Prompt: can you write rizzles pregnant fluff? PPPLLEEEAAASSSEEEE?:DD
A/N: So a lovely anon asked for pregnant Rizzles fluff. Who could say no! Pregnant Rizzles fluff everywhere! Hope I did the prompt justice :) I even did my research on each trimester :)
Waking up early in the morning.
When Jane woke up, the first thing she registered was the fact that it was only just after six o'clock in the morning. The second thing was that Maura's side of the bed was empty. The third was the sound of retching coming from the bathroom.
In an instant, Jane was out of the bed and running towards the closed bathroom door, wearing only the boyshorts and white tank top she'd gone to sleep in. Pushing the door open, she found her wife bent over the toilet bowl, hair haphazardly pushed back with one hand while the other clutched the porcelain rim. She crossed the space in two strides, getting behind Maura and using her own hands to hold the golden locks back while Maura heaved again. Tenderly wrapping an arm around her lover's waist, Jane kissed the back of Maura's neck.
Maura finally leaned back against the detective, wiping her mouth with a tissue and grimacing.
"Why didn't you wake me up, sweetie?" Jane ran her fingers through those gorgeous honey-blonde curls, and brushing it away from the doctor's damp forehead.
"You were so peaceful," Maura rested her own hands on the one Jane had around her waist, rubbing it. "I didn't want to disturb you, and it was very sudden."
"Maura…" Jane knew her wife could hear her rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You're supposed to disturb me when this happens. You should wake me up so I can make you feel better. Urgh, why does morning sickness exist?"
"Well, morning sickness is generally believed to be a mechanism developed to aid both the foetus and the mother in fighting and ridding the body of toxins that could have been ingested by the body, or through pathogenic infection, due to the suppression of the woman's immune response during pregnancy."
The detective chuckled, planting another light kiss on Maura's neck. "Well the pregnancy sure doesn't suppress your brain."
Maura let out a shaky laugh at that. After a moment of silence, in which they simply enjoyed the comfort of the other's body, she spoke up again. "So, I'm supposed to wake you up whenever I get morning sickness?"
"Mhmm."
"Even if it's as early as six in the morning?"
"Even if it's at the butt crack of dawn."
Maura smiled. Thank you, Jane." But a moment later, that smile was gone, as she felt another wave of nausea hit her. She grabbed the basin with both hands, shifting to bend over it again, as she felt her wife move behind her to support her and rub her back.
Letting out a small sigh, Jane whispered soothing words as she rubbed small circles into Maura's back. She hated seeing her beloved in such a state, but as she nuzzled the spot between the doctor's shoulder and neck, she smiled. At least she'd always be there to make Maura feel better afterwards.
Getting up in the middle of the night.
Jane collapsed into the bed next to her wife, exhausted after the day's work. It had been a wild chase through what must have been half of Boston, in the car and on foot. The final foot chase had been very long and very tiring, and it had been a lucky chance that Jane had found the shortcut and tackled the perp to the ground, just like the pros did it.
She knew her muscles would be paying for it tomorrow, but it was worth it. Putting that bastard behind bars was always worth it, and the way Maura would look at her after a successful case, not to mention their personal celebration afterwards… it always put Jane in a good mood.
But now, it was late and she could feel the tiredness of her muscles already. Rolling over to spoon Maura as she always did, her hands found the slightly rounded belly and gently rubbed it. Jane breathed in the wonderful smell of her wife's hair, smiled, and drifted off to sleep.
She felt like she'd only slept an hour or so when she registered the gentle shake and lingering touches on her face.
"Jane? Jane…" Maura's voice was soft and sing-song as she tried to rouse her sleeping partner.
"Mmmf, M-Mauraaa?" Jane's utterance was enveloped by a yawn as she pulled herself away from the glorious realm of sleep, and opened her eyes.
