Just some adorable Rizzles and Sons for y'all. Enjoy.

Epilogue

"Come on Dec! Stay with it!"

Jane was pacing up and down the sideline of the soccer field, intently watching the action. It was a beautiful spring morning, a bit chilly, but the sun was shining brightly. I found myself watching Jane instead of watching our son's game. Even after six years of marriage, I was still mesmerized by her. She paced the sideline watching every move Declan made, her long legs taking her several yards away and back again. Her dark hair was up in a ponytail, but several strands had escaped and were blowing around in the slight breeze. It was only small-fry soccer, the children moved in a large mass wherever the ball went, but Jane was watching it like it was the World Cup. I smiled as I watched her watch the game, as passionate as always.

A small hand reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair. Smiling, I looked down to see two dark eyes blinking sleepily at me. I hugged the warm body closer, and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, among the mass of riotous curls.

"Hi Sammy. Did you have a nice nap? Did Mama's yelling wake you up?" The eighteen-month-old nuzzled his head into my neck, his small hand still grasping a handful of my blonde hair. He let out a contented sigh before beginning to squirm in my lap. His curiosity eventually got the better of him and he wiggled around so that he was facing the game too. His eyes lit up when he saw his big brother run past.

"Dec! Dec, Mommy!" Samuel tugged on my sweatshirt and pointed excitedly. He was at the stage where he loved his big brother, and Jane and I took great joy in watching him follow Declan around the house trying to imitate his every move.

"That's right Sam. Declan's playing his game." His little legs started kicking excitedly, and I squeezed him tightly before letting him down off my lap and onto the grass. As soon as his feet touched the grass, he took off like a shot, tottering as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the field.

Before I even had a chance to get out of my seat and grab him before he was on the playing field, long arms shot out and picked him up, tossing him in the air before placing a loud smacking kiss on his rosy cheek. He shrieked as she tickled him before settling him on her hip.

"Oh no you don't, little man. You're about three years too young mister." Jane chuckled. "Did you have a nice nap on Mommy?"

He nodded, his dark curls bouncing slightly as he did. He really needed a haircut, but both Jane and I were hesitant to do so. I loved his curls, and how they reminded me of Jane. Jane said she didn't want to cut them yet because then he would look like a real person and not a baby. So we agreed to leave them for the time being.

"Jesus…there's no way that number ten on the other team is under five years old. What are they feeding him? He's a sasquatch!" Jane exclaimed -probably a little louder than she meant to.

"Jane!" I hissed – "People can hear you!" She looked around at the other parents gathered near us and grinned at me sheepishly. I got out of my chair and moved to stand with Jane. Her free arm reached out to wrap around my waist and she pulled me close to her, kissing my temple once I had settled next to her. "How's he doing? What's the score?"

"I think they are winning 4-1." She announced proudly. "Although…they should have scored a few more…I mean, look at their goalie." She whispered conspiratorially, pointing towards the opposite goal where a small girl was sitting in the grass picking dandelions.

We both couldn't hold in our laughter and stood there chuckling until we got ourselves under control. Declan spotted us and took that moment to wave at us before running towards the ball with a determined look on his face. He looked so much like Jane and I couldn't believe how big he was getting. I smiled wistfully and thought back to the day he had been born.

Jane had been quiet and determined, suffering through each contraction in resolute silence, her jaw tense as she gritted her teeth waiting for them to pass. She was a fighter, deciding to go through the whole process naturally. I was in absolute awe of her. It wouldn't be long now. She had been pushing for about an hour and the doctor just announced the head was crowning. Jane gripped my hand in anticipation, her knuckles white as she strained against the pain.

We hadn't planned on her carrying a child. But after three failed attempts at me getting pregnant, more testing revealed residual scarring from the shooting had basically reduced my chance of getting pregnant to zero. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but we hadn't even gotten to the car to head home when Jane blurted out those three words that changed everything.

"I'll do it." She had said. We had turned around and headed back into the fertility specialist's office. Three short months later we found out she was pregnant. We cried and laughed and held each other when we found out the news.

"One more push, Jane." The doctor said. "Okay the head is out! Hold on for a second while we get the shoulders out. Then you can meet your baby."

