Sorry about the wait - holidays have started :) - just a short one, bridging towards something bigger

Meredith woke to Callie snuggled into her chest, a rarity considering she didn't have much of one, but a comfort in knowing that her wife tended to appreciate the slight cushioning when sleeping.

On top of their snuggling position, Callie's slight bump, rested against her side and her voluptuous thighs draped across her body, trapping her in the bed. Meredith didn't want to move as she wanted to enjoy their closeness. It had been a while between these moments, the pregnancy not assisting with this at all.

Allowing her fingers to slowly trail down her fiancees back, Meredith let her eyes drift shut as she thought back over the previous night.

She had to admit that the evening had ended up going far better than she had anticipated. Her mother had been polite, her father was as pleasant as ever and it seemed that Callie was okay with her father handling the wedding plans as long as he respected the need for something small.

Meredith wasn't sure whether Callie would want to wear a flowing white gown for their nuptials, or whether she would prefer to wear something a little more masculine. Her fiancee, much like herself, was more of a pants person. Although, with the expanding of her womb, Meredith wondered whether this would change much.

Letting her mind wander from those thoughts, to her hand that had now come to rest on the small bump that had been forming, Meredith gently stroked her thumb over the skin, eliciting a sweet sigh from Callie. On noticing this, Meredith stopped her thumb from moving and just let her hand rest completely still, connecting herself with her partner and baby. She didn't want to wake Callie, earlier than necessary and on glancing over her fiancees shoulder and looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, she could see that they had at least another half an hour.

Meredith knew that she could stay in bed and just enjoy being able to be close with Callie and watch her sleep, or she could get up begin to get ready and hunt out some form of breakfast for them both. She wanted to assist Callie in getting ready for work and if that meant getting the food sorted and being ready first, then that would make things a touch easier, after all, they wouldn't always be going to work together and today they would be starting to navigate the hospital and take on their own cases.

Shifting to place a soft kiss on Callie's forehead, Meredith then detached herself from her fiancee and quietly made her way out of bed.

…. Heavy Heart… Heavy Heart…

Maura was distracted, she knew better than anyone else that in her position, she needed to be focused. She had a body on the slab and her wife was upstairs beginning to gather any information they could find on the victim. He was currently a John Doe and was a body that was fished out of the water down at the wharf.

It had been a while since they had received a call from down there and though she was hesitant to go, especially now that everyone knew her connection to Paddy, she accompanied her wife, not wanting to call Pike in instead.

If she was going to be honest, she would admit that calling in Pike would have most likely been the right call to make. However, she was determined to soldier through and do the best job that she could.

Maura knew that it would help if she could shrug off the niggling issue of the photo that was on her office desk, or the fact that she had opened google on her laptop as she had been preparing to search for Ellis Montgomery when the call had come in.

She still wasn't a hundred percent sure what she would do once she had the information that connected to her supposed biological mother. A part of her felt like she would be betraying her adopted mother Constance who had attempted to raise her. Especially with the fact that they had been developing their relationship further with the encouragement of Jane.

Maura was unsure what her mother would say if she presented her with the information that she had received, although she figured it wouldn't be much, as what she had wasn't much.

Letting out a sigh and attempting to shake her head from the turmoil swirling around it, Maura attempted to focus on the task at hand, the autopsy of John Doe.