she says, turning and pinching gently at her son's stomach; "Do you? You don't understand the word fuck." Jane coo's in a high pitched voice; "No no no no." she says shaking her head.
Maura walks over to her wife with purpose, and pokes her in the shoulder hard; "Stop it."
Jane's mouth drops open and she grips her shoulder; "Hey! I'm not spending my morning getting pee'd on and abused."
Maura rolls her eyes as she kneels and picks up the diaper from the floor; "Go change your shirt while I change him."
Jane straightens her back and flips her hair; "Fine." she says, marching out of the room dramatically.
"Shit."
It's quiet but it's enough to stop Jane in her tracks and poke her head back in the room; Maura is standing at the edge of the table, arms hanging loosely at her side and a giant wet spot on her shirt; defeated look on her face.
Dead center.
One to the chest.