I know, I said I'd update 'The Immortals' before I updated this one again, but I couldn't help it. I'm almost through with this one and...yeah. Also, I'm sure some of you don't mind? ;) And 'The Immortals' is almost done (chapter-wise, the story is really just starting!) and should be out in the next day or two. If not, feel free to bother me.

I would also like to say that I've never given birth nor have I ever been pregnant...so this chapter was incredibly difficult for me to write. Put it this way...it took about six hours. Also: This is the longest chapter I think I may have ever written in the history of my life. It's 5,000+ words.

Ananas: I'm well aware that Jane has his own gun, but in a way I see him doing something more rash and not take the time to go up in the attic to retrieve it. That's kind of what I wanted to show with this. Thank you for reading and reviewing :)

Disclaimer: No, I do not own The Mentalist.

Chapter Eleven: Such a Beautiful Night

Lisbon leans back into the bathtub and clutches onto the sides. Sighing, she sinks in further and brings her hands up to caress her swollen belly. Within her, the baby shifts and kicks her hands, and she cannot fight back a smile. She slips her eyes shut and hums. She feels so calm and at peace, and she welcomes the feeling whole-heartedly. For the past two weeks, she feels safe and at peace for first time during her pregnancy. Now that Jane is out of jail, she is for the most part worry-free. Her only worries are about her unborn child, and are only minimal in contrast to what they were these past nine months.

"Teresa?" she cracks open one eye at the sound of her lover's voice, "You've been in there for over an hour, are you all right?" He sounds concerned. Ever since he came into her home, he has been following her around to insure her comfort and safety. She loves it…and at the same time she hates it. She is not used to being given this much attention, but she knows that she will eventually get used to it.

She straightens up, "I'm fine, Patrick."

He is silent for only a few moments, which she finds quite humourous, before he speaks again, "May I come in?"

It shocks her that he is asking for permission to enter the bathroom. Normally he does not ask for permission for these types of things; usually he just picks the lock on the door and waltzes right in with a big smile on his face.

"Yes," she calls back and looks down at her belly.

He pushes open the door, his hand still hovering over the brass knob. Jane peaks in, his eyes immediately landing on her and his worried gaze softens. His fingers move away from the knob and he steps into the room and moves up towards her. Stopping before her, he kneels down on the floor and peaks over at her, a small smile appearing on his features.

"What?"

"I missed you."

Slight annoyance builds up, but she pushes it back down. Taking a deep breath, she looks over at him, "Patrick, I've only been up here for a little over an hour."

He nods his head back and forth, "No, you've been up here for an hour and forty-three minutes. That's way over 'a little'" he tsks, trying to sound serious, but failing miserably.

Rolling her eyes, she reaches over and slaps one of his hands promptly. He pulls it back and mocks hurt, but moves back closer to her. "I just worry about you, that's all," and he picks himself up and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "You should come out soon, or else you'll start to look like a prune."

She slaps him again and he lets out a chuckle. The man had a way with words and had the inability to keep his mouth shut, but then again he would not be Patrick Jane without that rather annoying attribute. She also has to admit that that is one of the many reasons as to why she is in love with him.

As he is leaving the room, she feels another contraction move around her abdomen. This isn't the first one she has had today – or rather this week – hence why she is currently in the bathtub currently soaking. For some reason, lying in warm water made them feel less uncomfortable and more ignorable. But this one was different somehow. It was a little more intense than the others.

"Patrick?" she calls after him, and watches him promptly stop his feet. "I think he's coming."

He turns to her and moves back towards her at an incredible rate. Just as he bends over to look down at her, she scrunches up her face as another contraction, even more intense than the last one, hits her. He places one hand on her upper arm and looks into her eyes. Only four days ago they were at the hospital for her to give birth, and it turned out to be a false labour. They were both disappointed, but this time…she has a feeling that the moment they had been waiting for has finally arrived.

"You sure?"

She nods and places a hand just over her belly button, "Yes," she breathes, "I think he's coming now."

