The holiday season was invading Boston. Constance and Arthur purchased a home on Beacon Hill near Maura and were hosting Thanksgiving dinner. Arthur and Angela were in charge of cooking. Arthur seemed to have found a new passion – cooking with Angela. Maura knew she would be drafted to assist and looked forward to it. She enjoyed the time with her father. Jane was taking great effort to avoid her mother because Thanksgiving was football and football was not to be interrupted by cooking.

Constance had asked Maura for permission for she and Arthur to first buy a home in Boston and second to host Thanksgiving dinner for the Rizzolis. Maura cried as she nodded yes to both. Her parents continued to amaze her.

"You can invite Hope and Cailin," Constance said. Constance had never met either and wasn't anxious to do so but they were a part of Maura's life. Maura kissed her mother.

Jane always loved Thanksgiving. She didn't understand how anyone could not love food, sweatpants and football. As the house filled with Rizzolis and friends, Jane found Constance and Arthur to be fantastic hosts. Constance definitely knew how to throw a party and her guests knew how to take the formality out of it. Maura watched her mother entertain with such effortlessness in this new setting of socked feet, jeans and football jerseys. She was relaxed and wasn't bothered by the loudness of the people filling her home. Constance seemed to draw energy from it.

"Look at your mom," Jane said as she bumped shoulders with Maura.

"I've never seen her like this," Maura replied. Jane could see both Isles women were happy.

"It is doubtful the Isles family has had such a motley crew invade their home," Jane observed.

"That's what makes it so wonderful, Jane."

Arthur had taken a moment from his cooking duties to sit with Tommy and Frankie. They all were yelling at the television during the Washington-Dallas football game. Maura didn't believe she had ever seen her father watch a football game and definitely not yell at the television while doing so. Tommy had drawn them all into a Fantasy Football league this season. Tommy and Arthur were playing each other this week. Her father was no match for the patented Rizzoli trash talking Tommy was throwing at him but he was giving it a valiant effort with help from Frankie.

Jane slid behind Maura. She wrapped her arms around her waist as she kissed her temple. Maura leaned back into her. They surveyed the Isles' great room. These were the people that created the landscape of their lives. Vince and Kiki brought his stepson Josh who was visiting for the holiday from college. He had completed his associate degree and was now attending UMass.

"Josh looks good," Maura commented.

"Yeah. Korsak says he's a junior now. Is that crazy?"

Camille, Robin and Cameron were also there. Since Barry's death, they were always invited. They normally declined. Jane assumed it was too hard for Camille. This year they came and she was pleased. Frankie and Nina were there with Nina's mom, Catherine. Tasha who was in her third year at BCU made it as did Kent. Though he was well intentioned, Jane still found him to be just odd enough to irritate her. Tommy and TJ who was scheduled to be with Lydia were there with Rondo. When Rondo walked through the door with his trademark Vanilla, Jane laughed and hugged the man. It had been a while since she had seen him. She would admit only to Maura that she missed him a little.

"Didn't know Rondo was invited," Jane said.

"Tommy called asking if it was okay. He ran into him this morning while TJ was fulfilling his community service at the shelter."

Tommy had decided to make them all participate in TJ's punishment for fighting. It was a genius move because Jane wanted to pin a medal on the kid.

TJ chose Maura to defend him. Jane thought it was a smart choice. She'd choose her too. Angela was the prosecutor much to her chagrin. She wanted to be the judge. Nina had the coveted judge position and Jane, Constance and Frankie were the jury. Tommy set two options for punishment. Maura was able to get the reduced sentence of community service. Jane pointed out that it helped she was sleeping with one of the jurors and the prosecutor was incompetent.

"I would like to think it was my skills," Maura said insulted.

"Trust me dear. It was most definitely because of your skills," Jane replied her voice low and seductive.

Angela was there without Ron who was on call and would be coming later. Cavanaugh, Hope and Cailin rounded out the Rizzoli-Isles guest list. It was a full house.

When Cailin and Hope had arrived, Jane could feel Maura tense. She went and placed her hand in the small of her back and gently drew circles to calm her.

"Mother this is Hope. Hope this is my mother Constance." Constance extended her hand and Hope took it. Constance could see the resemblance to her daughter and envied Hope.

