Author Note: Thanks everyone, as always, you're amazing. With all of my stories! It's been a busier than usual week, lots of evening things going on.

I've been thinking for a while now about Maura's house and wish there was a floor plan for it. I can never quite figure out how many rooms there are. It looks like there's something on the other side of the front door, presuming that isn't just the staircase and a downstairs bathroom/toilet, part of me thinks the yoga room. But she probably converted a bedroom into the yoga room as there's a closet inside of it. She mentions a study, a yoga room, her own bedroom, and the spare room Jane stays in, and obviously she has the guest house. So complicated getting your head around it! If anyone has any useful information, it'd be great. I have a general idea in my head but would love a clearer one.

Jane crawled up the bed, her knees on either side of Maura's waist. She lowered herself down over her thighs and brushed her fingertips across her cheek. Maura moaned softly in her sleep, wriggling a little, before she opened her eyes. She stared up at Jane, her eyes wide for the briefest moment.

"What are you doing there?" Maura asked, reaching her hands out to Jane's growing bump. "You're glowing again."

"And you're fucking sexy," Jane said, her voice gruff with the lack of use. She leaned forward, capturing her lips and biting her skin. She trailed kisses along her neck, nibbling away. "Every. Single. Day."

"Just because you have had your sling removed, doesn't mean your shoulder is fully healed."

She scooped Maura's earlobe into her mouth and gnawed the skin. "It works enough."

"Somebody's excited," Maura said, raising an eyebrow. She laughed lightly, scratching her skin as Jane's teeth moved along it. "That tickles."

Jane sat backward against her thighs. She wrapped her arms around the bump and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. She pressed down on her breasts, massaging her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Reaching around her back, she unclipped it and let it fall away.

"I take it you've been having more dreams."

"Yes." Jane pushed herself against Maura, trailing her tongue along her shoulder. She tugged the fabric of her nightgown to one side. "You'd look better without that on."

Maura rested a hand on her hips and slipped down on the bed. She snaked her fingertips along Jane's back, until she could tangle them up in her hair.

"Every night for a week," Maura said, stealing a kiss, holding her head in place. Jane tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let go. "I just want to kiss you right now."

Complying, Jane rolled onto her side, pulling her toward her. She slid a leg along Maura's shin, her toes tickling the course hair ends growing back. She groaned into another kiss, her heart pounded with every movement of Maura's fingers across her nipple.

"Where'd you go?" Jane asked, her eyes closed. Maura's mouth found her breast and she let out another moan. Maura laughed, her lips moved across her chest. Pushing her hips up closer to Maura's thigh, Jane tucked a finger into the waistband of her pyjamas and slipped the pants down.

"Stop," Jane said, pushing Maura away. "The babies moved."

Maura reached a hand out to her stomach and wrapped her hands across it, Jane covered her fingers with her hand and moved them across to the location.

"Sorry, they stopped."

"Maybe next time." Maura pressed her lips to Jane's neck, nibbling her skin, her hand still wrapped around the bump.

Leaning back, Jane breathed out deeply, she groaned. Maura's hands wrapped around her thighs. Jane sat up, pushing Maura away. "Again."

"The babies?" Maura reached out.

"They've stopped."

"Good," Maura said, grinning. She lifted her nightgown off and dropped it onto the floor. She leaned close to Jane and trailed her fingertips across her bare shoulder. "I really need your help."

She gripped Jane's hand and pulled it down to her thigh. The babies moved again. Jane retrieved her hand and reached for her t-shirt. "I can't."

"What's wrong?"

"The babies."

"They're okay."

"I know." Jane sighed. "But they keep moving when you touch me and it's weird."

Maura exhaled loudly. "They don't know what's going on."

"How do you know?"

"I suppose I don't."

"Besides, we've got that appointment soon." Jane slipped her shirt over her head and pulled it down across her stomach. She moved off the edge of the bed and grabbed some clothes from a drawer.

Maura nodded, rolling onto her back, her eyes closed. She breathed in and out deeply, focusing on her breathing. She stood up and walked toward the en-suite. "I need a cold shower."