She'd expected to see light edging around the curtains to show the lightening of the world outside. She'd expected to maybe hear the chirpings of morning birds, or the sound of a slowly waking neighbourhood. She'd expected the alarm clock to read a number anywhere from five to seven. She was not expecting to see the darkness of night still surrounding them, with only the silence of a sleeping neighbourhood, and a clock that read one o'clock in the morning.
"Maur, wha– why are you not sleeping right now?" She rubbed her eyes with a hand, and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see the glow of a light that must be from the kitchen through the door, and Maura standing over her with an apologetic smile which, even in her semi-unconscious state, Jane still thought was utterly adorable.
"I'm sorry, Jane. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I really, really want a grilled cheese sandwich, but that wouldn't be nutritious or healthy, and won't give any benefits to the developing baby and–"
"Uhuh, okay, too many words for one in the morning," Jane said, using a finger to stop the doctor from going on another one of her 'Google' escapades. "Just tell me what you want."
"Oh, thank you, Jane!" Maura beamed, hugging the still half-dead detective, and planting a kiss on her lips. "Could you go to the all-night convenience store and buy some of those organic wheat crackers?"
"That's your alternative?" Jane raised an eyebrow at her wife, sceptical.
Maura gave one of those shoulder shrugs. "It will be a much healthier option than a grilled cheese sandwich, and I can still put a healthy selection of cheese and other toppings on it to my liking."
Jane sighed. Mumbling grouchily, she blindly went to find her shirt and pants, and had to put on her pants twice when she realised she'd pulled them on back to front. Stumbling into the hallway as she tried to loop her belt correctly, she found Maura standing by the door, a look of worry and amusement on her beautiful face.
"Really, Jane, I think it's completely unnecessary that I should wake you when this happens. I can still drive you know, and with your level of exhaustion it wouldn't exactly be wise for you to go driving, even is the store is one block away."
The detective only shook her head in response. The first time this had happened, Jane had woken up at three in the morning to find the bed empty and no sign of Maura in the house. When she realised that the Prius was missing, she'd flown into a panic, calling Frost, Korsak, Frankie, Tommy and Ma, asking them all if they'd known where Maura was. Her phone was still on the bedside table, which had only made Jane more anxious as it meant she had no line to Maura.
Half an hour later, with everyone talking worriedly in the kitchen of their home, Maura had walked in bearing groceries and a look of surprise at the gathering. At the sight of her, Jane didn't know whether to laugh, cry or shout and ended up half-running to Maura, and taking her into her arms in a fierce embrace. After that, she made it clear that Maura was not to go out in the middle of the night like that again. Maura had been reluctant to agree, but finally conceded when she realised just how upset Jane had been.
The sleepy brunette knew Maura tried to do everything she could to curb her cravings, for everyone's sakes, but it was unavoidable. At least she wasn't waking Jane in the middle of the night to find her a specific brand of dried anchovies that can only be found in selected stores in Portsmouth or something.
Hopping into one boot, and then the other, she turned to give Maura a kiss as Maura held out the keys to her. The doctor still had a look of concern in her eyes as she watched Jane leave. Waving over her shoulder, Jane got into the car seat of her cruiser, and pulled out. The store better have those crackers.
Ten minutes later, Jane was back, holding a pack of crackers, fresh salmon, cheese, avocado, tomatoes, and other random foodstuffs she'd recalled Maura saying was healthy that could be used as topping. The blonde's eyes widened at the purchases in Jane's arms, quickly coming forward to take them and giving her detective a long slow kiss for the effort.
Jane dumped the purchases on the kitchen counter, and watched with a tired smile as Maura started sorting through the goods. Unbidden, her stomach gave a small growl. She was pretty hungry, as well as tired, and as she observed the concentrated look on Maura's face she decided to treat herself to a grilled cheese sandwich.
Settling Maura down at the dinner table, she returned to the kitchen, pulling out cheese, bread, and the rest of the stuff she'd need to make the snack. After a few minutes, the room was filled with the rich savoury smell of a perfectly made grilled cheese sandwich. Finishing up with the cooking, Jane dumped the frying pan into the sink, figuring she could deal with it in the morning. Taking a plate, she walked into the dining room where Maura was fiddling with the pack of "Mary's Organic Crackers".
