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I hope you like this chapter; the end might be a little sudden, but I promise the next chapter will compensate. The next few chapters will deal with the personal feelings of both our favorite women.

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(Note: Italics in this chapter are for thoughts and the flashback)

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Jane has been distant ever since she found out Claire was the daughter she gave up for adoption 24 years ago. Three days had passed since Jane found out the truth. She had been distant to everybody, except for Kathy. The brunette had been at the house every night to kiss her goodnight and read a story to her, but that's it. Neither Jane nor Maura had brought the topic out. Maura because of the fear she felt, and Jenae for the pain it brought to her.

What kept Maura at ease was that Jane went to her house every night, and even if she never spoke to her, the detective always kissed her goodbye. That made Maura's heart melt and break every time.

That night Jane went to Maura's house to read Peter Pan to Kathy as she promised the night before; the girl fell asleep halfway through the story; when she closed the book, she was about to leave but heard Maura's voice "Jane, we need to talk eventually" She said visibly sad. "Yes, we need… eventually" she responded a little too harshly.

This made Maura's heartbreak, and her eyes filled up with tears. "We cannot continue like this! You cannot keep on shutting me out…" she was saying when Jane interrupted her. "Just like you shut me out of this! That's the daughter I gave up at 16, she was here, at your house and her daughter is my goddaughter's best friend, and as a matter of fact, that little girl is my granddaughter…" Jane sighed, closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead. "Just so you know, I'm not mad at you. I'm just disappointed" she said with a broken and shaky voice, tears rolling down her cheeks and her hand balled into a fist. "Goodnight, Maura" she rubbed her shoulder, and with that, she left. Maura spent the whole night crying silently, regretting her mistake. She felt so, so guilty for putting her girlfriend through such a painful situation.

Jane got to her apartment; she got inside and dropped her keys angrily in the kitchen counter and leaned against it, tears still rolling down her cheeks. She started to sob softly, her face down, looking at the counter. She had been regretting giving her up for the past 24 years. She never said it out loud, not even to herself; she even avoided the thoughts of it. She always hid behind the 'That was the best for both of us' excuse. She's been lying to herself for so many years now, and all the tears she had kept inside were falling onto the granite of the counter as if they were a raging storm.

Not even her mother knew that every day since the baby was born and was gave into adoption, Jane regretted her decision and prayed for her baby to be fine, to have a family that loved her, to have a beautiful life. She prayed for her to be happy. She lost a part of her heart and soul that rainy Monday evening of April.

She unlocked her phone and searched for the picture of Claire. She caressed the screen of her phone. I can't believe it's you. She thought. She wanted to know more, she wanted to know her, but she didn't know how to do this. She was scared of the day they meet. What will she think? She'll think that we just look alike. Or she'll be more perceptive and think that there's something more? A million questions were running through her mind.

As she could, she went to her room, mentally worn out; she opened a drawer, looking for a metallic box, in where she kept her important things, there was a picture of the day her baby was born, the only picture she has of that tiny, fragile, beautiful baby she gave birth to. She laid down in bed without taking her clothes off; she just laid there, curled up in fetal position, looking at the picture. She was on a stretcher, soaked in sweat, in her bare chest a tiny but precious crying baby. She still remembers the sound of that little human being.

she was 6 months into her pregnancy. Obviously, she had told her parents and brothers, her mom just accepted it, her father was furious, and her only support was her little brothers, who always were helping her and giving her support. They were who helped her to take the decision to give her for adoption. She already had the couple; they agreed not to meet each other. Neither wanted anything to do with each other. Jane thought if she never saw the baby, she would not miss her.

She was going home after school, she was alone and running late due to a special activity she had to do, she had felt a strange dull pain in her abdominal area, she thought it's was due to she had not gone to the bathroom in a while. She was feeling discomfort in her womb, but she was too immersed in her things to notice that something was wrong. Ignore it was her way to avoid it.