His gaze falls onto her belly and he barely moves his head, "Uh, yes, let's get you out of there," he begins to help her stand to her feet in the bathtub before he turns around to grab a towel that is hung up on a nearby knob. Turning back to her, he wraps the fuzzy blue towel around her body and holds it to her snugly, "Now, easy," he takes her hand and helps her out, one hand resting on her lower back as her feet land onto the matching blue rug sprawled over the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

She nods at him and begins moving into the bathroom, "I better put some clothes on," and he nods as well, walking after her and mumbling something about packing the bags and calling everyone.

Lisbon closes her eyes and tells herself to breathe. Tonight she is having their baby. The very concept of that is both a wondrous feeling and also…a little frightening. She really has not viewed herself as mom-material since she was really young, and now that the time has really come for the baby to come…she feels like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. So, to calm her nerves, she takes a deep breath and moves over towards her drawers and once more begins to mentally prepare herself for her impending motherhood.

While Lisbon has been busy changing into a hospital gown, Jane busied himself with calling several people on his cell phone: Hightower, Cho, Rigsby, Van Pelt, Stark, and Minelli. He figures that all of the people of the CBI would like to know that the little baby Jane that everyone has been anticipating is about to arrive. Everyone sounded happy and excited, and they all planned to stop by either in the next few minutes to hours to give Lisbon some good old moral support.

"Patrick?" at the sound of her voice, Jane turns and heads back into the room they had been assigned forty-five minutes ago. Upon entering, he sees Lisbon sitting on the bed, the slightly oversized gown around her body.

He moves over to her and wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to her forehead, "How many minutes apart are they now?"

"They are less than five minutes apart now," she places her hands on her belly and stares at really nothing in particular. Jane can tell that she is thinking about different matters, and is slightly conflicted at the moment.

He looks into her eyes, "What is on your mind?" she looks down at the sheets and takes in a deep breath, "Teresa?"

Her eyes flicker up to meet his and she gives him a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry, that was just another contraction. What did you ask me?"

"What's on your mind?" he asks her again as he moves to sit beside her on the bed. "You seem very preoccupied."

She just looks over at him again, "I'm just a little worried that's all. I mean, what if something goes wrong?"

Jane shrugs his shoulders, "Teresa, you're going to be fine. Through this labour and through parenting in general. You must not worry about screwing up," he takes her hand in his and rubs his thumb over the back of it, "Dr. Sanders will be back in here soon to do another exam and hook you up to some machines," he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her cheek.

She wrinkles up her face and smiles slightly, "That just sounds weird."

He chuckles and is about to say something, but the door opens and the doctor steps in with a cart. She smiles at the two of them and subtly gestures for Jane to get off of the bed, which he does as instructed without asking any questions. The doctor gestures for Lisbon to lie back and begins to pull a couple of objects off of the cart – one is a device that will monitor the baby's heartbeat and her contractions. Lisbon gets under the blankets and lifts up her gown and lets the doctor wrap the device around her belly and start it up.

Jane feels relief when Dr. Sanders announces that everything is normal and progressing at a fine rate. She performs a vaginal exam on Lisbon and concludes that she is dilated four centimeteres. The doctor leaves momentarily after announcing how far Lisbon is dilated to give the two of them some time alone, and Jane can not help but already feel proud of Lisbon for all that she has been through during this pregnancy.

He pulls up a chair and sits beside her bed. Jane picks up her hand and presses a soft kiss and then bends back down to shift through the bag he had placed by the bed only before Lisbon began to change into the hospital gown. He pulls out a People magazine and holds it out to her, which she gladly takes.

"You're my saviour," she says and begins to open it when her eyes slip shut and her mouth draws into a thin line. Taking a deep breath and trying to shift into a more comfortable position, she turns a page in the magazine and just says "Another one," before she goes silent.

Jane smiles and looks down at her abdomen. Very soon their little baby would join them in this world, and he could not wait for that moment. He is also quite sure that Lisbon cannot wait either, as she is probably more than ready to end her labour as it is now and hold their new baby boy in her arms. To be honest, Jane really wants to see their son as well. The feeling is more than mutual.

