Disclaimer: I made my stand.

Jane moved the grocery bags from his other arm to the one that was holding Lily and searched for his keys in his pocket. As soon as he found them, he entered the house, sat the bags on the table, and put the kids to sleep soon afterwards. He got a bucket and filled it with water and went to the bag to get the cleaning solution he had bought earlier. After he found the scrubber, he went upstairs to their bedroom.

Lisbon sat her gym bag down and went to check on the kids. Although she was exhausted, she felt energized as well. Since she had taken up working out regularly, she had more energy and, therefore, was more alert.

The kids were peacefully resting and she went over and gave them kisses on their forehead. God, she couldn't imagine life without them. They were what kept her sane these days, besides Jane of course.

After she closed the door she called out for Jane.

"Yeah," He replied back.

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the room," He shot back as he heard her footsteps approaching.

Lisbon walked into their room and saw Jane scrubbing the wall; Red John's signature to be exact. A lump had formed in her throat.

As tears welled up in her eyes Lisbon spoke, "Jane, what are you doing?"

"I think it is about time I sold this place, don't you think?" They both knew that Jane didn't do anything unless he wanted to and when he was ready to. Lisbon looked for his wedding band and saw that it wasn't there. Jane grabbed a chain around his neck and showed it to Lisbon.

"Yeah, I agree," Jane held up an extra scrub brush for Lisbon.

"Jane, what are you doing?" Lisbon asked as watched Jane take planks of wood out of boxes. They had just moved into their new house and Jane said the house was missing something.

"One guess," He said cryptically as he went over to Lisbon and planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth before rubbing her stomach.

"No, I'm not guessing," She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out when she agreed to have another child. Forty-three wasn't the oldest age for a woman to have child, but she wasn't all that comfortable with the idea. She would at least to feel a little youthful when her kids got older, instead of, hitting sixty when he last child became a legal adult.

Jane being Jane, gave her one hell of a convincing argument as to why they should have another child and she went along with it, of course. It puzzled her as to why she always went along with his insane ideas. Lisbon also suspected it had something to do with Lily being Red John's biological daughter, Nathaniel being Shane's biological son, and he had no one to carry on his bloodline. Yes, he felt close to his adopted children and even considered them to be his own¸ but since he could still establish a concrete bloodline, he wanted to. So, Lisbon decided to give Jane a child as a token of her love.

"Why not," Jane asked as he took the planks onto the porch.

"Because I don't want to," Lisbon replied as she played with her wedding band. Jane gave her a look that indicating he was going to continue with his game, until she gave in. "Fine, a tree house."

"No, but that's not a bad idea though," Jane looked at her as if that most brilliant idea he's ever heard or, second, because he believed his original idea was the best.

"You're going to build one, aren't you?" Jane shook his head yes.

Lisbon smiled at him as she sat on the wooden swing chair. They bought a house with a wraparound porch. The kitchen was enormous and the living room was lovely. Just about everything was perfect—she couldn't understand what Jane thought was missing. The wall going up the stairs was decorated with past and present photos. It had pictures of Jane's previous wife and child along with Lisbon's fiancée and husband. Then there were pictures of them placed along the wall as well. It was important to Jane that they didn't forget.

If someone had asked her if she could, would she choose another path? Her answer would be no. She was in a loving and committed marriage with wonderful kids. Although they faced numerous roadblocks to get where they are now, they still got there. So in the end, she did get her happily ever after, after all. No, life wasn't perfect—far from it, but overall, Lisbon was happy. And Jane said that she wouldn't get her…

Jane looked up and smiled at her; she got it. "I'm building our picket fence."

THE END

AN: This took me a month to write more or less. Originally, this was supposed to be a one shot, but the story decided to morph into something else. I came to the decision to experiment with this story because I'm tired of reading the same thing, and even if you think you understand what I mean, you don't. Whether or not you, reviewers and readers, feel this story is uncharacteristic, that is your opinion and I respect it, but as I said, this story is an experiment.

I, myself as a reader have seen many stories that I felt were very uncharacteristic, but people felt that the author's Lisbon/Jane was spot on. Suffice it to say, I disagree. So, I guess writing characters is also a thing or interpretation and perception.

The story was split into multiple chapters, so it wouldn't be one very long one shot. On my Microsoft word, there are 21 pages as I currently write this, so that was what led me to break the story up.

I really hope you all have enjoyed this story and, if not, tell me why. As I stated earlier, constructive criticism is welcomed. Not flames or anything negative. I understand if you do not like the story, but do not post anything unnecessary. I wouldn't want you to waste your time or mine.

I'm tired of Lisbon being a "victim" or unrequited love. I just want her to go out there and grab life by the balls. I don't want her to start dating someone because Jane flirted with her, and then break up with the person. I want her to live and be happy.

That's my two cents for now…