Early one Sunday morning in May, Maura awoke slowly as each of her five senses were stimulated.

Smell was the first. The strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air around her and she hummed in delight.

The second was touch. Silk sheets caressed her naked curves as she rolled onto her side. She smiled remembering the previous night's lovemaking that had sent her into a deep and blissful slumber.

Sound was third. A gentle thunk of a something being placed on the nightstand, followed by clinking silverware and quiet mutterings of a few choice expletives. Jane. Maura almost laughed, but it was the sound of her daughter giggling, followed by Jane's whispered, "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" that finally pulled a quiet, amused laugh from the doctor's throat.

"Oh way to go, Lu. You woke up Mommy," Jane teased her daughter while tickling her belly.

Maura felt the bed dip beside her and a hand on her hip before she rolled onto her back and slowly opened her tired eyes.

Sight. The vision that greeted her was, decidedly, the most beautiful scene to wake up to: Jane in nothing but underwear, a white v-neck and messy hair with a naked, diaper-clad baby nestled against her side.

"Good morning," the detective spoke with a smile before wrapping her free arm around Luna and leaning down to kiss her wife. Taste. The fifth and final sense. "Happy mother's day, mama," Jane whispered against soft lips.

Those four words were what really got Maura up. Her eyes widened as she glanced over to the nightstand where a tray of coffee, juice, and veggie omelets awaited her.

"Jane!" she said, pushing herself up to rest against the headboard. The flashing "8:42 AM" caught her eye. "You turned off my alarm!"

Jane frowned, confused by her wife's reaction to sleeping in and breakfast in bed on Mother's Day.

Maura sensed her bemusement and reached for Jane's hand, smiling as she gave it a squeeze. "I was going to wake up early and make you breakfast in bed, not the other way around," she explained.

"I thought that's what Father's Day was for," Jane teased, grinning as she watched Maura's eyes squint. She could almost hear the lecture on gender roles about to spew from her mouth.

"Just because you wear the strap-on does not make you the fath－"

"Kidding, Maur."

"... oh," the doctor replied before playfully swatting Jane's arm, causing Luna to giggle and coo.

"This kid," Jane began teasingly, "I tell ya, loves nothing more than to see me drop things and get beat on by you."

Lu reached up to pat her hand against Jane's lips, prompting the detective to pull her little fingers into in her mouth, eliciting another squeal of delight.

Maura watched on, feeling happy tears sting her eyes. For a woman who thought she'd never be a mother, let alone find a partner as loving and wonderful as Jane, the moment was a lot to take in. She recovered quickly, thankful that her wife was too distracted by pretending to eat Luna's fingers.

"Get back in bed with me," Maura instructed, patting the space next to her.

"So bossy," they both said in unison, causing them both to laugh before Jane got up and walked around to her side of the bed. She was just about to lean in for another kiss when Maura suddenly slipped out from beneath the covers and into her favorite floral robe. She made it to the bedroom door when Jane called out, "where the heck are you going?"

With a quick glance over her shoulder, Maura replied: "To get you breakfast."

"What?" Jane called after her, but could already hear Maura's footsteps on the stairs. "You're crazy! I made enough for both of us; it's gonna get cold!" she continued to yell. When she was awarded no response, she turned the baby in her arms and said, "she's your mother."

xxxx

Less than ten minutes later, Jane was sipping coffee from Maura's mug when the doctor reappeared in the doorway, hands behind her back.

"That was fast."

"Close your eyes," Maura responded and before Jane could answer with a 'so bossy,' she quickly added, "please."

"You know, I'm a little insulted," Jane said with her eyes closed, baby on her lap. "I worked all morning to make you breakfast and you－"

"Open your eyes, Jane."

Jane felt Maura settle in beside her on the bed and a gentle press of something on her thighs.

"What the－" Jane began, opening her eyes and looking down at the box resting on her lap. Luna pushed her feet against it. "What is it?"

"Open it," Maura instructed as she made silly faces at their daughter.

Jane quirked an eyebrow before doing as she was told. She caught a whiff of the box's contents before her eyes caught a glimpse. She smiled. In the box were colorful alphabet-shaped doughnuts from her favorite local bakery. The edible letters spelled:

H-A-P-P-Y M-A-M-A-S D-A-Y

"13 doughnuts, all for you," Maura said cheerfully. "And since it's Mother's Day, I promise I won't be upset if you eat them all in one day. Although, I'd strongly advise against it."

"Look," Maura pointed, "there's even a few sprinkled with Lucky Charms. And that one is chocolate with maple glazed bacon." Her face took on a disgusted expression. "Although I don't understand it, the baker said it's total hit." Maura then reached into the box and grabbed one of the chocolate M's. Jane watched as she took a bite, in awe over her current situation; daughter resting against her torso, a box of 13－no, 12－custom made doughnuts on her lap, and her beautiful, wonderful wife at her side, looking adorable as she licked chocolate off of her thumb.

