Smiling from the scene in front of her, the detective walked towards it.

Maura was bending on the coffee table, next to her heels, helping TJ with his homework. Even when pointing out his mistakes, she was soft and made sure to praise him all the while. Never getting frustrated, she explained everything carefully, no matter how many times she had to repeat herself—coming up with newer explanations when the others still left him confused.

Kneeling next to her, she gave the blonde a sweet knowing look. Gazing into her for a brief moment until turning her attention to her nephew.

J: "Still on your homework, buddy?"

TJ: "I finished, but aunt Maura is helping me with numbers."

J: "You understand it, now?"

TJ: "Yeah. I like when she teaches me."

J: "Anything funny at school this week?"

TJ: "We had fake weddings."

J: "Who was the lucky new Mrs Rizzoli?"

TJ: "No one! Weddings are very serious. We shouldn't joke about them."

M: "It's just a pretend game, TJ. It would be ok if you joined."

TJ: "No! When I get married is because I really like her! Like you and aunt Jane. How was your wedding?"

Giving her girlfriend a confusing look, Jane noticed how blushed the blonde was. However, neither one of them couldn't help but chuckle.

M: "What do you mean?"

TJ: "Your wedding."

J: "We aren't married. What made you think that?"

TJ: "I...I thought you were married. I thought you were in Quantico because you had a fight."

M: "It's ok, TJ. You don't need to feel embarrassed. Many people mistook our relationship before."

TJ: "But you are best friends and live together."

M: "You're very smart, and those are two strong points, but we're not married."

Casually playing with the food on her plate, the detective wasn't able to cease the so many negative feelings racing into her body all at once. Hurt, anger, jealousy...Jealousy. Minutes ago, she stared at her younger brother in disbelief, learning he knew Maura transformed the closet next to the yoga room into a boxing one.

She knew there was nothing to worry about and that she was being unreasonable, but it didn't make her feel any better. She had everything she wished for, and it felt even better in reality than in daydreams. Maura was hers, and she was hers. They broke free from all those years in fear and self-doubt, and nothing could stop them now. However, not being able to have her in all forms was slowly driving her crazy; making her insecure and jealous of Tommy and Kent- mostly Tommy. Recently, she couldn't handle knowing they had her in a way she was still waiting for. She wanted to wait for her. She wanted it to be special and unforgettable for both, but that didn't mean the waiting was being easy.

M: "Jane?"

Realizing for the first time the blonde had placed a hand on her tight and caressed it gently, Jane turned her attention towards her. The pretty Bambi eyes she always gave her when concerned. How could she resist it? The detective sighed, and soon all her insecurities and anger flew away. Her feelings didn't matter if she was being unfair to Maura.

A: "So...A boxing room? Does this mean you're no longer looking for a place?"

J: "Nope."

A: "Wow Maura! Jane must have done something really good for you to splash out all that money on her."

The ME felt her cheeks burning. She hadn't thought of it before, but looking from the outside, it was odd for her to be spending so much, especially when no one knew they were together. The realization made her blush harder.

Suddenly, she felt Jane resting a hand on her stomach and lower back. Then, she pressed her lips against her cheek. Maura was in heaven.

J: "Thank you."

TJ: "Can I leave the table and watch tv?"

T: "Yeah, but don't turn the volume too loud."

A: "If I had more grandkids, TJ would have someone to play with...Nina?"

F: "Ma! We talked about this before."

A: "But you're my only hope! I gave up on Janie."

J: "Ma!"

Maura, almost snorting, chuckled hard while trying to cover her mouth with a fist.

A: "You look very happy today..."

M: "I am, indeed!"

A: "Did you won the lottery or something?!"

M: "Maybe."

A: "What are you not telling me? Are you seeing someone? Because, you know, I wouldn't mind grandkids from you neither."

Flushing, Jane looked at her mother and then at the blonde. The ME was pale and rigid in her seat, completely terrorized. Trying to relax her, she caressed her tight and stood up.

J: "Ma, help me with the desserts."

Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, Jane smiled softly. Today had been a great day. Seeing everyone she loved, having fun together and celebrating her birthday without the usual sadness of the past years, made her guilt about not moving back sooner. She should have never left Boston. It didn't matter how long it had passed; she would always feel regret about leaving. How could her judgment be so clouded back then? Looking back, she wasn't only trying to protect herself and them from the danger of her job. She was running. It was easier than to stay and fight. It was easier than to stay and keep fighting against her feelings for her best friend. The FBI had been a great experience, but if the reason she left was just for safety, she could've changed her role in BPD and work mainly from a desk.

Quietly, Maura came inside and closed the door behind- briefly stroking her girlfriend's back before reaching for the toothbrush.

J: "How's TJ?"

M: "Sleeping. Probably dreaming of dinosaurs."

J: "You spoil him too much. He's big enough to sleep by himself."

M: "The house is too big! He gets scared...besides, you are the one that told him we were going to have a slumber party."

Jane sat on the toilet seat to admire the blonde in her bedtime routine. Every night was the same, and every night she thought her girlfriend couldn't look any more beautiful. She was always stunning during the day, but at night, with no makeup on...she looked angelic. The detective wondered how the strongest woman she knew could also look so delicate and precious. Then, her mind drifted elsewhere.

After a while, Maura looked at her.

M: "Honey?... What's wrong?"

J: "I...I got jealous today."

Stopping what she was doing and placing the floss aside, the blonde sighed and moved towards her. Kneeling in front of her, she took her hands between hers.

M: "I know, and I'm sorry. You're allowed to feel Jane...I don't want you to hide it from me because you're worried about my reaction. You're in your right."

J: "I just...I've been feeling frustrated and jealous because...you know."

M: "I...I wish you didn't have to go through this...If I could, I would make everything feel great right now, but I'm not able to. But I love you. I love you so, so much honey. I know I'm not being the best girlfriend I can be, but when this is all over, I promise I'll make it up to you for all these months."

Seeing Jane, gazing at their hands, trying not to sob, Maura began crying. She felt a knot on her chest. She couldn't bear being the cause of such pain. Standing up, she cupped her face in her hands; brushing her tears away with the thumbs while resting their foreheads together.

M: "I love you...You are everything to me, Jane, and I would give up all that I have to be with you. Please, never doubt it."

Nodding, Jane pulled her girlfriend onto her lap, holding her tightly. The blonde, lightly, placed a kiss on her right eye, then cheek, then nose until touching her lips. Her hands, slipping underneath the dark curls, tracing soothing patterns on the back of her head.

M: "It will be ok, darling."