A/N: My creativity is gone, for now. Thank GOD I had already finished this chapter before my brain screwed me over.

Don't know why, but while I was checking this chapter for grammar mistakes and all, I had Jack Johnson's song 'Better Together' stuck in my head, as some sort of background music. Fits somehow.

FYI: Sam is 20, not married to Christian yet, but that will come someday. Tony is 17, and he's like all the boys I know: arrogant, selfish. But he will change, eventually. Not now, though.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, sadly.

'You can always cry in your mother's arms'

"Patrick!" Lisbon called from downstairs.

Jane smiled. Lisbon called him Patrick these days. No Jane anymore. Mostly because they didn't work together anymore. Lisbon was retired – because she had worked for so many years as a Supervising Agent. It was either retirement or Monico would send her on permanent sick leave. Just this way, she could completely stop working and still receive some money.

Both she and Jane thought it would be much more difficult for her to leave, but it was actually quite easy. She had been quite tired of her work – not mentally, but psychically – and had already thought to quit.

Jane almost jumped off the stairs, and looked at her.
"Yes?"

She flung her arms around his neck.
"Wow, missed me?"

"Sam called. She wants to come over. And I already have my suspicions about what she is going to say," Lisbon whispered. Jane pulled her against him.

"You mean that you think she's going to say that she's pregnant?"

Lisbon pulled away, her Lisbon-death glare visible.
"Thanks for taking that awful thought out of my brains," she deadpanned, and went to turn around, when Jane wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her. He planted a kiss in her neck.

"We should go to them-"

"To who?" Tony asked from behind them. Jane and Lisbon smiled at him.

"Your sister. We suspect her to be pregnant, but your mother-"

"Hush Patrick."

Tony rolled his eyes, and then turned around into the living room.

"How's Lily?" Lisbon asked. They all sat down on the couch, except for Jane who went to make some tea. (Some things just never change.)

Tony shrugged, and grabbed the first magazine he saw.

"I don't know." Tony was almost never home anymore. He was either at school – he was in his last year so he was 'studying hard', as he put it – or with friends in clubs or at their homes. Lisbon had no notion at all if he was still dating the sweet girl from when he was fifteen. Then again, only Samantha was the kind of teen who would meet somebody when she was sixteen and then still live with that person when she was twenty.

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I haven't seen her in a while," Tony said, absentmindedly, while reading the magazine.

Lisbon sighed.
"You didn't hurt her, did you?" Tony shrugged again.
"I don't know."

"Is there something you do know?"

"I don't-"

Lisbon groaned, loud enough that Jane could hear it from the kitchen. Tony looked up from his magazine.
"What?"

"Tony, you could have hurt the girl without noticing it! How long has it been that you two haven't seen each other?"
"Uhm... A few weeks, I guess."
"Then call her now."

"I ain't gonna-"
"Ain't is not a word, and you are going to call her. Or else your dad and I are not going to pay for the police academy and you can all pay for it yourself."

Tony groaned, but put the magazine down and grabbed his phone out of his jeans.

"Fine," he said, and got up.
"Do it here," Lisbon ordered, and Tony nodded.

He dialed the girl's number and put the phone at his ear.

Jane entered the room, one light blue cup and one green one in his hand.
"What's going on?" he asked, but Lisbon shushed him.
"Lily? Don't hang up, please. I... I want to say sorry. I shouldn't have walked out on you like that. Yes, I know. I know, and I'm sorry. Can you please forgive me? Lily, I want to explain- Don't-" Tony lowered his phone and his head, and sighed.
"What did I tell you?" Lisbon asked. Tony looked up at her, and Lisbon's heart broke when she saw unexpected tears in his eyes. Tony was a tough boy, he never cried.

She moved over to him and wrapped her arms around him. She placed a kiss on the top of his head.

"How much I want to tell you that all of this is Lily's fault, you know too that it isn't. You still have to figure out how girls work. And don't worry, you're not late because your father still has to as well. Lily knows what she wants and trust me, she still wants you. But you can't go around and hurt her more just because you feel like it."

The boy sobbed quietly, and Lisbon sighed, looking at Jane. She pulled him closer, his head now pressed against her chest.