Jane could feel Maura eyeing her sandwich. Looking up, she saw that the doctor was indeed staring at her plate. Raising an eyebrow, she held the plate out to Maura. "Hungry?"
The honey-blonde frowned at her, and turned back to the still unopened packet in her hands. Jane sighed, and put her plate back down, walking back to the kitchen. When she returned, her plate had migrated to the spot in front of Maura, who was taking a bite out of her tasty snack. When Maura spotted Jane smiling at her in the doorway, she blushed a little and looked down apologetically.
The tall brunette began to laugh, as she made her way back to her spot next to Maura, bearing another plate with a grilled cheese sandwich on it. When Maura saw it, she looked surprised and confused. Setting the plate down, Jane leaned over to kiss her beautiful, sandwich-stealing, cheese-craving wife.
"If there's one thing I know, if you're craving one of my delicious grilled cheese sandwiches, nothing else will work."
Maura hit Jane playfully on the arm, as she took another bite of the wonderfully cheesy snack. Swallowing it, she leaned over to place a kiss on her lover's cheek, where a crumb had stuck to her face. "I really shouldn't be eating this, Jane."
"Well then give it here," the detective reached a hand out to take it back, but Maura quickly moved it out of her reach. Jane chuckled. "Exactly."
And so they sat together at two in the morning, eating grilled cheese sandwiches, and Jane knew she'd be exhausted in the morning, but she wouldn't pass up the moment for anything in the world.
Dealing with the crazy hormones.
Jane's phone buzzed, and she quickly picked it up to see a new message from Maura.
Come down right now.
Jane frowned, worry starting to cloud her mind. The text was unusual short and terse, and worst case scenarios began play through the detective's mind as she quickly stood up from her desk and walking briskly towards the door.
Frost looked up surprised, and Korsak called out, "Where are you going?"
Jane held up her phone. "Maura needs me." And she was gone.
Korsak and Frost looked at each other.
The older detective suddenly chuckled. "Hey, how far is the Doc along?"
"Just hit the second tri, I think." Frost frowned, as his colleague laughed again. "What?"
"I think even Dr Isles can't escape the power of pregnancy hormones."
"Oh…" The young detective's face dawned in understanding, and they both sniggered.
By then Jane was striding out of the lift and doing her best not to flat out run to Maura's office. When she got there, she found the blinds down, and the door was closed. She knocked, but received no answer so she quickly pushed the door open to find a seemingly empty room. Taking three strides in, she looked from the desk to the couch, before hearing the door shut behind her, the sound of a lock clicking, and sound of heels across the floor. Before she could turn however, she felt two arms wrap around her waist, and Maura's body pressing against hers.
"Maura, wha–"
"Shhh," Maura moved a hand up to cover Jane's mouth as the other began to pull at the shirt she was wearing. "I haven't stopped thinking about you all day." Her voice was a seductive purr, as her hand slipped under the shirt that had somehow become unbuttoned to stroke the defined abdominal muscles.
Jane felt herself tensing at the touch, a shudder going through her body as she felt Maura's hands trace patterns on her skin. But she swallowed and managed to speak into Maura's hands. "Mawra, wha are yoo doin?"
The feel of Maura's breath at her neck, the feather light kisses, was making the detective a little weak in the knees. She felt the doctor push a little closer, leaning up to whisper into her ear. "I want you."
A flood of arousal ran through Jane's body, and she swallowed, her mouth dry. Maura's hands were now both playing with Jane's belt. "Uh… I thought you were against doing this kinda stuff in a workplace?"