Smirking, Jane followed her, wrapping her arms around her waist. She nibbled her earlobe again. "Think of me while you're in there."

x

A coating of sweat covered Maura's hand as she clutched Jane's fingers. The plastic waiting room chair dug into her back. Genetic testing was one piece of modern medicine Maura applauded, but being at the receiving end of said tests was nerve wracking. She shifted her position for the sixth time and tried to focus on Jane's inane chatter beside her.

"Even if dogs had opposable thumbs, they wouldn't necessarily use them the way we do. Their toes aren't as flexible as our fingers are"

"But they'd have evolved differently," said Jane. "Their toes could have changed, too."

"It's entirely possible," Maura said. "But they'd perhaps be very different animals."

"What if they started walking on two legs? Could they become human?"

"No." Maura sighed. The topic of conversation was not one she favoured at that particular moment, though it distracted her, and for that she was grateful. "Human evolution is linked to the evolution of other primates. Whereas dogs descend from Canis lupus, thus their origins are canid not primate."

"So, Jo Friday would never be able to talk, or throw her own sticks?"

Maura smirked. "No, Jane. That's certainly not how evolution works. Even if Canis familiaris evolved as bipeds, Jo Friday wouldn't change. It would take millions of years for evolution to develop that level of change."

A woman exited a door on their right, a chart in hand. She glanced around at the small number of waiting patients. Maura followed her eyes until they landed on them.

"Jane Rizzoli, Doctor Spruce is ready for you."

Jane stood, tugging Maura up beside her. She let go. Maura's nerves grew exponentially. She breathed in slowly. On the exhale, Jane stared at her, expectation spread across her face.

"That's us," Maura said, despite its lack of necessity.

Sitting down beside Jane, Maura reached for her hand, again. She knew the statistics, she knew the odds of becoming parents to children with additional needs were higher given Jane's age, despite still remaining very low. She knew the blessing, and challenge, of a child with Downs Syndrome; she understood the chance of survival of a child with Edwards' or Patau' Syndrome was low. Despite knowing the facts, she couldn't fully settle.

"I might as well jump straight in," Doctor Spruce said. "I can see no evidence to suggest you're carrying a child with chromosomal abnormalities, in fact, all tests have come back clear."

Maura sat upright, her fingers tightened around Jane's. "Both of them?"

"Yes. Both of them."

She smiled, then breathed out a sigh of relief. Jane's eyes glistened. Maura cupped her other hand around Jane's. She leaned against her shoulder.

"They're okay," she said, rubbing the back of her hand.

"I see you also wanted to find out the sex of the babies."

"Yeah," Jane said.

"They're both girls."

Jane's eyes curved downwards, her mouth upward. Maura bit down on her bottom lip. Brown on hazel, hazel on brown, they stared at each other for a while.

"We're having girls," Jane said, after a moments silence. "Two little girls."

"We are," Maura said, cupping her cheeks. She leaned toward her and kissed her lips, her cheeks ached from grinning. "Two little girls."

"I don't know anything about girls." Jane frowned, her eyes darted back and forth. "How am I gonna bring up girls when I'm not very good at being a girl?"

Maura lifted her hand up to her chest. "It's okay. Girls don't have to fit a box, you didn't. It's not all makeup and dresses."

"No, I guess not."

x

"There's too much choice," Jane said, running a hand along the edge of a row of clothing. "Or there would be if it wasn't all pink."

Maura held her hand out. "Give me the basket."

"I'm perfectly capable of carrying it," said Jane, lowering it at her shoulder.

"Your shoulder is still in recovery, you're not."

Groaning, she handed it over. "Yeah, okay."

"This one isn't pink," Maura said, taking a body suit off the rack. "It's yellow and has a daisy on the front."

Jane stuck her tongue out and made a gagging sound. "They're all so…girly."

Maura tilted her head. "Unfortunately clothes manufacturers haven't caught up with modern ideas about the world."

She wandered across to the other side of the aisle and picked up a pair of dungarees with a tractor on the front. "These are cute! Why are all the cute clothes for boys?"