"Welcome to our home," Constance offered. Jane could hear the nervousness in her voice. Jane could only imagine the stress both Constance and Hope were feeling. Adopted mother. Biological mother. In most scenarios, the biological mother was involved in the decision to put their child up for adoption. Hope had Maura stripped from her. For years, she mourned her believing she was dead while someone else was given the opportunity to love her and watch her grow.

"Thank you so much for the invitation," Hope replied. Constance smiled at her.

"Mother." Maura directed Constance towards her sister. "This is Cailin my sister."

"Pleasure," Constance said extending her hand again.

"Yes, thank you," Cailin said quietly as she shook it.

Jane kissed the side of Maura's head. "Not so bad," she whispered.

"Come with me," Maura said as she took Jane by the hand. Jane liked following Maura.

"Get that out of your mind right now," Maura commanded.

"What?" Jane asked innocently.

"I know you Jane Rizzoli. This is not that."

"What?" she asked again.

"Don't what me. I see it in your eyes. We were almost late today because of what you're thinking right now."

"I don't believe it is my fault that you are irresistible and beautiful." Maura laughed and shook her head at a pouting Jane.

"No," Maura stated firmly. Jane smirked.

"Can't blame a girl for trying when she is engaged to the most wonderful woman in the world who makes it so hard to keep my hands off her," Jane whined.

"Still no." Jane chuckled giving up. There was always tonight.

Maura led her to the balcony.

"It's cold out here, Maura."

"I'm so happy, Jane," Maura said.

"You deserve to be happy sweetie. But I think you could have told me that inside."

"You asked me to marry you," Maura stated.

"Yes," Jane agreed wondering where this was going.

"I agreed," Maura continued.

"Yes, you did."

"Will you marry me right now?" Maura asked excited. Jane stared at Maura shocked. This wasn't what she expected.

"Maur, I thought you wanted a fancy wedding?" she asked believing this was some sort of concession.

"I want to be married to you," Maura replied. "In that room right now, are the people most important to us."

"Rondo?" Jane questioned. Her eyebrow raised.

"He's Tommy's plus one," Maura offered with a smile. Jane laughed. She would concede Tommy had done worse. At least she liked Rondo.

"Maura, I would marry you any day but this isn't what you have talked or dreamed about for I don't know how long. You wanted a silk charmeuse empire waist dress with a 20-foot train. You wanted a volcano."

"You remember that?" Maura asked shocked.

"Yes, I remember. You wanted your father to walk you down the aisle. There are to be white roses and lilies. Candles and soft lights. Accents of midnight blue. There was the string quartet and the Boston Public Library."

"Wow."

"Maur, I know I have given you a hard time about some of it and sometimes it didn't seem like I was paying attention but I was."

"We were planning an event, Jane. Today, I want a wedding that makes me your wife."

"We don't have a license."

"Do you not want to marry me?" Maura asked wondering why Jane was stonewalling her.

"I do. You know that," she responded. "I don't want you to settle."

"How am I settling if I am marrying you?" Jane walked away from Maura rubbing her hands. She wanted to marry her but she wanted Maura to have everything she desired. She wasn't sure this was it. Maura and Constance had grand plans for the Rizzoli-Isles affair. Jane understood that some things were expected marrying into this society and for Maura she would abide by them.

"That's fine Jane," Maura said dejectedly. "We don't have to do this." Jane grabbed her hand to keep her from leaving.

"Is this what you want, Maur? Will you be happy with this?" she asked wanting to be sure.

"Yes, but I am not sure you will," Maura replied concerned she had misjudged Jane.

"I know it makes no sense but I thought Pop would be there when I married. Not to walk me down an aisle or anything but be there you know?" Maura nodded.

Frankie had not invited their father to his wedding. No one expected him to do so but Jane had mentioned inviting him more than once when they discussed the guest list. Maura didn't want Frank there. She knew that wasn't fair. Her father would be there. Frank was Jane's father and it was important to her but Maura didn't trust him. She didn't trust him not to hurt his family.

"Do you trust me?" Maura asked. Jane nodded.

"Of course, I do Maura."

"Will you marry me?" she asked. Jane nodded again. If Maura was sure, then she was sure.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

The room was suspiciously quiet when Jane and Maura entered. Everyone was staring at them.

"Well?" Constance asked. Maura broke out into a huge grin.

"She said yes." The room erupted. Jane looked at Maura. Angela walked over to her daughter.

"Come on. Let's get you dressed." Angela led her away dumbfounded.