I still don't own the show.

It had been a rough week. It was something Maura was willing to admit, but she was pretty sure that they had weathered the storm. In fact, she was sure that the storm was clearing and that her marriage was coming out into the sunshine on the happier side of things.

Over the course of the week, Maura had made a conscious effort to tell Jane something each day that she loved about her. Over the first two days, Jane had been hesitant to acknowledge her wife's words, even more so to respond. However, by the end of the week Jane began to respond, not in kind, but with a small thanks.

Maura had watched as her wife slowly withdrew from the blanket she had sought comfort in, and began to come out into the world. It had started with short walks on the beach together and advanced to meals at the local diner. It was small, but it had promise of things being repaired.

There had been no mention of the turmoil that had dragged them there, not at first. By the third day, Maura had completely apologised to Jane for not recognising her wife's attempts to protect her and keep her safe, while Jane responded by apologising for invading her privacy. There was no question over what would happen next with the information Jane had gathered.

It had taken 4 nights before Jane begun to share the main bedroom, and on the fifth night she actually let her wife hold her. Maura had been relieved to feel her wife back in reach. Each mini milestone, small conversation or stroll along the beach, was piecing them back together.

Maura knew that Jane still had questions; that she was still slightly guarded over everything that had happened building up to the break from work. Maura was more than willing to talk about those things. She was, but she was also willing to wait until it appeared that her wife would be ready to discuss them.

She needed to make a choice in regards to the information Jane had given her. Maura had read over it a number of times. She knew that her mother had married a Thatcher Grey also of Irish heritage. That the man was now the owner of a franchise of Hotels. He seemed to be very business minded, a polar opposite to what she had thought she knew of the great Ellis Grey.

Ellis Grey was someone Maura still needed to process. The husband was not a bother, the reports she had read told her that he was a family man. Although she wasn't sure he would welcome her with open arms, she figured she might stand a chance if she did try to make contact.

Ellis on the other hand was well known in the medical world as a prominent surgeon. She was a trail blazer of her times, pioneering surgeries and burying herself in her work. Maura had to admire her work ethic, but the woman's reputation of being abrupt and quite firm with her colleagues and others around her, intimidated Maura. She wasn't exactly sure how this woman would react to her popping up and saying 'hey, I'm the baby you thought died.' It definitely wouldn't go down well.

Maura tried not to think about the daughter, Meredith Grey. She didn't have much on her, Jane had simply noted that the woman had recently returned to Seattle from Miami and that she worked at the same hospital as her mother. Maura wondered whether the woman was anything like her mother. Articles that appeared through google, told her that she had a strong reputation in her field and that she was currently working under Derek Shepherd, the countries leading neurosurgeon.

Maura figured raising the topic of her biological mother would be pulling off the bandaid to wounds that hadn't necessarily healed. That wasn't exactly something that she was ready to do. She also wasn't sure what to do with the information anyway. Did she want to meet her mother? Was there anything she could achieve from dredging up the woman's past?

Maura let out a sigh as she looked out across the ocean. She had been sat in the sand, watching the waves crash against the shore. The sun was shinning for the first time in the last two days, the clouds pulling back enough to allow it to slightly warm the Earth. Jane had gone for a run, something she had started to do to give herself some space, an old habit she had given up on when Hoyts attack had driven her to feeling insecure and vulnerable.

Maura's fingers circled the top of her empty coffee cup. Her mind caught on Jane and Hoyt. She never hated anyone more than she hated that man. That was one person who she didn't miss and definitely was glad that Jane had killed. He had taken the innocence and honeymoon period of their love away. The plans for a baby had been haltered based on the terror he had caused with her wife. Had they thought of having a child since then, Maura had, but Jane hadn't mentioned it again.

Feeling an ache within her, Maura tried to push the thought of the baby she had always wanted aside. She definitely wasn't going to be mentioning any possible baby right now. She wasn't going to use it as a pawn to help rebuild her marriage. If they grew stronger again, then sure, Maura hoped that they would be able to consider it. There would be nothing better than having a mini Jane running around their home.

On thinking about Jane, Maura saw her wife running back towards her along the beach. There was something about the way she moved that captivated Maura. Her eyes didn't leave her wife until the she dropped down on the sand beside her, turning her body to also look out at the ocean.

"Good run?" Maura asked her wife as she felt her wife lean across and press a kiss to her cheek. The small gesture filling her with hope.

"Great, even better with that sun." Jane had said honestly.

They sat in silence, comfortable to just watch the waves, Janes hand slowly moving to cover Maura's. The gesture allowing for constant contact.

Finally Maura turned from the ocean, coffee cup now sitting beside her. Her eyes moved over the lines of her wife's face before dropping to her lips. Not wanting to over step, but wanting to greet her wife properly, Maura moved to turn Janes head to face her and she leaned in and captured her wife's lips in a easy kiss. It wasn't one of passion, but something that she was sure now, that she would be doing ever day for the rest of her life.

"I'm glad" she told her wife once she pulled back. Smiling at her whole heartedly, before turning back to the waves.

It was only a few moments later, that she felt Jane shift closer. Her arm moving to wrap around her shoulders. Maura relaxed instantly. Yeah, she thought, we are coming out of the storm. Something that made her feel even better. Especially now in regards to the decision to get away from Boston.

Boston, she wasn't sure what things were going to be like once they returned home, but home was still a week away.