"You do know," Maura said, taking the dungarees off of her. "Clothes aren't really assigned to a gender, don't you?"

"Sure." Jane pouted. "But everyone would look at our girls dressed in tractor dungarees and think they're boys."

"That's their issue," Maura said, placing the dungarees into their basket. "Up until they really hit puberty, children are practically the same, boy or girl."

"Boys clothes it is." Jane picked up another one. "We need two."

"No, we don't."

"But they're twins."

"Who are going to be able to wear the same clothes," Maura said. "Why buy two of everything when we can dress one in the dungarees today and the other in them tomorrow?"

"Good point, and what we save on money we can spend on a Red Sox season pass for Mama Rizzoli."

"Since when did Angela like going to baseball?"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Me. I'm gonna need some time off every now and again."

"As long as you don't expect to go to every game."

"Nah," she said. "Only home games, and even then I won't go to every one."

"Can I still go to my Medical Examiners conference?"

"The death party?" Jane frowned. "Sure, if you want."

"Thank you."

"You can go to six of them if you wanted."

"There's only one that I like to attend annually." Maura paused. "Though there is one coming up in Oxford that I'd be interested in attending."

"Oxford…Massachusetts?"

"England."

"You want to go all the way to England without us?"

"You can come too."

"Nah, I'll pass." Jane sighed. "It's a long way to go. When is it?"

"It's not until next year."

"Okay."

She picked up a couple of plain baby grows and tossed them into the basket. She searched the racks. A moment later, she squealed and picked up two baby grows. "This we need two of."

Stepping forward, Maura took one of the outfits. "I agree, though I'm surprised you do. I thought you'd prefer Tiny Footballer, or Tiny Baseballer to Tiny Scientist."

"Are you kidding?" Jane placed the outfit on top of the others in the basket. "Football is not a sport I want our girls to play, even if they ever did take women's football more seriously. I'd rather they be geeks."

"You would?"

"Yeah." Jane shrugged. "They're getting my genes, poor kids, they might as well get your brains."

Wrapping her arms around Jane, Maura leaned in close. Jane sighed, trailing her finger down the side of Maura's face. "They could always be Tiny Scientists who love the Red Sox."

Jane twitched her nose. "I dunno."

"You don't?" Maura raised an eyebrow and stepped back, her arms still resting on Jane's hips.

"I want them to love baseball as much as I do, but I don't wanna force it on them. Unless they become Yankees fans, then they're grounded."

She untangled herself from Maura's arms and returned to the 'girls' clothes. She picked up a couple of dresses. "I suppose these aren't terrible."

"Even though they're dresses?"

"What?" Jane asked. "I can buy my girls dresses. What if you broke your leg and couldn't leave the house for a month? Who's gonna make sure they get to wear different kinds of clothes?"

"I could still leave the house," Maura said. "A broken leg doesn't have to housebound someone."

"You know what I mean." She held them up. "What do you think?"

"They're the least pink pink dresses I've ever seen."

She tossed them into the basket with the other clothes. "Thank you."

x

"Everything okay?" Maura asked, as Jane placed her cellphone on the kitchen counter beside the shopping bags.

"The alarm went off at my apartment again."

Maura frowned. "That's the third time this week. Did the Super say why?"

"He doesn't know."

Placing two mugs of coffee down beside Jane, Maura perched on one of the stools. She poured milk into one of the mugs and passed the other across to Jane. "Your apartment has been empty a lot lately."

Jane shrugged, then winced. "With my shoulder it made sense staying here."

"I knew you were doing too much." She reached across her back, slipped her hand under her shirt and spread her fingers over her skin, massaging it lightly. "You're not invincible, especially not after your injury."

"I feel fine, mostly."

"Clearly you don't," Maura said. "The injury will take several more weeks to fully heal, and even then shoulder dislocations can be repeated. This isn't something you can brush aside now your sling is gone."

She rolled her shoulder back, her palm pressed against the front. She groaned with every painful movement. "I know. I guess I forgot."