Maura suddenly grabbed Jane by the shoulders, turning her around and beginning to walk her towards the couch. Jane walked backwards slowly, as she took in the darkened eyes and the flush of Maura's cheeks. The back of her legs hit the couch, and Maura pushed her, sending her down on the couch. In a blink of an eye, the honey-blonde was straddling Jane, hands tangled in her hair as she kissed the detective passionately. In between each one, she breathily explained. "Mmmm, it's… these hormones… mmmm, they make me… very aroused… and… it's… oh… it's very… distracting… I thought it might be a good idea to… do something about it."
By this stage, Jane decided that it was perfectly fine with her. She couldn't say she hadn't dreamed of taking Maura at work. And right now, in this position, with Maura basically trying to tear her shirt off while grinding against her, Jane was not about to say no.
Shirts were thrown onto the floor, hands roaming, as they kissed passionately. Maura's hands were wrapped in Jane's long dark locks again, and Jane's were wrapped around the doctor's bare midriff as their tongues began to explore each other's mouths, eliciting moans from both sides.
And then there was a knock at the door.
Jane let out a disgruntled grumble, as she pulled back to glance at the locked door. She turned back in alarm when she heard a sniffle. Looking up, she saw Maura was sniffing and instantly reached up to cup her face. "Maur. Maur! Are you alright?"
"Mhmm," Maura nodded, even as she sniffed.
The detective looked at her, concerned. "Are you crying?"
"Yes, because I really wanted to have sex with you, and now I can't because someone probably needs me, and that makes me mad and when I'm mad I start to cry, because of these crazy hormones."
Another knock sounded from outside, and a voice filtered in too. "Dr Isles? Dr Isles, are you there?"
"Susie?" Jane called out, as Maura continued to sob.
"Oh, detective! The test results are in, and is Dr Isles in there as well? She's needed for a consult."
By then, Maura had climbed off of Jane and grabbed her shirt, pulling it on and straightening out the crinkles as best she could. Jane simply watched with wide eyes, as Maura checked her appearance, before coming over to give her shirt and a long lingering kiss. Then she turned around and stalked to the door, unlocking it and opening it dramatically, then grabbing the folder from the bewildered criminalist and storming down the hallway with poise and elegance, as only Maura could.
Jane managed to throw on her own shirt before Susie turned to look at her questioningly. She gave a shrug in response, and Susie turned to follow her superior down the hall.
Brushing a hand down the front of her shirt, she managed to calm her raging libido. Then with a smirk, she got up and began to make her way back up to the Homicide Unit. As she tugged her shirt straight she mumbled to herself. "I like the crazy hormones."
Dealing with the mood swings.
Jane yawned as she looked for the keys to the front door, fishing through her pockets for them. Frowning, she tried her blazer pockets, her pants pockets, pants back pockets, before finally locating them in the inside pocket of her blazer. She unlocked the door, and quietly entered the house, in case Maura was asleep.
Then the hurricane hit.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?"
Jane didn't startle easy, but she jumped about a foot into the air at the outburst, and whipped around in shock to see a very pregnant Maura Isles glaring at her furiously.
"WELL?" The shorter woman took a step towards the detective. Jane hastily took a step back, holding her hands up in a placating manner.
"Whoa, Maura, I was at work."
"IT'S SIX THIRTY."
"Maur, Maur, you know sometimes we finish up late, it's the case we're working at the moment–"
"It's her, isn't it?"
Jane's jaw dropped. She had no idea who Maura meant, but she knew immediately what she was insinuating, and was completely shocked. Dr Maura Dorothea Isles was the one and only woman in Jane's life. She was everything; beautiful, brilliant, wonderful. The love of Jane's life. And the accusation hurt.
"Who?"
"Don't act like you don't know exactly who I mean, Jane Clementine Rizzoli! You're a detective, I'm sure you can work it out!"
"Wha–" Jane's eyes widened. "Are you talking about Julie?"
"See! You even refer to her by her first name!"
Jane had to try very hard not to roll her eyes, knowing it wouldn't help matters here. With the progression of Maura's pregnancy, she'd become a lot more emotional, and she was currently on leave as well, which, Jane noticed, certainly made her job feel much more like a chore than what she truly enjoyed doing. It was a mark of just how much Maura meant to her.
