Jane sits in the waiting room, head in her hands, still wearing scrubs from helping her son be born. Sweet, sweet Bennett Frank Rizzoli-Isles.

But now Bennett is in maternity and Maura is in emergency surgery, something about bleeding and complications and she was rushed out of the delivery room.

Jane is lost. She can't see Bennett yet and she doesn't know where Maura is. Her sweet, sweet Maura. She can't seem to stop the tears seeping down her cheeks. She doesn't know what she would do if something happened to Maura, she is her whole life.

She doesn't know how much time has passed, she can't stop the tears. She hears the doors swing open and feels a hand on her shoulder.

"Miss?"

Jane looks up to see a nurse with kind eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you Jane Rizzoli?"

"Yes." Jane answers hoarsely.

"Mrs. Rizzoli is asking for you."

Jane looks at the nurse again.

"My mother?" Jane asks, not understanding.

"No, your wife."

Jane blinks her eyes trying to get her brain to catch up.

"My wife? She's OK?"

The nurse nods. "Certainly, the doctors were able to repair the tear and Mrs. Rizzoli will be fine, sore but fine. And she definitely wants to see you and I believe your son is on his way down from maternity."

Jane can't help the fresh tears of relief that course down her face as she stands up smiling at the nurse, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, sniffling.

"I very much would like to see my wife."

The nurse nods and smiles, "Well, let's go then. Mrs. Rizzoli was pretty impatient."

Jane finally allows herself a laugh, "Oh, I'm sure she was."

Jane stands in the doorway to Maura's room where the doctor appears to be sleeping. She can see her chest rhythmically rising and falling. That movement alone is comforting to the detective.

"Jane? Get in here, sweetie." Maura rasps.

Jane strides quickly to her wife's bedside, "You're so bossy."

She leans down for a soft kiss as Maura swats her shoulder. Tears of relief and love stream down Jane's face. Maura reaches up with soft hands.

"It's OK, sweetie. I am going to be fine."

Jane sniffles, "I didn't know what was going on. You know how I hate that."

Maura runs her thumbs over Jane's cheeks.

A nurse wheeling in a bassinet interrupts murmurs of 'I love you and 'we did it'.

Both women's eyes well up at the sight of Bennett Rizzoli-Isles.

The nurse wheels him up to the side of the bed as Jane helps Maura sit up a bit, fluffing pillows.

"OK, ladies this little man is ready to meet his mamas."

Maura and Jane look at each other.

"Jane, you first. Pick him up." Maura whispers letting go of the death grip she has on Jane's hand. "Then bring him close."

Jane nods and reaches gently to pick up their bundle. True to Maura's dream he has a shock of dark brown hair. Jane is desperately hoping for Maura's green eyes. Jane thinks his nose already looks like his mother's. They had chosen a donor who mirrored Jane's attributes –tall, lanky, dark-haired and were hoping for a Rizzoli-Isles mix.

Jane ghosts her lips over the boy's forehead taking in his heady scent.

"Oh, Maura, we did it. You did it. He is amazing." She gently hands off their son into Maura's waiting arms.

Jane reaches down to wipe the tears from Maura's cheeks as her wife cradles their son close to her heart. Maura looks up smiling, "I couldn't have done it without you. He is amazing. Kiss me."

Jane will never say no to that.