I'm so glad none of you were creeped out by the milk thing. I've always thought it would be an amazing thing to share with the woman I love who just carried and gave birth to my baby. Anyways, thank you all for continuing to read and review and pass on the love even after 56 damn chapters. Here's so pure baby fluff, because if there's one thing I love more than anything, it's fluff.

Jane sat with Margo in their usual place on the fluffy blanket on the living room floor. "You can do it Gogo," Jane encouraged, helping the little girl sit up and then slowly pulling her hands away to see if Margo could keep herself upright. She couldn't. She just slumped forward. Jane reached out to support the drooping baby.

"Okay, that was a good try, but you gotta remember that sitting up on your own is gonna be so much fun, look at your sister," Jane said, pointing at Elliott who was sitting up, although somewhat precariously, playing with her favourite bright orange octopus, swinging it by one of its many fuzzy legs.

Maura looked up from the medical journal she was reading nearby on the couch, and saw the worried look on Jane's face. "It's okay," she said, slipping down onto the floor with her family, and taking Margo into her arms. "It's okay that they develop at different paces."

Jane furrowed her dark brows and reached out to tame some of Elliott's equally dark and unruly hair. "But they're identical."

Maura squeezed Jane's arm. "Only genetically. A lot of environmental factors can make them different. It's been documented that with some twins one fetus is pushed aside in utero and develops in the womb with much less space than their twin, which can result in differences in development out of the womb as well," she explained, kissing the side of Jane's head lovingly. "Don't worry, Margo is just as healthy as her sister. She just doesn't feel like sitting up at the moment, but keep encouraging her. It will help."

Jane nodded, and continued to amuse her daughters, sitting Margo up so they could play with her favourite rubber turtle riding a surfboard that was suppose to be for the bath, but Margo refused to only use it in the tub. She chewed on it happily as Jane tugged gently on Elliott's octopus, earning a one toothed smile as Elliott attempted to pull her toy back and toppled into the soft blanket.

Maura sat back on the couch and watched her family over the top of her journal with a big smile. Jo had wandered over and was licking Elliott's kicking, little feet. The little girl squealed with delight. She and Jo had become the best of friends over the past 6 months. The terrier finally learning that the babies were delicate, but very fun to play. Elliott rolled herself onto her stomach and reached out for Jo, who laid down next to the baby and let herself be patted with tiny, uncoordinated hands.

Jane continued to encourage Margo to sit up on her own, but to no avail. "She'll sit up when she's ready," Maura said, knowing Jane was still worried.

"She doesn't have any teeth yet either," Jane said, pretending Margo's turtle was flying on his surfboard, much to the baby's delight.

Maura slipped back down onto the floor and wrapped her arms around Jane from behind. "It's okay," she reassured, resting her chin on Jane's shoulder. "They're identical but they're different little people. Margo cries louder and has more freckles on her nose, she laughs more too. Elliott is quieter, more laid back, her face is a little more round, probably because she's fatter, because all she ever wants to do is eat. They're just different, and they develop differently. Trust me, I'm a doctor you know."

Jane chuckled and lifted Margo into her lap, cradling the little girl, who looked up at her with wide hazel eyes. She did have more freckles than her sister. "Okay. I'll try to stop worrying. Jesus, I'm turning into my mother."

It was Maura's turn to laugh. "Let's not go that far."


"Uptown girl, she's been living in her uptown world," Maura sang softly, her voice much more capable of carrying a tune than Jane's. "I bet she never had a backstreet guy, I bet her mama never her told her why, I'm gonna try, for an uptown girl..." she continued, staring down at the girls in their crib as they started to fall asleep.

Jane came in the room and hugged Maura from behind, holding her close. "I'm the one that tried for an uptown girl."

Maura smiled and leaned back into Jane's strong arms. "It was a very successful try, I'd say."

Jane grinned, and kissed the side of Maura's neck. "It was."

Maura laughed softly, as Elliott reached out and took her sister's hand.

"Aww," Jane said. "How are they so damn cute?"

Maura turned in Jane's arms and swung her own up and around her wife's neck. "Because they have half my DNA."

Jane made face of mock shock. "What about my half?"

"Just the hair."

"That hurts," Jane said, extracting herself from her wife, and quietly headed out to the hallway, certain the babies were fast asleep.