I leaned in to whisper encouragement as she gripped my hand harder. I pressed my lips to her clammy forehead as the doctor instructed her to push again. She tensed up for several seconds, pushing with every ounce of strength she had, before she collapsed back onto the bed while the cry of our baby pierced the air. Tears burned in my eyes as I bent over to kiss Jane, noting the tears in her eyes as I cupped her sweaty face.

"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy." We both began to sob in earnest as our son continued to wail in the background, our foreheads pressed together as our eyes remained locked on one another.

"I love you so much Jane. You did so well honey, I'm so proud." My hands brushed away her sweat-soaked curls from her face.

"I love you too Maur. Now go meet our son." She grinned, looking both utterly exhausted and impossibly gorgeous as she closed her eyes.

I tried to compose myself, brushing away my tears as I moved to the foot of the bed. My breath caught in my throat as I got my first look at my son. He was beautiful, even though his face was contorted and red as he continued to wail. He was ours.

With shaking hands, I managed to cut the umbilical cord, and before I knew it, the nurse placed him in my arms. Kissing his little forehead, I slowly moved back towards Jane, my eyes glued on this little person in my arms.

"Jane, honey, open your gown a bit. There's someone who wants to meet you." I whispered. She smiled sleepily and complied, pulling open the front of her hospital gown, exposing her bare chest. I unwrapped the blanket from around him and placed him chest-to-chest with Jane. Her hands came up to cradle him protectively, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles on his back, as I settled the blanket on top.

Jane seemed to be at a loss for words for several moments. She seemed to be choking back sobs as she just stared at him in wonder, tears rolling down her cheeks. The baby squirmed for a few moments, letting out a few short cries, before settling down. I bent down to kiss both of their dark heads before perching myself next to Jane on the very edge of the hospital bed, content to be a part of our first interactions as a family.

"Hey little man." Jane finally managed to whisper. "We are so glad you're here."

He fussed for a few seconds, opening his eyes briefly to give us a glance at gorgeous deep blue eyes.

"We did good Maur. Look at him...he is so handsome. He's gonna be a stud. God…I can't believe he's actually here…" Jane looked up at me, brushing away tears with the back of one hand.

I responded with a kiss. "You did good Jane. He looks like you."

She grinned. "He does. It's pretty great, right?"

I wrapped one arm around Jane and with my other, reached forward to link my hand with Jane's, resting protectively over our son's back. "It's more than great Jane…it's incredible." I murmured. "He needs a name though. Are we still in agreement with the name we had picked out for a boy?"

She nodded, and then craned her neck to kiss him tenderly on his little head. "Welcome to the world Declan Joshua Rizzoli. We love you so much."

The referee's whistle signifying the end of the game pierced the air and brought me out of my reminiscing. I laughed as I saw my son raise his hands triumphantly in the air as he hopped around celebrating his victory. Samuel began to wriggle around, kicking his legs so that Jane would let him down.

"Easy there Sammy, watch out for Mama's tummy." Jane bent down and released the toddler, who sprinted as fast as his little toddler legs could carry him towards his big brother. I noticed Jane was slow to get up, her hand coming to rest on her lower back as she straightened up.

"Everything okay?" I asked, reaching a hand out to rest on her very pregnant belly. "You really shouldn't be carrying Sam anymore. You are thirty-seven weeks Jane, you could go into labor at any second."

She rolled her eyes. "Would that be the worst thing in the world? I feel bigger than a house right now." She rubbed her back for a few more seconds. "Really though, I'm fine, my back is just sore." She gave me a reassuring smile, before holding out her hand so we could go collect our two hooligans.

"You sure it isn't twins?" I teased, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"You're the doctor, you tell me. Although…we're already outnumbered with this one, so what's one more?" She replied dryly, swinging our hands slightly as we walked across the field. Declan ran towards us, his water bottle in one hand and Sam clinging to the other, trying to keep up.

"Mama! Mommy! Did you see? We won, and I almost scored a goal!" Declan was grinning from ear to ear as he collided with my midsection and threw his arms around me. He pulled back and I brushed his sweaty hair away before planting a kiss on his forehead.

"We sure did Dec. You were awesome!" I smiled.

Jane reached out to ruffle his hair then stuck her arm out so he could give her a high-five. He had to jump a bit to slap her palm. "You were great out there bud, a regular Cristiano Ronaldo!"