"Maura, she's just a colleague. It's just because this case involves narcotics, so we need to work with the department. There is absolutely nothing going on between us! I don't even talk to her!"
The doctor turned away, and Jane knew she was hiding tears.
"Hey. Hey! Don't cry, Maura." She reached out with a hand, but the minute she touched the blonde, she whipped around.
"Don't touch me!"
The lanky brunette could only sigh as she watched her hormone-driven, emotional wife stomp off towards the kitchen, tears gone and anger back.
After a moment of deliberation in the hallway, she decided that Maura needed some time to cool down. So she headed towards the living room, settling on the couch and staring at a blank TV screen. Her hands rubbed against each other as she listened for movement in the kitchen. Nothing. Sighing again, Jane decided that the silence was too much, and turned the TV on. The screen came to life, and it was some big action blockbuster. Jane had wanted to watch it since forever, but never had the time. But she changed the channel, searching until she found the science channel, which currently had a documentary talking about a new breakthrough that could speed up recoveries from common diseases. Settling against the cushions, Jane listened to the voice, and felt her eyelids begin to grow heavy.
She registered the dipping of the couch beside her in her semi-conscious state, sleep still curled around the edges of her mind. A hand brushed at her brow and she soon realised they were gently playing with her hair. Finally, she opened her eyes to see Maura watching the documentary with a small smile as her fingers gently stroked her brow.
Jane decided that Maura looked absolutely and completely enchanting at that moment, with that gentle smile and the healthy pregnant glow about her. The light from the TV played across her face, and Jane just wanted to reach up and kiss her. But then she remembered the earlier outburst, and changed her mind. Taking it slow would be a better idea.
"Am I forgiven?"
Maura gave a slight start, her fingers stilling on Jane's forehead as she turned to look down into dark earnest eyes.
Silence filled the air for all of a minute before she burst into tears.
Oh no, not again. Jane sat up quickly, reaching a hand out instinctively to cup Maura's cheek and brushing the tears away with a thumb.
"Maura, Maura, please don't cry. I'm sorry if I did anything to upset you, okay? Don't cry, please don't, you're beautiful, and I'm sorry."
The doctor shook her head, crying even harder, and then she threw her arms around a very surprised Jane, hugging her and sobbing into her neck.
"Oh, Jane, Jane, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean the things I said earlier, I don't know what came over me, can you forgive me?"
Jane was shocked for the second time that night, but quickly recovered and wrapped her arms around her wife, kissing the top of her head.
"Maura, don't cry, you don't have to apologise, I know it's because of the pregnancy hormones. You're not yourself at the moment, it's okay!" She rubbed Maura's back soothingly, kissing her hair and holding her close.
Maura cuddled closed to her wife, sniffling. "So you still love me?"
"Oh god, do you even have to ask? Of course I love you. I'll always love you, forever and longer. You're the love of my life, Maura Dorothea Rizzoli-Isles. You are my beautiful wife, and carrying our beautiful daughter. I love you, don't you ever doubt that."
She felt the blonde relaxing a little more, and smiled into her hair. They stayed like that for a while, until Maura's breathing had evened out again, and she sat up. Hazel eyes looked searchingly into dark brown, and after a moment, Maura smiled, looking embarrassed.
"I'm such an emotional mess, aren't I?"
Jane laughed. "A little bit."
Maura huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Pregnancy really does cause the hormones to go rampant. The mood swings are a result of–"
"Those neurosipiters or whatever you call them, I know."
"Neurotransmitters, Jane!" Maura laughed a little, before reaching out to stroke the brunette's cheek. "How do you put up with me?"
Jane looked into those beautiful eyes, before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to lips that were still tainted with the salt of tears.
"I'm just that amazing." She chuckled at the slight frown Maura wore. "And because I love you."
A soft sigh fell from Maura's lips, her eyes bright and loving as she held Jane's face in her hands. "I am so lucky to have you. Thank you for putting up with me."