Maura followed, laughing at her own joke. "Oh, Janie. Maybe they'll grow up to be lanky and awkward too."

Jane made a face and headed downstairs. "So mean," she said, picking up some of the toys of the day before flopping down onto the couch.

Maura dropped down ontop of her wife, giving pouting lips a little kiss. "Aww, I'm just kidding. I hope they grow up to be the brave, stalwart woman you are."

"Stalwart eh? That's the sexiest compliment you've ever given me."

Maura slapped Jane's chest playfully, before laying her head down on it. "Well, I certainly hope they don't inherit your smartass sense of humour."

Jane held Maura to her tight as they both laughed. Maura's quickly stifled by a yawn. "Have a sleep, baby," Jane said, snuggling them both down into the couch. She made sure the baby monitor on the coffee table was on. "Our little human alarm clocks will wake us up in a few hours for their midnight snacks."

Maura nodded and closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of Jane's heart lull her. The atrocious sound of Jane`s singing voice made her eyes snap back open.

"And when she's walking, she's looking so fine...And when she's talking, she'll say that she's mine...She'll see I'm not so tough, just because I'm in love with an uptown girl!"

Maura closed her eyes again and laughing, reached her hand up to slap it over Jane's mouth. "There are so many of your attributes I hope the girls inherit, but your singing is not one of them."


"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Jane said excitedly. "Maura! Get in here!"

"What is it?" Maura said worriedly, jogging into the kitchen.

Jane was sitting in front of the girl's in their high chairs, doing her best to try to introduce them to the joys of solid food with a bowl of very mushed up banana. "I think Margo just called me dada."

Maura let out the breath she'd been holding. "You had me scared," she said, slapping Jane's shoulder.

Jane looked up at her. "Did you hear me? Margo called me dada."

Maura kissed the top of Jane's head. "Babies at this age often imitate sounds they hear, but they aren't actually aware that they are saying anything of meaning, and when Frankie and Maggie were over the other afternoon when you had gone for groceries, he spent a considerable amount of time trying to convince the girls to call you dad. Barry and Vince also seem to get great pleasure out of referring to you as the dad. I suppose they aren't entirely incorrect," Maura jabbered, thinking about gender roles and language. "The verb 'to father' means to procreate or sire a child which you did. You did contribute the genetics that fertilized my eggs, and you didn't carry the babies, and you did not give birth, nor do you lactate to feed them, which is the primary, biological definition of a mother, so if you disregard the usual genders associated with the words, you would be their father." She was talking more to herself now than anything.

Jane looked up at her amused. "I get it. I knocked you up, even if I'm not a man, that still makes me kinda the dad, and Margo just called me dada, and I'm sticking with it."

Maura leaned over to kiss Jane's cheek. "Alright then dad."

"Da," Margo mimicked.

Maura smiled. "That is cute," she said, reaching out and wiping some errant banana off her little girl's chin. "And you were worried about her development." Elliott hit her little hands against the tray of her highchair, unimpressed that she wasn't getting any attention, and upset that the bananas were no longer coming in her direction.

"Oh Ellie," Jane said, smiling goofily at the little girl. "Here you go." She took a tiny spoonful of mushy fruit and brought it to Elliott's eagerly open lips. "You love the bananas for sure."

Elliott smacked her lips happily, and laughed as Maura leaned over to kiss her sticky face. "You girls be good for your dad this afternoon," she said with a big smile, leaning over to kiss Margo as well, before turning to give one to Jane too. "Mom's going to work to help out."

"Still remember how to do it?" Jane joked, giving Elliott another eagerly anticipated spoonful.

Maura rolled her eyes and pulled her jacket on. "I have an eidetic memory."

Jane grinned. "Bye mom, love you."

"Ma."

Jane and Maura both turned towards the new sound, eyes wide and smiling.

"Ma," Elliott repeated, giggling and banging on her tray.

Jane laughed. "I guess they've picked favourites already."

Maura smiled and slung her purse over her shoulder and walked back over to give all her ladies kisses goodbye. "There's expressed milk in the fridge if they manage to get more food on you than in their mouths," she said, pulling some crusty banana from Jane's hair.

"Thanks mom," Jane said. "Have a good day."

"You too dad."