"I don't want to lose her-"

"And you didn't yet. You still have a chance. Go buy her flowers-"

"Red ones, because she likes them," Jane added.

"And go to her home and beg her to take you back. If she does, that's great. If she doesn't: it's your own fault."

Tony nodded, and pushed himself off of Lisbon. She gently wiped his eyes, and straightened his clothes. He moved away from her hands.

"Go get her, Tiger," Lisbon said, and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Oh, we're going to see Sam and Christian, so if you come home and nobody is here, you go to her house, okay?" Tony nodded.

When Tony left – not before fixing his hair, of course – Lisbon and Jane focused on their drinks – Jane his usual cup of tea, and Lisbon her black coffee.

They sipped it quietly, before Jane turned to Lisbon. "What do you mean, I still have to find out how girls work?"

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"Where is Tony?" was the first thing Samantha asked when Jane and Lisbon appeared at her front door.

"What, aren't we good enough for you?" Jane asked. Samantha rolled her eyes, and sighed.
"No, but I wanted him here too," she murmured, and stepped aside to let them in.

Christian and Sam were living together, in an oversized apartment. But then again, they could afford it since Sam danced in the Sacramento Ballet Company and Christian was teaching at Sam's old ballet school. Yet even if they couldn't afford it themselves, Jane could sure enough give them some money, because after all, money had never been the problem in their family.

Jane and Lisbon hadn't visited the two often, mostly because the young couple was so busy that they wouldn't be home that much. And visiting a house when the owners weren't there was no fun. So this was the first time Jane and Lisbon got to see the finished home.

It was not a surprise that it was just a bit ballet-inspired. Just a smidge.

There were small, beautiful sculptures shaped in ballerinas standing on the tables. A big photo of Samantha and Christian was hanging on the wall, and Jane and Lisbon smiled when they saw which one: the one Samantha had sent when she was in first year, them both dancing.

Lisbon smiled at Samantha.
"Like it?" the girl asked, and Lisbon laughed.
"It's beautiful, Sam," Lisbon said, and Christian wrapped his arm around Samantha's waist. "But you don't have to ask me that, it's your place."

"So, what is it that you wanted to tell us that you couldn't tell over the phone?" Jane asked.

Samantha blushed slightly, and then motioned to the couch to sit down.

She looked at Christian, who grabbed her hand.

"I'm... pregnant."

Lisbon looked at Jane, who smiled at her, and then she looked at Samantha. She ran over to her daughter and hugged her tightly.

"That's great, Sammy," Lisbon whispered in her ear. Samantha immediately returned the hug. Lisbon quickly felt her shirt wetting, and pulled Samantha impossibly closer.

"Why are you crying?" Lisbon asked, her voice low so that only Samantha could hear her.
"I don't think I'm ready to be a mother."

Lisbon pulled away slightly to look at her, and brushed her cheek.

"I was thirty-eight when I got pregnant of you. You think I was ready then?" Lisbon asked.

"I'm not sure what I must answer-"

"Doesn't matter. What I'm trying to say is that you never know if you're ready to become a mother. Besides, most of the times you can't decide when you'll become a mother. Trust me, you're ready."

"Really?"

"Do you want to become a mother?"

Samantha nodded.

"Then you're ready. I'll be there for you when you need it."

Samantha flung her arms around Lisbon's neck.

"Thank you, Mummy," Samantha whispered into Lisbon's hair, and now tears formed in her eyes too. Jane – who had been talking with Christian when Samantha and Lisbon spoke – saw. He walked over to the two, didn't interrupt them, but just stroked Lisbon's cheek, which made the already threatening tears in Lisbon's eyes fall freely.

Tony showed up behind Jane, flowers in his hands, and looking confused at the sight of his mother and sister crying.
"What did I miss?"

A/N: Ow, Tony! Why would you interrupt a scene like that? Lisbon crying? Come on!

But, Sam is pregnant! Will she be able to take care of her kids? I think she's perfectly capable of being a mum, but since she's, you know, a busy woman, maybe not so much. We'll see!

Oh, and while writing this chapter's Author's Notes, I had just finished the Bones episode 'The end in the beginning', 4x26. Jesus, my brain is dead after that one. Didn't comprehend any of it. And this falls under the category 'so not interesting for my readers'. I'm once again very sorry.

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