Jane let Maura take the suitcases, gathering all the unruly bulky packages from Maura's shopping instead. Jo met Maura at the door, tiny tail wagging as Maura dragged the suitcases out of the way so she could pick up the bundle of happiness. Jane put Maura's bags down on the couch and took Jo as Maura went back out for more of her purchases.

"Oh, you're back," Angela said, coming in from the side door, wrapping Jane in her arms, Jo whining and licking them both. Maura came back in, and Jane wriggled free to go clear out the trunk of Maura's car. "I hope it's alright, I invited everyone around for Sunday dinner to welcome you back."

"I don't mind, it'll be nice to see everyone before we go back to work. Jane, is that everything?" Jane nodded, closing the door behind her.

"I'll put the laundry on, ok?" Jane called as she grabbed the suitcases.

"Is that the ring?" Angela gushed, and Maura slipped it off of her finger, handed it over. "Oh it's perfect. Janie, it's perfect." Maura slid it back on. "It looks so good on you, Jane I didn't know you knew this much about rings," Angela called, and Jane popped out, smirking.

"I didn't until I needed one for her," Jane said, disappearing again.

Angela went through all the holiday photos with Maura and Jane, one or the other of them skipping out to change over the laundry or refresh the teapot. It felt natural, being here. It always had, with the amount of time they spent there.

"I'm glad you're both here," Angela said, squeezing Jane. "If you're getting married, you won't want me in the guest house. I'm looking at places."

"Ma..."

"Our work hours won't be changing, and I have always appreciated your company after work, you feeding Bass when I'm working late and keeping an eye on the main house when I'm out of town. Jane will be staying over this week, and if things aren't working out we can decide from there."

"Ma, worst comes to worst you can have my place, don't go looking. You sank your education and your working career for a man who barely did the bare minimum for you, so you could take care of us. I'll take care of you, ok?" Angela squeezed Jane again, kissing her forehead.

Angela bustled around, getting dinner ready.

"I'm going to go see Paddy," Jane said, grabbing her keys.

"Really? Why?" Maura asked.

"Figure I should be the one to tell him. You know what the Doyle's are like about their kids."

"I'm coming too," Maura said firmly, and Jane ran her hand through her hair in frustration.

"Ok, but I talk to him first, ok? If it goes poorly, it's my head on the line."

"He loves me, in his own maladaptive way, Jane. He'd never put a hit out on me."

"And I'm trying to prevent him putting a hit out on me too," Jane said, jaw firm.

"Detective," Paddy said. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I'm marrying Maura," Jane said without preamble. "And if you're going to put a hit out I'd like the courtesy of being the first to know."

Paddy squinted at her, then laughed.

"You think I'd put a hit out on my daughter's personal bodyguard? You know how much it would cost to replace you? And Maura, Maura would be real upset, anything happened to you. I'm not blind. You'd take a bullet for her, and that's the only reason you're still standing."

Jane looked at him, considering what he'd said. "And our children? They'll be safe too?"

"I hid her from my father. I watched her grow up from so far away. History won't repeat here. You have my word on it. She might be a target because of who I am, but my men are loyal and they have the situation under wraps."

Paddy looked at her, not quite smiling. "So I suppose congratulations are in order. Those Martin women, you know they have a way of getting hold of you. Making you feel like a better person than you could ever be. I hope you can live up to that." Jane nodded, recognising the challenge.

"Maura's here too. If you weren't amenable I was going to let her go home without seeing you, but for some reason she wants to." Jane turned and nodded to the guard, and Maura came in.

Paddy went to rise to his feet, then stopped.

"How are you," Paddy asked, that soft voice Jane only heard when Maura was in the room.

"I'm well. Paddy Senior sends his regards. We saw him while they arranged your visiting time."

Paddy chuckled. "You're the only thing he's ever admitted to being wrong about," Paddy said. "His letters... You certainly made an impression."

"Jane told you?" Maura asked, and Paddy nodded.

"I've seen the way she protects you. You know I don't like cops, but I like the way she treats you."

"That's it?" Maura asked in surprise.

"I figured you were together when I let you meet me. My love for Hope was disproved of by my father, what kind of hypocrite would I be if I followed that example?"

"A mobster with a heart of gold," Jane quipped.

"Speaking of Hope," Paddy said, and his eyes lit up, even more than they had when he'd seen Maura.

Maura sighed.

"She's well. She's still - conflicted. You told her you wouldn't hurt women or children, and she believed you. She believed in you. She doesn't trust you."

"Would she ever consider..." Paddy coughed. Brought out a letter. "The guards have checked it already. Thought it might mean more, coming from you."

Maura sighed again. Took the letter.

"Is she happy?" Paddy asked, and Jane could see a man who'd loved a woman for decades. Maura nodded.

"Sometimes," Maura said. "No one's always happy."

"And Constance?"

"She's doing well. I thought she had been sending letters?"

Paddy nodded. "She has, and they're almost as welcome as your visits." The guard coughed, and Jane turned, watching him tap his watch.

"You look happy," Paddy said to Maura. "I'm glad."

"She makes me happy," Maura said, following Jane out of the visiting room.