"Uncle Frankie said he would give me ten bucks if I score a goal." Declan announced. "I could buy, like, fifty candy bars with that…"

Jane laughed and moved to wrangle Sam, who was chasing a butterfly. "What do you say we head to the playground for a bit Maur? This monster needs to burn off some energy." She ticked his chubby stomach and blew a raspberry on his cheek before releasing him in the direction of the large play structure in the corner of the park. Declan tossed his water bottle into my tote bag and took off running after Sam, yelling gleefully at the top of his lungs as he ran.

Jane and I packed up the camp chair we had set up and gathered our belongings and headed over to settle on a sun-warmed bench next to the playground. I sighed as Jane's arm came over my shoulder and she pulled me close as we watched the boys tear around the play structure. I reached over to rest my hand on her belly, smiling when I felt the baby place a strong kick against my hand.

"I think Number Three was inspired by the soccer game Jane." I laughed. "He's certainly very active in there."

"You're telling me Maur. God…you think we're ready for this? I mean, Jesus…three boys?"

As if on cue, I spotted Samuel at the top of the play structure, squatting as if he was getting ready to jump several feet into the wood chips.

"Samuel Thomas Rizzoli! I don't think so!" I said in my best authoritative voice. "Use the slide or you are going to be in time out." Standing up, I took a few steps towards him to show him I meant business.

He scowled, looking so much like Jane I had to stifle a laugh. Luckily, Declan came over and grabbed his little brother, ushering him towards the sandbox to play.

Jane was laughing as I sat back down on the bench.

"Jane! You can't laugh every time I try to discipline him!" I swatted her playfully before joining in her laughter. "He is your son through and through Jane Rizzoli."

"It will be a miracle if he makes it to age two without a broken bone or stitches. Lucky for us, we have a doctor in the family. A very sexy one, I might add." She leaned over to kiss me, still grinning as her lips touched mine.

"Mhmmm? Flattery will get you everywhere Jane." I whispered, raising one eyebrow suggestively.

She leaned in to kiss me again, her lips lingering longer this time. "I love you Maura Rizzoli. I don't tell you often enough." Her face was serious as she pulled away. "You are the best wife and the best mom, and I fall more in love with you every day. And I can't wait to welcome little Peter into our family whenever he decides to make his appearance."

I frowned. "I thought we decided on James." I had been vehemently against the name Peter the last time we discussed potential names.

A sly grin played at the corner of her mouth. "We did. I'm just messing with you."

I pretended to be upset as she kissed my temple, before becoming serious and looking up into her eyes that were sparkling in the spring sunlight. "I love you too Jane. With all my heart. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful family."

"It's been my pleasure Maur. I have loved every second of it." She whispered.

She squeezed me tighter around the waist, pulling me in closer to her. I rested my head on her shoulder and watched our boys digging in the dirt. Eventually they tired of the playground and came back to us. I groaned inwardly as I noticed Declan had grass stains on the back of his white soccer shorts, and Jane was currently in a battle with Samuel trying to remove the handfuls of dirt he apparently felt he needed from the pockets of his jeans.

Boys.

Were we really ready for another?

I shook my head as I felt a small hand grasp mine, and looked down to find Declan looking back up me, his blue eyes standing out in contrast to his olive skin and dark hair. "Thanks for letting us play at the park Mommy. I love you."

Just like that, all apprehension was washed away. "I love you too Dec."

I held his little hand in mine and we walked over to Jane, who had somehow managed to wrangle Sam into the stroller. She blew a strand of hair out of her face as she straightened up and looked at us expectantly.

"You ready to head home?" She held out her hand.

"Yes." I grabbed a hold, linking our fingers together. "But first…I think some ice cream is in order." I cast a sideways glance at Jane to gauge her reaction, noticing her eyebrows rise slightly in surprise, before she shot me a smile.

"Oh really? Ice cream before lunch? Mommy must not be feeling right Declan." She exchanged a knowing glance with him.

"You tell your Mama I am feeling just fine." I retorted. "Besides, its not every day our five-year-old wins his soccer game. We need to celebrate!"

Declan whooped in delight and let go of my hand to run ahead.

Jane chuckled at his reaction. "Really Maur? We need to celebrate?" She looked at me skeptically.

I nodded emphatically. "We do. It's only…logical." I flashed my biggest smile at her and watched as she threw her head back and laughed.