Maura stood up and walked around to her other side. She molded her fingers into her skin, pushing it and pulling it about methodically. "It's time we looked after you. Perhaps we revisit the idea of you moving in here."

Sipping her coffee, Jane leaned forward. She sighed, her lips curved at the edges. "How I've missed you."

"Savour it, because I won't be making you one several times a day." Maura rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"

"I think I already live here," Jane said.

"Except that you still have to deal with maintenance issues, and you're still paying for, your apartment."

"I know." Jane leaned against the counter, her forehead cool against the marble top. "But that involves packing, and trying to find someone to buy it, then moving everything out."

"You certainly won't be moving any furniture."

"But that's the best part," Jane said, whining. Maura raised an eyebrow. "That's literally the only good thing about hurting my shoulder."

"There is another option." Maura sat back down and sipped her coffee. "It would mean leaving your furniture where it is, though we may want to purchase a new mattress."

"What's wrong with my old one?"

"I'm not sure Cailin would want to sleep on a five-year-old mattress that's molded to the shape of your body. Besides, it's recommended that mattresses are replaced at least every eight years."

"Still got three good years left."

"That may be so, but I'd rather Cailin have a new one."

"You've said Cailin twice now, is she moving into the apartment?"

"Yes," she said. "I don't know why I didn't consider it sooner. We could turn the study or yoga room into the nursery, or move Cailin into my yoga room, but it would require some significant adjustments to our current living arrangements. Besides, it's hard enough getting enough sleep with one infant in the house, let alone two."

"She doesn't know about it then?"

"Not yet. I thought it'd be best to run it by you first, would it be okay?" Maura placed her mug down and covered Jane's hand. "I know how much you loved your home."

"I guess." She circled her hand across her abdomen, smiling. "It was important for a while. Now there's more important things."

"Even if it means getting rid of your old couch?"

"It was a perfectly good couch."

"I know." She gripped the back of Jane's stool and placed her palm across her stomach. "I know it's a lot to ask."

"It's not a lot," she said, shrugging. "I guess I'll just have to get used to it. I'd rather be here with you and our daughters."

She finished drinking her coffee. Silence fell between them. Maura contemplated, quietly, her home. Their home. Aside from Angela using the guest house, she'd not shared with somebody in a long time. She'd had house guests, but they were usually temporary, and always tread around on egg shells. It was the first time she felt like she was surrounded by family, and that they didn't feel uncomfortable being there.

"There is one other alternative," Jane said.

Maura's eyebrows knitted together. "Which is?"

"We offer my mother the apartment, and Cailin move into the guest house."

"That's an option." Maura raised her eyebrows. "It would allow Cailin and I to continue bonding, without having to travel across town."

"But Ma would probably be pissed because she'll want to be here to help out."

Maura pushed her stool back and turned to Jane. "How about we suggest Angela remain in the guest house until the twins are two months old, so that we have her assistance during the adjustment period? They'll be sleeping in our room, so Cailin could stay in her current room, or she could temporarily move into the apartment. Then when the twins are a little older, Angela could move out and Cailin live in the guest house."

"You think Ma would buy that?"

"Why wouldn't she?"

"She's gonna be like one of those new drone thingys, just hovering around."

"It's entirely possible that Angela will recognise our need for space, and will be happy with this idea."

"What if Cailin would rather just move into the apartment?"

"Then Angela can remain in the guesthouse indefinitely."

"Right."

"Would that be okay with you?"

"I dunno."

"I suppose the most important thing we can do now is let them know how we both feel, and try to resolve this between the four of us, amicably."

"Okay." Jane's bottom lip protruded. "Is it wrong of me to want Ma to go?"

"I don't think so," Maura said. "She knows you love her and she may wish to be around for the children, but you're an adult and we're building a family. I think it's important we have our space to do so."

"I don't want her here long term. I know that sounds harsh but it's how I feel."

"Then we'll make arrangements for Angela to leave," Maura said, cupping her hand. "Even if I have to purchase another apartment so that her and Cailin have somewhere to go."