By the time the later afternoon hit, Lisbon starts to feel restless and more uncomfortable than she did when she had first arrived. Her contractions now occur at a more frequent time, and every time one hits, she always shuts her eyes and takes in a deep breath. She knows that the man beside her is counting each and every one, and makes sure to tell her how far apart they are from the last.

Ten minutes ago she was relieved when Dr. Sanders announced that she is about seven centimetres dilated. To her it meant that she is nearing the end of her labour, but also that her water should break anytime soon.

Another contraction hits and she sits more upright and grits her teeth. Her hand clutches onto the plastic railing tighter as she rides out the waves of pain. Jane looks over at her with concern, but knows that he can not do anything to help her. The last time he tried to soothe her with kind words…she chased him away with a lot of not-so-nice words. She kind of wants to offer him a smile to let him know that she is all right, but she can't get the muscles in her face to move the way she likes and display an emotion other than pain.

She shifts a little when the contraction subsides and turns her head to look at him. She reaches out a hand and pokes him in the upper arm to get his attention, and he promptly moves over closer to her. Lisbon leans back into the pillows and eases into them. Pulling her hand back over to her, she reaches up and brushes away her sweaty fringe from her forehead.

"We haven't really discussed baby names," he looks at her and nods, "Well, we have, but I really don't want to tell our son that we discussed his name while you were in prison."

He nods again and pulls the chair closer to her, "We agreed on the middle name, Samuel, for him a long time ago. Is this still right?" she can tell he does not want to anger her, and this warms her heart a little.

She smiles at him, "Yeah, that's still right" She had told him a few months back that she wanted his middle name to be after Sam Bosco, a former CBI agent who lost his life before Red John met his demise. Lisbon felt that Bosco had been a courageous man, and that her son should be partially named after him.

Jane draws his lips into a thin line as he ponders and another contraction hits her. Again, she feels her grip tighten on the plastic railing of the hospital bed and he just flickers his eyes towards her with concern. She has only blamed him once so far for causing her to be in labour, so she knew he is taking that as a good sign.

"How about Leonard?" he asks her and she immediately scrunches up her face.

She shakes her head in disgust, "No, I don't think that will suit him." she hopes that he will agree and know that a mother always knows best. Especially when it comes to naming her babies, and she just knows that Leonard will not fit her little baby boy at all. Honestly there is nothing wrong with the name itself, it just…won't fit him.

"Okay, how about Edward?" Jane asks with trepidation.

Lisbon shakes her head again, "No, I really don't want people thinking he was named after some sparkly vampire out of a teen novel," she says, "Even though I like it a little."

Jane smiles, "Caleb?" once again, Lisbon shakes her head and disagrees, "Okay, since you have been disagreeing with me so far, do you have any better ideas?"

She shrugs her shoulders, "I've always liked Adrian…or Benjamin."

He nods at her suggestions, "They are both excellent names. Benjamin not really so much," she turns her head and glares at him, "It's a great name, really, but I don't feel like it'll suit him," he gestures to her belly and gives her a small smile, "and to be honest, I'm not sure Adrian would fit him either."

Lisbon turns around and plops herself back down against the pillows. She feels the stress build up and another contraction looming. She is also starting to feel like she is being a crappy parent already just because she and Jane have not yet decided on a name for their soon-to-be born son. Maybe this is why she has not yet had a child…because she has always known that she'd be a bad mother.

Jane seems to sense her thoughts of worry, and reaches over to place his hand over hers, "Teresa?" she looks over at him just as she feels a tear run down the side of her cheek. Instantly she questions how long that tear has even been forming in the corner of her eye before he speaks again, "You are having doubts."

She does not even waste time and lie to him this time, so she nods in confirmation. "Yes," she says softly.

"Why?"

Her breath catches in her throat and she feels the sudden need to hide from him – damn these hormones – and she reaches up to rub her temples, "We haven't even decided on a name for him yet, we're not married like my parents were, I just lied to a federal court, and he is going to be born too soon!" she says all in one breath, "Everything just isn't going right?"

