"Jane!" Maura called, walking into the house. "I'm home!"

The honey blonde looked around and saw no trace of her girlfriend.

She's probably out for a run or something. Maura thought. I guess that gives me time to start cooking supper.

Maura navigated around her kitchen with expert ease, grabbing a pan here, and an ingredient there. Before she knew it, the meal was in the oven, and still, there was no brunette to be found.

Before Maura could wonder about the brunette's whereabouts for the thousandth time that night, a strong pair of wrapped around her midsection, and she heard a low, rugged voice whisper into her ear.

"Whatever you have cooking smells ravishing, but I'd rather ravish you."

The honey blonde pretended to think the situation over with a thoughtful hum before responding, "I don't know if my fiance would like that, Stranger."

"Oh, I'm sure your fiance would be just fine with it," Came the reply.

"Well then, if you're sure…" The rest of the sentence was drowned out by a moan when a pair of rough, yet somehow soft, lips latched onto her neck.

The hands around the honey blonde's middle slid to her hips and flipped her around to face her attacker.

"Oh my gosh!" The woman said in fake surprise. "Jane! When did you get here, and what happened to that charming stranger?!"

"You're so funny, Maur," The brunette woman said, pulling her lover into another kiss.

"And you are so in trouble, Jane Rizzoli."

"...And you're going to punish me like the naughty girl I am?" The detective asked with a wink.

"Yes, Jane. Your punishment is to do what I have been asking you to do ever since you proposed three weeks ago."

Jane whined knowing what was coming.

"Call your mother, Jane," The woman said in a stern voice, "Or you aren't going to ravish anything."

"Fiiiiiiinnnnee," The brunette conceded, "But if she says anything about grandbabies, you're getting the phone."

"Oh no, Jane. This is all you, Sweetheart."

"Janie!"

"Ouch, Ma!" The brunette pulled away from the phone, holding her ear and yelling in pain.

"It's been so long since you last called, baby!" The loud woman shouted.

"I know it has been, Ma, and I'm sorry. It's just that Maur and I have really gotten swept up in things since I came out here," The brunette hastily explained.

"You and Maura?" The older woman asked.

"Yeah, Ma. Me and Maura."

"And you're happy?"

"More than happy, Ma. That's why I called."

There was a small silence on the line before, "I'm happy for you, baby girl."

"That's good," Jane said, letting out a small, nervous laugh. "That's really good, Ma, because I have something to tell you."

"Is Maura pregnant?" The always hopeful woman asked.

"No. Maura is not pregnant, Ma," Jane laughed. "That's impossible. I have a V where she would need a P."

"Come again?"

"I don't have the...uh… necessary tools to do that job, Ma. I mean, you gave birth to me. You should know that," The brunette laughed nervously.

"Oh. Right." An awkward silence fell over the line. "So what did you call for then, Janie?"

"Well, I called to say hi andtellyouI'mengaged," Nervous of her mother's reaction, the brunette rushed the last part.

"What?"

"I said, I called to say hi andtellyouI'mengaged."

"Really, Janie," Her mother chastised, "Use your real words. I thought I raised you better than that."

"I'M ENGAGED, MA."

The scream that came out of the receiver had the brunette detective clutching her ear in pain….Again.

"Ma!" She yelled, trying to get the woman's attention. "Cool it!"

"MY BABY GIRL IS GETTING ENGAGED!" The woman shouted to whomever could hear her, "SHE'S GOING TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE BABIES! I'M GOING TO HAVE GRANDBABIES AND-"

"Ma!" The brunette shouted once again, this time catching the older woman's attention.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm just so excited for you and Maura."

"Thank you, ma, but there won't be any grandbabies for awhile, okay?"

"Fine…. So when is the wedding?"

"Well, that's the thing, Ma…."

A/N: I know, I know. This is short. Almost shorter than short. But, But, But... the next one is the wedding and if I combined them, then this would longer than long. If that makes any sense to you, I love you. If it doesn't, I still love you. Moral of the story: I'm a big ball of love.

Read and Review, Loves :)

~R.