Jane wrapped an arm around Maura's waist, the other resting lightly on her round belly. "Always."
Putting up with Pike.
Jane had been through the late nights and early mornings, she'd become Maura's emotional anchor, scapegoat and booty call, she'd been through eight of the nine month journey, but it was now that Jane decided she really deserved a medal for patience.
Dr Pike was going to make her strangle someone. Him.
Finally having enough of the old man's rambling about his own prowess or completely irrelevant facts, Jane turned to leave. At least Pike didn't say anything about Maura. He made the mistake when he came back to replace Maura while she was on pregnancy leave, and Jane had very quickly put him in his place.
Huffing, she made her way to where Frost was, bending over a patch on the ground. As she walked, she pulled out her cell, and started a new message with Maura.
I am trying so hard not to hit this guy
Two seconds later, the phone buzzed with the reply.
Jane, be nice. You've been so patient.
The brunette rolled her eyes.
Yeah, and it's killing me
She could almost hear the doctor laughing on the other end. That thought made her own face lighten up. The response made her smile even wider.
Oh that's no good. Who would I cuddle with when I'm feeling cold and lonely?
Are you feeling cold and lonely?
Oh yes, detective. Very cold and lonely ;)
Jane's jaw dropped as she read the last text, and Frost had to shake her to get her attention.
"What's got you so out of it?"
"Huh?" Jane looked up to see her partner grinning at her a little too knowingly, and she quickly whipped the phone out of sight. "N-nothing! What's up?"
Frost's face sobered, as they turned back to the case. But Jane was in a good mood again, and they continued working on the case diligently. But the good humour was gone by midday, with the autopsy.
It was seven by the time Jane made it back to their home, and she decided that she just really needed to just curl up with Maura on the couch and talk to the baby and feel it kicking. She fumbled with the keys, but before she could put it in the lock, the door opened to reveal a very sympathetic looking Maura standing there. The pregnant doctor had been privy to every frustrated thought Jane had that day regarding her temporary replacement. It had been a particularly bad day, and Maura opened her arms for Jane, pulling her close and giving her a kiss.
Jane pulled back and bent down to give Maura's belly a kiss too, rubbing it gently and smiling at the kick the baby gave.
"Oh, that was a big one. How are you doing munchkin? Didn't give your Mommy a rough day did you?"
"No, our baby decided to be nice today." Maura smiled down adoringly at the detective. "Did Pike give you a rough one?"
"Urgh," Jane moaned, standing back up and rubbing her eyes. "He was so bad! He messed up the bullet extraction and destroyed our chance at the evidence that might've closed the case, and all the while he kept going on about some stupid machine he'd patented that would 'make current technologies obsolete'. He's obsolete!"
"Oh, my poor baby," Maura cooed, taking Jane's arm with one hand and resting the other on her stomach as she led her wife towards the living room.
Jane's eyes widened as she saw the fireplace was lit, and a few candles rested on various surfaces around the room. The TV was on, with a nice romantic movie on – only Maura knew and saw the romantic side of the tough detective – and the coffee table was laden with what looked like her mother's cooking. Gnocchi and garlic bread and even a cold beer for Jane, and water for Maura.
"Did you…?"
"You've done so much for me, Jane. And you sounded like you were having such a bad day, so I wanted to do something for you, just for once, because I haven't in so long due to the pregnancy. Angela came by, and she insisted on cooking for the two of us, and I thought we could just enjoy a quiet evening together, before the baby gets here."
"God, you are the most amazing woman on the planet, Maura." Jane snuggled up next to her wonderful wife, and kissed her. She rested a hand on the round belly. "You've got the most amazing Mommy in the world, kiddo."
And they spent the night like that, in each other's arms, feeding each other and enjoying the company and comfort they gave each other. As the credits rolled at the end of the film, Jane turned to look down at the beautiful woman she was lucky enough to call her own. Maura had fallen asleep near the end, the pregnancy making her tire easily. She was leaning against Jane, their hands intertwined and resting on the baby bump, her head on Jane's shoulder.
