Rizzles babies! I get so excited writing this stuff. I love babies. I've definitely projected a little of my own baby love onto Jane in this story. I was on the train the other evening and there was two little girls who were no older than 2 and they became best friends during the ride, and they kissed each other good bye. So cute. So awesome. Anyways, I'm babbling, thanks of course, as always for the love and reviews. Hope you enjoy!

Jane was very grateful for colour coded hospital bracelets, because she had no other way yet to tell her two girls apart, except that blue was Margo and red was Elliott. Jane had matching bracelets on her wrists, Maura too. Both were 7 pounds 1 ounce, with dark hair and, much to Jane's chagrin, sparkling hazel eyes. Elliott was born 3 minutes and 27 seconds before her sister, but in every other way they were completely identical and beautiful.

Margo squirmed next to her sister in their little bassinet and Jane who was hovering over them, moved to pick up her daughter. "Shh, Ms. Channing," she said with a smile, kissing a little button nose, that still managed to resemble Maura's and cradling her daughter carefully, just like the nurse had shown her. "We gotta keep quiet while your mom gets some sleep. You girls put her through the ringer for 30 hours. It's the day I picked though, the 17th, so the guys are going to have to pay up. Ellie you came at 4:04am and Margo you came at 4:08. It's a Sunday and it's June 2012 if you're wondering, and I haven't stopped staring at you for the past 7 hours. I'm your lady-dad, Jane, and that very sleepy lady across the room is your mom, and she's wonderful, and I hope you girls grow up to be just as amazing and smart and beautiful as she is. You've obviously got my hair though, but that's okay, it's pretty nice hair."

Elliott started to squirm and fuss then, and Jane managed to scoop her up with her free arm. She could juggle the twin thing. "Look at the two of you. You're so awesome. I can't wait to bring you guys home. We gotta big crib so you guys can sleep together, your mom says you aren't use to being apart yet, and you'll feel better if you can feel each other nearby. I guess you're use to being roommates. Your uncle Frankie, he's my little brother, he got you little police uniform pajamas, I think you'll like them, but you don't have to grow up to be cops or doctors, you can be whatever you want to be and me and your mom will love you no matter what."

Jane walked quietly back in forth across the room, whispering to her daughters, singing softly, "Babies, babies, babies, oh, babies, babies, babies, say you'll always be mine." But apparently even her special rendition of Bieber wasn't soothing enough to keep Margo from letting out a piercing cry. "Ssh, baby," Jane tried to no avail. All she got was more crying and a glimpse of tonsils and gums. "Just tell me what you need, but don't be so loud."

It was no use, Maura had woken up. "Hey," she said groggily, sitting up. "What's all the fuss about over there?"

Jane turned and smiled. "I think someone needs boobie, and it isn't me."

Maura laughed and reached out to take her crying daughter. "Hey sweetheart," she cooed, dropping one shoulder of her hospital gown. Breastfeeding wasn't the easiest yet, but it was getting better with each feeding. Jane watched amazed as Margo latched on and started sucking. It was beautiful to watch mother and daughter like that.

Jane brought her face down to kiss Elliott. "Don't feel left out Ellie, when you're hungry you get the boobies too."

Maura stroked Margo's cheek and soft, dark hair. "We made some very beautiful babies."

Jane continued to stare at Elliott. "They're amazing," she said softly, leaning over to kiss the top of Maura's head. "You're amazing. You did this. I just contributed some DNA."

Maura shook her head. "You did so much more than that. You made sure I ate right, and got my sleep, and took my vitamins, and you rubbed my feet and helped me get my shoes on when I was too huge to bend over."

Jane chuckled. "You were pretty huge."

Margo had fallen asleep, but was still attempting to take a drink. Jane often fell asleep in much the same way. Elliott started to fuss and they exchanged babies, so the hungry little girl could get her dinner. "Hi Ellie," Maura whispered, holding her little girl tight to her chest as she fed.