Before going home she went to the bathroom, and alarmed, she noticed a little trace of blood in her underwear, she started to feel a little panicked; she walked as fast as she could to her house, but it wasn't close to the school, and she already lost the bus a while ago. The pain in her belly was increasing rapidly, and she felt fluids going down her cervix. She knew that was blood. She could feel the kicks of the baby, and that made her keep calm whilst she changed her route to the nearest hospital.

Tired and scared, she arrived at the emergency; almost at the verge of collapse, she cried for a nurse. The personnel of the hospital started to act instantly when they saw the skinny, pale pregnant teenager with her pants soaked in blood.

In a flash, Jane was on the stretcher looking at the hospital ceiling, watching the lights passing by them. She was now crying uncontrollably. An old, blonde ash woman told her, "Ok, honey, I'll be your doctor, I'm Joan Fisher. What's your name, honey?" Panicking, she managed to say her name, barely audible "Ok, Jane. I need to know your last name to call your parents," the doctor asked her while she was palpating her belly. "Ri-Ri-Rizzoli, I-I'm Jane Rizzoli," she said, crying and sobbing because of the fear and the pain.

"Ok, Jane, you're in labor; you're having the baby tonight!" She told her.

"What!? How is that possible? I'm just 6 months in!" she said in a complete state of panic.

"You're having a premature birth. I'll proceed to perform an ultrasound to check on the baby and possibly, to know the cause. I have a hint that you might have cervical insufficiency," she said, grabbing the cold gel and squeezing it in Jane's belly to perform the ultrasound.

"What's that!" she yelled, scared.

"It's a condition you're born with. Your cervix becomes shorter, softer, and dilated before time," she explained as simply as possible.

Jane was now praying for both to be okay; she was terrified for her life and the baby's life. After the doctor confirmed her hint, she was taken to an operating room to start the process of birth. Before she could start to push, her mother got into the room. Both look lovingly at each other. Angela nodded and took her daughter's hand.

After a good few pushes and a lot of pain, they heard the cries coming from a tiny, purple human being. The hospital didn't know that the baby had been given up for adoption, and one of the nurses put the baby in Jane's bare chest before taking the baby to an incubator. Angela took a picture with her camera. She knew Jane gave her baby up for adoption, but she thought that this was just a beautiful moment that needed a picture.

Jane woke up a little before her alarm went off; she felt a slight headache. She took a shower and started to get ready for the day. She was determined to talk to Maura about this whole deal.

She drove to BPD's headquarters, before going upstairs, she went to the café, "Hi, Ma" she said to her mother. "Hello, honey…Oh! You look like you had no sleep last night" she said, surprised because of the bags under her daughter's eyes. "Yeah, I didn't sleep very well, the neighbors had a party until midnight, and well, I didn't sleep much," she answered. Her mother prepared a coffee for her. "Thanks, Ma, see you" she said and walked to the elevators. When she arrived at the bullpen, both her partner and Korsak greeted her, and because they didn't have a case right now, they were finishing their belated paperwork.

After a few hours, she noticed it was almost break time; she stretched her muscles and cleared up her desk, she saw her phone, and she had a good few messages from Maura. She walked towards the elevators to go down to the morgue; she needed to talk to her.

"Hey, Jane, you wanna come with us to eat lunch?" Frost asked the brunette

"No, thanks…I-I need to talk to Maura," she simply said and walked into the elevator.

She stepped out of the elevator, hesitant to go to her girlfriend's office. She gathered all her courage and walked through the hall, she stopped at the door, again hesitating of going in. she sighed deeply and pushed the door. She looked at the blonde, who was sitting at her desk, looking at the brunette with a puzzled expression as she came into the office.

"I-I'm ready to talk" she said, fighting with the lump that was forming in her throat and the tears welling up in her eyes. Maura smiled slightly, and she looked at the detective with sparkling, loving eyes. "Come here" she said, hugging her love and taking her to the couch. "What do you want to know?" she said with a loving look on her face.