Anon: Maura is in labor. She wants Jane to deliver her baby for her. They have a home/water birth. (I might have been watching 'A Baby Story' & Discovery Channel too much)

"Do what?!" Jane is pacing the living room.

"Get pillows. Put them-" and Maura grits her teeth as another contraction rolls through her; "-behind me to prop me up."

"Ok. Pillows. On it." Jane runs out of the living room as Maura braces herself against the couch; gripping the side of her stomach; "Jane!"

"What?" she appears with every pillow from their bed under her arms.

"Forget the pillows."

Jane drops them; "Forgotten."

"I need to sit." Jane rushes to her side to help her down on the couch; "Ok, sweetie, just relax." she begins to ease her down, but Maura is pushing her away.

"I need to stand."

"Ok. Standing is good too." she is back by her wife's side, holding her hand; rubbing small circles on her back.

And Jane is sure that her hand is broken as she rides another contraction out with her wife; "How far apart are they?"

"Fuck you, a minute and thirteen seconds." Maura grits her teeth and Jane takes a small step back; her hand still in a vice grip.

"She's almost here." Maura straightens her back and wraps her arms haphazardly around her wife's neck and rests her head on her shoulder; "Dance with me." she starts a slow sway as Jane tentatively wraps her arms around her waist.

"Dance with yo-?"

"Shut up and do it." Jane closes her mouth and sets her jaw and continues to sway with her wife.

"This provides emotional support and relaxation with breathing techniques. You can also-" her arms tighten around Jane's neck; "-fucking apply counter pressure." it comes out in a quick breath.

Suddenly, Maura is leaning against Jane hard; "Now. It's happening now."

"Ok. What do I do? Do you need to lay down? You should lay down." she begins to guide Maura to the floor.

"No! I need to stand. Just look to see if I've crowned."

Jane stands still for a moment looking at her wife, hunched over the couch; "Do I need a dolly, Maura? Am I changing your oil while I'm at it?"

Maura turns only slightly, but her hand grabs Jane's shirt quickly and pulls her towards her; "Look, or so help me Jane, I will set you on fire."

Jane swallows hard and nods; "Right."

She kneels and peeks under her wife's slip and bolts upright; her eyes shut tightly.

Pointing down she nods her head; "Crowned."

"Help me down." Maura places her hand in Jane's; "And get the pillows."

"You said no pillows."

"GET THE PILLOWS." Jane stumbles back and catches herself as she turns and scoops the pillows off the ground in the kitchen; "Pillows!" as she drops them next to Maura as she settles between her wife's legs, propping herself up on her knees and raising her slip.

"Did you bring towels?" she says it between quick breaths.

Jane head pops up; "No. No. But I can. I will." and she takes off in another mad dash. Maura throws her head back; "I HATE YOU."

Jane comes back to a sliding stop on her knees back to Maura and lays the towels out under her; "I love you."

"So, push?" Jane looks unsure and Maura narrows her eyes; "Goddamn right." and Jane can't help but let out a small laugh as she looks down.

"Oh my god. This is happening.-" Jane is suddenly unsteady and her hands are shaking; "-Maura things are happening. I'm seeing life altering things and I don't know if I can ever be down here and look at this the same way again."

Maura lets out a shakey breath; "Not now, Jane."

Jane's eyes grow wide; "It's her head!"

"Just guide her out."

"Like a football?" Jane quips, glancing up at her wife.

"You're never getting laid again." Maura tosses a pillow at her, which misses.

"Neither are you with all I'm seeing."

But she grows quiet and settles back on her knee's and is silent as the little murmurs grow and fill the room. The reverberate through her chest and Jane can feel herself grow warm all over.

Little cries never sounding so wonderful.

Looking up at her wife, her tears fall freely as she wraps their daughter snuggly. Making her way to Maura, she rests the bundle on her chest, and kisses her forehead lightly; "Still want to set me on fire?"

Maura smiles at their daughter before looking up at Jane. Her eyes are soft and she kisses her gently.

"Only a little."