In the silence of their living room, Jane watched the flames in the fireplace. And in that flickering orange and yellow, she saw their future. Their child running across the yard, with Jo following close behind. A toddler sitting on Bass's shell. And her and Maura, hand in hand, watching their children, their family. Uncle Frankie and Uncle Tommy walking in through the front door, the Grandma Rizzoli through the back. Korsak and Frost dropping by…
The future was beautiful. I guess I can deal with Pike for a little longer.
Realising just how it was all worth it.
Jane held Maura's hand, or Maura held Jane's. It was hard to tell, they were squeezing each other's hands so tightly, but neither even though of letting go. The midwives and the doctors were all encouraging Maura, talking her through it.
"Deep breaths, Maura, deep breaths." A friendly redheaded nurse spoke reassuringly. "It'll be okay, just remember deep breaths."
Jane found herself listening as well, breathing deeply as well, as if she couldn't take in enough air. She certainly felt a little dizzy, and Maura's hand was a vice grip on her own. With every breath Maura took, she took one too, and she kissed the back of Maura's hand.
"Alright, Maura, when I ask you to push, you push, alright?" The doctor, gave an encouraging smile, as she looked up at the soon-to-be parents. "Okay… push!"
Jane could see the strain on Maura's face, and grasped her hand with both her own. "It's okay, Maura, you got this, you got this. Breathe, Maura. Deep breaths."
Maura's forehead was sweaty, her usually neat golden locks a mess and plastered to her brow. But she turned at the sound of her wife's voice, looking into those dark soulful eyes, filled with excitement, nervousness, earnestness, and love.
"Deep breaths, Maura, and push!" The nurse had her other hand, and Maura clung with a death grip. They continued in the cycle.
"Breathe."
"Push!"
"Breathe. You're okay."
"Push! That's it!"
"You can do this! Deep breaths."
And suddenly it was over.
And Jane's heart must've stopped beating for a second, as she saw their baby for the first time. She's beautiful. After the doctor had wrapped the baby carefully in a soft, clean, white blanket, she handed the little girl to Maura, resting it in the tired woman's arms.
Maura looked exhausted, but she was smiling so widely, and tears were running down her face as she looked down at their new little girl. "Hello, Abby." Her voice was a hoarse whisper, but the baby seemed to shift at the sound of her name. They'd agreed on the name Abigail a while ago. Abigail Rizzoli-Isles.
Maura gently rocked the baby for a few more minutes, before she looked up with tear-filled eyes at Jane. She understood. Maura was holding the baby out for her to hold. And Jane experienced a new kind of terror as she carefully reached out for the tiny bundle. Her heart was in her throat as she lifted the little baby and cradled it in her arms. She gently swayed a little, smiling at the light blonde tuft of hair and the chubby little face. Lifting a finger, she gently shifted the cloth away from Abby's face, and then it happened. Abigail's tiny little fist opened, and when Jane moved her finger, those tiny little fingers closed again, and held on.
A mixture of a sob and a laugh escaped from Maura's mouth, but Jane had eyes only for their newborn daughter. "Hey there, munchkin," she whispered. "I'm your Mama." And it was as if the little girl understood, because Jane was sure those tiny fingers squeezed her hand, and then the baby opened her eyes.
They were Maura's eyes.
And that was the moment. Jane felt tears stream down her face, as she stared into beautiful hazel eyes, the very same ones that she'd looked into every day. Her Mommy's eyes. That was the moment Jane truly understood just how it was all worth it. Every single moment, every single second. She looked up into identical shining eyes, and leaned down to kiss Maura.
Sitting down on the bed beside her tired, beautiful, glorious wife, with their child in her arms, Jane Rizzoli finally realised what it felt like to be on top of the world. As Maura leaned against her, she said the only three words that mattered. They were a prayer, a thank you, a promise, a truth. They didn't need to be said at all. It was impossible not to.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