Jane looks at her and quirks up an eyebrow, "Lisbon," he uses her surname to get her attention, "You're thirty-eight weeks pregnant, that's not too soon," she nods, but feels like it still is, "A lot of couples are not married when their child is born and just because we haven't yet settled on name doesn't make us doomed parents."

She sniffles and he cups her cheeks in his hand, "and I love you and you love me. That is why I am still here with you and why you lied to get me out of prison. You had a good reason to do it all just like I had a good reason to save your life. Everything happens for a reason Teresa, and I promise you that everything will turn out all right."

Lisbon nods, but stiffens again and clutches at her belly. She leans back into the pillows and fights back a groan as the pain increases she suddenly feels a gush of liquid seep out of her body. Quickly, her eyes shoot open and she turns to look at him.

"My water just broke."

He just looks at her, so she repeats it and his eyes widen. He nods and stands to his feet, and begins telling her that everything is going to be all right. She just nods at him and tries to tell him to move out of the door and go find Dr. Sanders when another contraction hits her body almost immediately. She throws her head back and groans as the pressure in her lower abdomen increases.

"Jane! Go find the damn doctor you jackass!"

He nods and holds up a hand, "Okay!" and quickly moves out of the room like his ass was on fire.

She runs her hands across Jane's and she leans further into his body. When she hit eight centimetres, he climbed into the bed behind her and held onto her aching body. His hands were carefully placed over her belly and he is nuzzling the side of her neck with his lips. At first she was convinced herself that she would have kicked him out of the bed immediately when he started doing that, but promptly stopped herself when she realized that it only calmed her and made the contractions feel a little less potent. Jane is also being used as a tool to help remind her to not try to push the baby out. Twenty minutes ago she tried that, but the doctor quickly informed her to stop and told her what she could do to her body if she began pushing too soon. Processing this new information made her rather grumpy and feel the need to push just to defy the doctor's orders.

As of late, her contractions have grown even more intense and painful than they were a couple of hours ago. She continuously feels the painful pressure of their son trying to push his way out and through her body.

"Patrick?" she says his name in a weak voice.

"Yes," she feels him pull away from her neck and wrap his arms tighter around her.

"I really want to push now."

She can tell he is about to say something, but she silences him when she shoots up and grabs onto his forearms and lets out a pitiful whimper as another harsh contraction moves through her body. She squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth as the pain intensifies to a level ten out of ten. Her nails dig into his arms, and she is about to mutter a sorry when the urge to push soon becomes too much.

"Call the doctor, now. I want her to check me again because he really wants to come out now."

Jane leans forward and presses a kiss to her cheek, "Sure," and he starts to detangle himself from her and get up from the bed.

Instantly she feels the discomfort of him being gone return and she whimpers again. He turns around and tells her he'll be back soon, and soon he leaves the room. She almost decides to call for a member of her team, but decides not to as she does not wish for them to see her all sweaty and yelling profanities every now and again. The words she is saying to Jane will make even Cho look away in discomfort.

Jane comes back into the room about two minutes later with Dr. Sanders behind him. He instantly goes back to her and she grabs hold of his hand and locks it into hers in a death grip. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him grit his teeth, but she brushes it off and only wishes that he could share more of her pain along with her.

Dr. Sanders checks her again and concludes that she is fully dilated and ready to begin pushing. Lisbon feels like crying in relief knowing that this will be over soon. She looks over at Jane, and smiles when he squeezes her hand.

"We're ready," he tells her and leans over to press a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

She nods and feels another contraction begin to build up and Dr. Sanders instructs her to begin pushing along with it. She sits up a little and uses her abdominal muscles to begin pushing the baby out of her body, but sinks back down when the contraction subsides. Quickly after another contraction hits her and she pulls herself up to push again and it leaves her feeling disorientated. Shutting her eyes momentarily, she feels Jane squeeze her hand and she opens her eyes to look over at him. She is about to open her mouth to say something to him when another contraction hits her and she pushes as if on instinct. This one is far more intense than the last two and she lets out a slight scream when she falls back against the pillows.

