Sitting at her desk Jane hears the familiar clicking of heels, albeit lower heels these days. Being more than 8 months pregnant has limited her partner's shoe choices, much to her chagrin.

These days Maura is increasingly annoyed by the lack of 'fashionable low heels'. And Jane knows cranky pregnant Maura is no fun.

Admittedly Maura has actually been pretty amazingly even keeled, a freak out here or there but even in-utero, Bennett Frank Rizzoli-Isles has been a good baby.

Jane smiles at the warm hand on her shoulder, smells her grapefruity perfume.

Maura kisses Jane's cheek, stands up, "Hey. Where are the guys?"

Jane finishes filling out the file on her desk, "What? Oh I guess they headed to lunch."

Jane turns to look at Maura's broad grin, her deep purple trench coat. Leaning forward to kiss Maura's belly briefly, "You look beautiful today."

Maura chuckles, kissing the top of Jane's head, "Are you sucking up? I promise to buy you lunch. Don't worry."

As if on cue, Jane's stomach rumbles. Closing the file on her desk, "Then I guess I'm ready." She says smiling widely at her partner.

"OK, we have one stop to make before food. Would that be alright?" Maura says.

"Whatever you say boss." Jane grabs her own pea coat and then Maura's hand as they head out talking of their day so far, the new autopsy, how Maura is feeling, if Jane had gotten all her paperwork done, shopping lists…

Before Jane knows it they are at "their" bench across the street in the park. Spring is just beginning to show itself, the snow is finally melting, and it had been in the fifties the last few days, sun shining. Maura drags Jane down to sit next to her on the bench.

"Maura, is everything OK? What's going on?" Worry lines etching her forehead, Jane asks.

Absently, Maura reaches up and uses her thumbs to smooth them out.

"Nothing bad, Jane. Good I hope."

Taking a big breath and beginning, "The thing is I had a dream, a very vivid dream, last weekend about us and Bennett and our life…" Maura is staring out ahead, her fingers tangling again with Jane's.

"Was it bad? Why didn't you tell me?" Jane can't help but interrupt softly.

Not paying attention to Jane, Maura continues "…and Bennett was born and he was so handsome, dark eyes and a shock of dark hair but…" Maura's voice lowers a bit a she continues, "They wouldn't let you in. They said you weren't his mom. We weren't married and they didn't believe me when I told them and I was alone and you were so hurt and…"

Maura finally turns to look at her beloved, she wipes Jane's tears first and then her own with her fingertips. Jane turns to take both of Maura's hands in her own, giving them a squeeze.

"And then what happened?" Jane asks quietly, her chest tight.

Maura leans in and leaves a small kiss on Jane's lips before continuing, "Well, it all worked out in the dream in the end. Your mom actually came in and put up a big stink and went right over the doctor's head and…"

They both laugh as some of the tension is relieved.

"But what I realized that I want to marry you before this baby is born. I want to be your wife. I want you to be mine, so…" Maura turns more, squeezing Jane's hands in hers, rubbing soothing circles on her palms.

Maura clears her throat, " Jane Angela Rizzoli, will you marry me, today, at the courthouse in a half hour, with our friends and family? Will you?" She reaches in her coat pocket and pulls out a matching engagement ring to hers –holds it towards Jane.

Jane's eyes are wide and teary, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

Maura can't help but laugh at her partner, watching the play of emotions flit across her face.

"I know this isn't the Gardner Museum and fancy dinner and that amazing dress like your proposal but…will you?"

Jane looks down at the ring and then up into Maura's smiling face, her eyes glistening with love and joy.

"This afternoon?"

Maura nods, "And I got us the rest of the weekend off too."

"Really? You'll marry me? Today?"

"Yes."

"What about the amazing dress and shoes and wine? I want you to have those things too."

"Jane." Maura reaches forward to take Jane's face in her hands. "We can renew our vows this summer. Dress. Shoes. Delicious wine. This is for us, our child, now."

"Yes." Jane whispers against Maura's lips.