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Chapter five: Sunday Lunch In Beacon Hill

Knock on the door. A hand on Maddie's stomach to make sure that she wouldn't try to roll around, Maura cast a glance behind her and smiled as she spotted Margot by the door.

"Come in! I am changing her diaper." Back to the newborn and the incessant kisses on her chubby – warm – stomach.

Margot obliged and came to stand by Maura. She observed her in silence for a while, giggling when Maddie reacted to Maura's soft caresses and kisses. Sweet time.

If TJ looked like Lydia, Maddie definitely came from the Rizzoli side of the family. A brunette with big dark eyes and a strong temper in spite of her very young age. She was born in April. Angela used to say that she looked like Jane.

"You're doing great with her." It was the first time Margot saw Maura take care of a newborn. Once the surprise of the first minutes had subdued, she had started appreciating it. A lot. "You're great with babies... Don't you want your own one?"

Maura buttoned up the kimono top and took Maddie in her arms. She raised an eyebrow at Margot then leaned against the changing table before smirking.

"I thought I already had a daughter. Did you suddenly get adopted by someone else?"

Margot rolled her eyes. Two weeks had passed by since she had introduced Leo, since she had so blatantly lied. Two weeks during which they had worked on the story to make it sound believable enough.

Maura was extremely ashamed of it, though. It was completely immoral.

"C'mon, I'm being serious." Margot paused then motioned the room. "And how come you even have a changing table here?"

"Oh... I bought it when we started babysitting TJ. He was very - very - young when he spent his first night here, as a matter of fact."

Margot slowly nodded at the comment but something suddenly seemed to bother her. She frowned, tilted her head at Maura.

"Here? Jane didn't have her own place? She's TJ's aunt, you aren't. How come she babysat him with you at your place? I never looked after a cousin at a friend's place."

Isn't that a fair remark, Isles... Good luck to get yourself out of it, now.

Said like that, Maura had to admit that what had seemed perfectly normal at the time looked rather odd now. She cleared her voice to win some time and began to caress Maddie's back very slowly. The baby was falling asleep.

"Well..." She bit her lower lip. How come she had never thought about it? "Jane used to spend a lot of time, here. It is bigger than her own appartment, and more central too. Besides, Angela was already in the guesthouse."

The silence that followed let Maura clearly understand that she hadn't convinced Margot much.

"You two were in love but were too blind to see it." Margot laughed and walked back to the door. It always amazed her how Jane and Maura didn't seem to notice the most evident things at times. "It's okay but that still doesn't answer my question about you having your very own child." She didn't wait for an answer though and walked back downstairs only to be stopped by an ecstatic Angela.

The matriarch cupped her face with her hands before hugging her as tightly as she could.

"You know you're a blessing, right?" Angela planted a kiss on Margot's forehead. "First it's thanks to you if my daughter got married and now I'm sure I'll owe you my grandkids. Your little scenario... It's surely going to make them talk about motherhood."

"You're okay with it?" A bit late to ask but Margot smiled of relief.

Within an hour now, Leo would arrive for a Sunday lunch with the family. It was a big day and everyone had been told about the context. Needless to say that Tommy and Frankie were really looking forward to witnessing the whole thing with their own eyes.

"Are you kidding?" Angela snorted. "I always knew that it'd take blackmail for my Janie to have kids."

...

A barbecue. Easy – simple – and friendly. Even healthy for Maura who had managed to impose her vegetable habits to everyone. The weather was perfect too. It was sunny without being too hot. In a word, the conditions were excellent for a Sunday brunch in the patio.

"You are majoring in journalism, right?" Jane grabbed her beer and took a sip of it. She certainly had not forgotten about her vendetta plan against Margot but she knew that she couldn't hit right away. Her patience would be rewarded soon. "That's kinda cool."

Leo nodded. He was talkative – all smile – and very polite. The perfect guy; smart and easy-going at the same time.