Soon Jane had three sleepy ladies on her hands. She laid Elliott down with her sister and pulled Maura's gown back up, along with the blanket, before placing a tender kiss to her exhausted wife's forehead. A very light knock at the door, made her look over her shoulder. She smiled seeing Maura's parents in the doorway.

Jane made her way over quietly. "Everyone just fell asleep," she whispered as they headed out into the hallway. "I'm glad you made it."

Mrs. Isles smiled and reached out to squeeze Jane's hand. "We came from New York as soon as possible, we weren't anticipating the babies making such an early entrance. Was everything alright?"

Jane smiled. "Things were a little long, and I got yelled at a lot, but the babies are here and healthy and Maura's a little worse for wear, but she's healthy too. Everything went well and there's 20 new fingers and 20 new toes."

Mr. Isles clamped a big hand down lovingly on Jane's shoulder. "Thanks for the constant updates. Although I'm not certain our flight attendant appreciated them as much as we did."

Jane smiled and yawned. "Oh you poor thing," Mrs. Isles said. "Have you managed to get any sleep."

Jane shook her head. "It's alright. The other dads and I are keeping the coffee shop downstairs in business."

"Well why don't we all go get some more caffeine," Mr. Isles suggested. "And give the girls a chance to sleep a while, and then we'll come back for a visit."

Jane ducked back in the room to leave a note for Maura incase she woke back up. Joseph and Laura made their way silently to take a peek at their granddaughters before heading back out with Jane.

"They're so beautiful, Jane," Laura said. "So much hair."

Joseph was fighting back the tears in his eyes. "I am going to spoil those girls."

Jane grinned. "Pop said the same thing. I'm pretty much just going to give in to their every demand. I've already told Maura, I'm going to be little to no help in the discipline department."

Mrs. Isles shot her husband a look. "Much like her own father."

Joseph grinned, but he couldn't deny it.


They got back an hour later and Maura was awake, and attempting to get up to go to the bathroom. Jane was immediately at her bedside helping. "Look who I found," she said.

Maura smiled wide at her mother and father, as Jane helped her into her robe. She was engulfed in big hugs. "I'm so sorry you had to cut your trip short."

"Don't be absurd, sweetheart," Joseph said, kissing the top of his daughter's head. "We rushed back as soon as Jane called."

"You're squeezing daddy, and I have to pee," Maura said into her father's chest.

Mr. Isles laughed and let go, kissing his daughter's cheek before she shuffled off to the bathroom. Jane had wandered to the other end of the room and returned with two squirming bundles. Joseph took one and Laura took the other. "Red is Elliott and blue is Margo," Jane explained. "It's the only way to tell them apart right now. Although Margo tends to be a little more vocal," she said, as Margo let out a cry on cue.

Mrs. Isles rocked and cooed the little girl until she settled down. "Aw, little Margo, you're okay."

Joseph smiled as Elliott jerked her hand free from her swaddling blanket and grabbed at his finger. "Hi there little one, I'm your grandpa," he said gently, walking around the room and talking to the little baby.

Maura reemerged and slipped her arms around Jane's waist, watching as her parents bounced around the room, whispering to their grandchildren. She smiled and rested her cheek on Jane's shoulder. "They're going to spoil them and buy them ponies," she stated with a smile.

Jane looked down. "Can I have a pony too?"

Maura chuckled. "Of course you can."

Jane bent down to kiss her wife. "Do you need anything? More sleep? Food?"

Maura shook her head and leaned into Jane. "No. Right now, I have everything I need."

After her parents left, Jane had a chance to practice her diaper changing abilities, after another feeding. Maura was exhausted again, she sighed and laid back, using the controls on her bed, to lower the head down. "Come here," she said, holding out her arms.

Jane checked on her girls one more time and headed over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"You haven't slept in over a day," Maura said. "Come crawl in here with me."

Jane shook her head. "No it's okay. You stretch out and sleep. I'll take a nap in the chair, maybe."

Maura just shook her head, and pulled back her blankets. "No," was all she said, before rolling on to her side and making space. Jane acquiesced (she always did) and slipped off her shoes, before laying down behind her wife, pulling her close while succumbing to much needed sleep.


