"Hey honey," Jane bent over the back of their couch and kissed Maura's cheek.
"Hi Jane. Hi Dylan." Maura smiled at both of them and Jane sat Dylan next to Maura.
"I will just unpack the groceries and join you in a bit." Jane said and carried the bags to kitchen.
"Do you want a hand?" Maura called
"Nah, I'm fine." Jane called back.
Dylan already crawled to Maura's lap and showed her her trophy – a cookie. "Mommy, wuk." So Maura looked and smiled "Ah, who gave it to you?"
"Ma." Dylan said almost proudly.
"And where's Ma?" Maura asked – this was an entertaining game for her, to see that Dylan could point to people and objects and understood.
Dylan stood up on Maura's thighs and held onto Maura's shoulder with her hand and the cookie and pointed to the kitchen with her free hand.
"Right!" Maura chuckled, because the cookie crumbs began to fall everywhere – behind the couch, on the couch, into Maura's hair and into her blouse. She positioned Dylan into sitting position again to have more control of the crumbs and laughed when Dylan tried to sweep them off Maura's blouse.
"What's up?" Jane asked and joined them on the couch.
"Well, crumbs of that cookie ended up everywhere, including my cleavage and Dylan tried to sweep them off." Maura answered with a grin.
"Hey, kid, I should be the one sweeping off crumbs from that area!" Jane said jokingly and made Maura laugh again.
Jane grinned and looked down, when she spotted an opened book on the coffee table.
"What were you reading?"
"I was reading the parenting book again," Maura started.
"What in particular?"
"They talk about the question of baby sleeping in their own room."
Jane nodded and waited for Maura to continue.
"We are kind of behind usual - some people put the crib immediately in the baby's room, some around 6 months…" Maura wasn't really confident on this field, she felt like she had no right to say anything in the matter of raising Dylan.
"I thought about it too, we really should do it. Let's try it tonight? I think Dylan can bear it, she falls asleep in the room alone after all." Jane agreed and rose up. "How 'bout we do it now? Let's move the crib to her room."
All three of them went to Dylan's room.
It was medium big room painted with yellow, because both Maura and Jane were against the idea of forcing the pink color on Dylan right from the start. Plus Jane hated pink.
There were cabinets and shelves with toys and plushy animals, colorful blocks, shape sorting cube, musical instruments for kids and a dollhouse.
Maura put Dylan down on the carpet to play with the train she left there 'prepared' for the next time.
"We could take that cabinet and put it on this one, it would look like one piece, then we could move this kitchen where the cabinet was and the crib would fit here?" Jane suggested and Maura agreed.
Together they moved the cabinet and kitchen.
"Dylan, wait here, okay? Moms are back immediately." Jane assured the kid and Maura's heart warmed by the term 'moms'. She stole a light kiss from Jane before going to their bedroom for the crib. In a minute, they were back in Dylan's room, panting under the weight of the crib.
The little girl watched them in amusement with a smile on her face.
They put the crib down and pushed it to its new place.
"Good job?" Maura smiled.
"Yeah," Jane grinned and held her hand up as an invitation for a high five, which Maura accepted.
"Now we only have to wait until tonight, to see how Dylan copes." Maura stated and looked at the girl playing in the corner.
"She's gonna be just fine, Maura. She's ours after all." Jane wrapped her arm around Maura's shoulders.
The night came quickly and after a dinner and bath Dylan was put into the crib, Jane and Maura sitting on the floor in front of it.
"What are you waiting for, Jane?" Maura asked softly after a while of silence, when she and Dylan were eagerly expecting the lullaby.
"I think… maybe we should try to read to Dylan? How about you read a chapter from that book about her?" Jane suggested with a smile. "I'll sing later."
"Gladly." Maura rose up and walked to the shelf with a few books for Dylan, and took the fairy tale book she gave Dylan for her first birthday. She sat back down next to Jane, who moved even closer, opened the book and started reading.
Dylan was watching them, lying on her back, but her head turned to her side. She was silent, listening to Mommy narrating a story. Just as Dylan's, Jane's eyes were glued to Maura and her hand was softly caressing Maura's back in circles.
When Maura finished the chapter, she closed the book and mindlessly patted the front cover. She turned to Jane, giving a light kiss on the tip of Jane's nose. "Is now a lullaby time?"
"Yep. Get comfortable girls." Jane said and she started singing their lullaby.
Two hours and one movie later, Maura was lying next to Jane in their bed, their fingers intertwined.
"She hasn't cried at all, that's great – I haven't expected that." Maura admitted.
"And she fell asleep soon. I knew it would be alright." Jane whispered back and squeezed Maura's hand. "Thank you for suggesting it. And for reading that book, because I really have no idea what I would do without you."
"You would cope well, you're a great mother," Maura turned her head towards Jane and kissed Jane's jaw.
"So are you, Maura." Jane pulled Maura into her arms and kissed the top of her head.
"Goodnight honey."
"Goodnight love."