Everything about the moment was perfect.

"What?" Maura asked as she noticed the goofy grin on Jane's face.

"I love you," was Jane's answer and her smile grew wider as she watched Maura's face light up with delight at her response. Even though they said it all the time, Maura always reacted like it was the first time Jane had ever said those three words.

"I love you. Happy mother's day, Jane."

"Happy mother's day," Jane echoed.

"Which one are you going to try first? Bacon or Lucky Charms?" Maura questioned.

"Hmm, that's a tough one, but I think I'll start with the chocolate on your face."

Before Maura could bring a hand to her mouth, Jane brought their lips together in a sweet, chocolatey kiss. She poked her tongue out to get the little bit of chocolate on the corner of Maura's mouth before pulling away.

"Mmm, that's gonna be hard to beat," Jane said as she reached for a Lucky Charms covered 'Y'. "Hey, wait a minute, how did you...you were only gone, like, ten minutes?"

"Your mother," Maura replied, as if that was an answer.

"What?"

"I had them delivered early this morning, but instructed the bakery to leave it at the guest house. I asked Angela to keep them in her fridge for me. And I'm glad I did, otherwise you would've seen them when you were making my breakfast. Oh!" she suddenly remembered the tray on the nightstand and lifted it onto her lap. "This looks wonderful, by the way. Thank you."

"Very sneaky, Dr. Isles," she said, taking another bite of her doughnut. "You're welcome."

xxxx

As if Luna knew it was Mother's Day, she patiently sat on Jane's lap, gurgling and sticking her fists in her mouth, allowing both her mama's to enjoy their breakfasts before releasing a fussy, hungry cry.

"Ohh," Maura cooed, lifting the try from her lap at setting it back on the nightstand, "is it your turn for breakfast?" she asked in the voice reserved only for her daughter. "Come here darling," she said as she lifted Lu from Jane's lap and onto her own. She pulled at the knot on her robe until one of her breasts was exposed. Adjusting her daughter into a comfortable position for both of them, Maura smiled as Luna latched on. "There we go, sweetheart. No need to cry."

When Maura looked away after several minutes of gazing at her daughter, she was met with teary brown eyes staring at her.

"Jane?" she asked with concern.

"I'm ok," the detective quickly replied and wiped at the single tear that managed to escape. "I just," she rolled her eyes at what she was about to say, "I love watching you in mommy mode. You're so wonderful at it. Being a mom, I mean."

Maura smiled at her. Such a softie. Before she could reply, Jane reached under her pillow and presented a card. "Here, I… just, here."

Maura looked questioningly at her. "Can you open it for me?" she asked, looking down her occupied arm.

Jane gently teared the envelope and slid the card free, handing it to Maura.

"Thank you."

The front of the card was simple with a colorful illustration of three birds in a tree, gold letters spelled out 'happy mother's day.' As Maura opened the card, she smiled at the full page of Jane's slanted and crooked penmanship.

"Hap－" Maura began to read aloud, but Jane stopped her.

"Don't read it out loud," Jane groaned, "I already feel like such a sap for writing it."

Maura sighed, but agreed. She returned her attention back to the card and read:

Happy mother's day, Maur! I know I don't say it as often as I should, but thank you. Thank you for loving me the way that you do and for giving me a reason to celebrate mother's day in a way I never imagined for myself… in a way I never knew I wanted.

As a mother.

I get to celebrate this day as a mama because of you－with you－ and I've never been more happy or more in love. Not only with our daughter, but with you. Watching you… the way you are with her… Maura, I can't even think of the right words to explain it, but I'm so lucky. So lucky to watch you shine. You were so worried you wouldn't be good at it, but god, you're the best. You're the best mother to our daughter and I can't wait to be mommies with you for the rest of our lives. I love you. To the moon.

-Jane

By the time Maura reached the final line, she was a complete and utter mess.

"Jane," she choked.

Jane peaked through her hands that were covering her face (an attempt to hide herself from her own sappiness) and instantly knew taking the time to write those words was worth it, even if it broke her "badass" persona.

"Oh Maura," she said, reaching out to wipe her wife's cheek, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Yes you did," Maura replied through a half-sob, half-laugh. "Kiss me," she said, tugging at Jane's wrist, urging her to come closer. Jane laughed into the kiss, careful not to squish their nursing daughter between them.

The kiss tasted like chocolate and tears.

"Just when I think I have you figured out," Maura managed to say between kisses, "you go and do something like this. God," she sighed.

"Deceptively complex, I think you once said," Jane replied, breaking away from the kiss to rest her forehead against Maura's.

Maura laughed.

"Exactly."

The End.