"And there it is," Jane grumbled, her bare feet hitting the cold hospital floor, as she shuffled over to a very loud baby. She'd managed to get a few hours of sleep. It was dark out now, but she'd lost track of time somewhere between the day's 6th or 7th changing and feeding. "How do you make so much noise, when you're so small," she said groggily but with a smile, as she picked up Elliott and rocked her. "You're so awesome though. Even when you wake me up with a stinky diaper."

Jane was getting good at the diaper changing. When they were home she fully intended to practice changing both at the same time. Maybe Maura could feed them at the same time and they could get more sleep. "Can your mom feed you at the same time?" Jane asked the little baby, as she swaddled her back up. "I mean dogs can feed a whole litter."

"I can feed them at the same time, but I don't appreciate being compared to a dog."

Jane turned around. "No. I was just wondering if you could multitask," she said, turning her face back to the daughter in her arms. "Your mom is crazy. I would never compare her to a dog. You can't see her right now, because you can only see like a foot infront of you, but she's the most beautiful lady in the whole world, though you and your sister are giving her a serious run for her money."

Maura raised the bed and stretched out her arms, taking Elliott gently. "Hi Ellie," she whispered as Jane undid the tie of her gown for her. "Midnight snack time."

Jane checked her watch. "She's a little early, 11:30."

Maura stroked soft hair as Elliott started her meal. "You should get Margo up, we're suppose to feed them at the same time, that way we get more sleep."

Jane headed back across the room and rubbed pudgy cheeks until Margo got mildly annoyed and let out a whimper. "I know Ms. Channing, you don't want to wake up, but if you do, I've got a fresh diaper for you and a warm meal."

The new moms exchanged babies, and Jane rocked Elliott a little before laying her back down.

"I hope we can keep this baby feeding thing running this smooth when we get home tomorrow," Jane said, taking Margo when she was finished too and got her settled back down with her sister.

"We will," Maura said sleepily as Jane crawled back into the hospital bed."Hopefully. Are you still certain about taking your, what did Korsak call it, lady-paternity leave," she finished with a chuckle.

"Ha. Ha," Jane said, nuzzling her face into Maura's hair. "Yes I'm taking it, especially after all the teasing the guys gave me over it, and I want to be there for you and the girls. I don't want you being the one who has to deal with them crying and the stinky diapers and the late nights. We're a team. If you're home, I'm home too."


Jane was beginning to realize that chasing down murderers and roughing up perps was way easier than taking care of two 5 day old babies. And there was way less poop involved.

Jane felt like she was in a diaper changing pit-crew. Maura felt like she was just a giant sack of milk. The babies certainly had inherited Jane's voracious appetite, or perhaps her love of breasts. Either way, Maura was up every few hours, just like right now, at 3am.

She shifted in the rocking chair, and winced as her daughter sucked a little too hard. "Be nice Ellie," she whispered, stroking a chubby cheek. Jane paced the room, patting Margo's back gently until the tiny baby released an exceptional burp.

"That's my girl," Jane said, laying the sleepy baby down and taking a now full Elliott for the second round of burping.

Maura looked up and smiled, as she pulled her robe closed. Her stifled yawn didn't go unnoticed. "Get to bed," Jane said. "I'll put Ellie down when she's done and be right there."

Maura nodded and stood up, kissing both her babies and Jane before shuffling back to the bedroom. She felt the mattress dip as Jane came back to bed a few minutes later. Maura rolled over and buried her face in the warm comfort of Jane's chest. "I love you," she whispered. "With everything, I don't think I've said it enough these past 9 months."

Jane squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. "I don't need you to say it to know that you do. The babies are starting to look more and more like you."

Maura shook her head. "Are you suggesting I look like a chubby baby?"

Jane managed to chuckle and yawn all at the same time. "I mean that they're the most beautiful creatures in the whole world, just like their mother."

Maura mumbled sleepily against Jane's chest. "I love you."