There gotta be something though. Nobody's so perfect. He gotta be hiding something, Rizzoli.

"Exactly. I'm still divided about my future field of specialization but..." Another smile. "I would like to be a journalist. Actually, I could even go to France for a while and ask your ex-husband for some advices. He is a journalist too, right?"

"My what?" Jane swallowed hard and tried very hard to pretend that she hadn't seen all the faces turn towards her the second Leo had asked his question.

Her relatives were having a blast, Tommy the first one. He didn't stop making allusions that would owe him a few slaps on the head as soon as Leo would have left.

"Your ex-husband." The absence of reaction from Jane made Leo nervously laugh. "Margot's father? She told me about him when I asked her why she wasn't wearing your surname... She told me... Everything, how you divorced... And how she went to live with him in France when she was a teen, therefore her accent... All this."

"Oh." Jane slowly squinted her eyes at Margot. "That."

Sitting next to her, Maura poured herself another glass of wine and gulped it down right away. She needed to slow down on alcohol a bit but couldn't. The situation was stressing her out.

It wasn't as easy as it had been to pretend that she was married to Jane. Maybe her feelings had made the first lie a lot easier but she didn't have time for introspection right now anyway. This would wait.

"Ahem... Yeah, he is. That's true. He's a journalist. He lives... He lives in Bordeaux."

The perspective of seeing Leo in France didn't seem to please Margot either even if she doubted it would ever become concrete. She pouted and exchanged a knowing look with Maura.

"He works for a big newspaper there but you'd need to be fluent in French to go to France and get like an internship or something."

Leo shrugged.

"Speaking of which, I find it funny that you – Jane – don't speak French much while you married a French man at some point in your life when Maura is bilingual."

Maura burst out laughing and took everyone about. She had been too loud to not sound nervous. A quick glance at the bottle of rosé on the table and she suddenly turned livid. It was empty. Too bad. She would have to do without another glass for the moment.

"My mother is French and I went to a French- speaking boarding school from age ten to... Ahem... Until I graduated before college...?"

"And a few years later, she got to meet my chubby little Maggie!" Jane batted her eyes at Margot. The harmless war was officially declared. "She was such an adorable - chubby - baby, Leo. You should really – but reaaally – see the pics! I will show you her photo-album once the meal's over."

Humiliating a young adult was a piece of cake for Jane. Her mother hadn't stopped doing that with her when she was in her early twenties. As a matter of fact, she was still doing it.

Typical Rizzoli signature. It had to lay in the genes.

Margot had wanted her to be her mother? Fine. Her wish would come true and would soon turn in her worst nightmare.

Margot's eyes widened in horror but she didn't protest. She lightly laughed instead and rubbed her nape. She had been taken aback by Jane's reply while Frankie and Tommy were now sitting on the edge of their respective seats, thrilled to be front row to witness the whole scene.

"Oh look at that. We don't have rosé anymore." Maura went to stand up but Jane prevented her from doing so, a hand on her hip. Attempt to escape: failed. Thankfully being a socialite had its advantages and she jumped back easily. "So, Leo... Tell us a bit more about you..."

Jane would pay for that hand on her hip. Later on. Maura clenched her teeth. She would not let her wife get away from it without facing the consequences of her acts.

"Born and raised in Boston! My parents are teachers – second grade teachers – and I have a twin brother as well as two sisters."

"Oh... A big family... Such a beautiful thing." Angela smiled at Leo before turning to her daughter. "Don't you think so, Jane? Isn't it great to have many kids around?"

And the Lack of Subtlety Award goes to... Your mother. Well done, Rizzoli. If you haven't got her message then you really need to see a neurologist.

Angela turned back to Leo.

"I still hope that she and Maura give Margot a little brother or a sister, you know. It's not too late yet. Actually, I don't know what they're waiting for. Yeah... It's not too late."

But it is to run away from this nightmare. Rizzoli... You're screwed.