Dr. Sanders pats the side of her leg and tells her that she is doing well. At this moment she just feels like shooting her doctor, but refrains from announcing this. When she begins to feel another contraction building up, the last thing she wants to do is push this time around. She feels tired and all she really wants to do is curl up into a ball and fall asleep.

"You need to push now, Teresa," she hears her doctor tell her, but she can barely keep her eyes open.

"Teresa!" she hears Jane's voice and instantly she opens her eyes again.

When the contraction intensifies, she squeezes her eyes shut and pushes hard, and feels the lower part of her body start to burn. She falls back against the now flatter pillows once it subsides and continues to breathe hard. She just looks up at Jane and he back at her. He reaches forward and brushes her fringe from her face and lets her know that she is doing great.

"Teresa, I can see the baby's head now. Do you want to see it?"

Lisbon simply nods her head in Dr. Sander's direction. She hears some shuffling and the doctor tells her that she can look down, and she instantly sees a mirrored reflection of her son's head pushing out of her body. It's really just a mass of dark hair. A lot of it.

Now that she saw his head, she now feels even closer to his delivery and becomes more determined. Every time a contraction comes, she pushes through the pain and listens to the peppy cheers around her. In a time like this, they're actually helpful to her, and she welcomes them. Especially when they announced that her son's shoulders were out.

"Come on Teresa, just one more push and he's out!" Dr. Sander's tells her excitedly.

With one more push, she feels her lower body stretch to accommodate the baby's departure and she feels like wiggling when an intense burning sensation hits her. Her head falls back and her hand clasps tighter around Jane's as she yells one last time before she feels her son leave her body completely.

She instantly falls back against the pillows one more time and looks over just in time to see Dr. Sanders lift up her son. The baby looks wet and is wiggling continuously in the doctor's arms, and an overwhelming feeling of love floods into her being. All thoughts on being scared about motherhood diminish and all she wants to do is hold her newly born son. Dr. Sanders places the little boy on Lisbon's chest and looks over at Jane and motions for him to come closer.

"Mr. Jane, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?"

Jane's eyes light up and he nods. The doctor places a clamp on the cord and hands Jane the tools needed to cut the cord, and he does it. Lisbon watches him and smiles, but then turns her attention back to her newly born son and brushes the back of her fingers down the side of his soft cheek.

She leans back into the pillows and smiles up at Jane. Their son is here, and now at this moment in time, they had no worries in the world.

Three hours after their son's delivery, Lisbon still feels extremely sore and tired. Just fifteen minutes or so ago she woke up to find her room filled with balloons, flowers, and a couple of stuffed animals. Jane came up beside her and told her that the team had come by and dropped the items by and said congratulations, but had to leave and resume their nightly activities. Now she is just grateful to have a little alone time with Jane and their son.

Leaning back against her freshly replenished pillows, she studies her son as he feeds from her breast. He has a full head of dark hair and long eyelashes. In her honest opinion, he is the most adorable little baby she has seen in a long time. The baby shifts and she almost moans in discomfort. A nurse informed her earlier that nursing the first couple of times will be uncomfortable, but she did not know the extent of it. Right now the pain is not so bad, but if she moves or the baby moves, the pain comes back only a little, but not as intense as before.

"I think we should decide on a name right now," she spoke softly, looking up at Jane, "Any ideas?"

Jane shifts in the stiff chair and looks at their son. He reaches up and scratches his chin obviously in deep thought. Naming a child was no simple task, and they did not want their son to have an embarrassing name to have to live with.

"He looks like a David," Jane finally says and stands up to his feet. Looking over at his son's face that is still pressed into her breast, he nods again, "Yes, he's definitely a David."

Lisbon furrows her brow and looks back down at the baby in her arms. David Samuel. Overall a fine name and Jane is right…it suits the tiny baby in her arms. She smiles and looks over at her significant lover and nods, "David it is."

Jane smiles brightly and walks over to her. He leans down and presses a loving kiss to her lips and then another on top of David's head. He reaches down and rubs the side of the baby's head and his smile grows even more. Lisbon reaches up and brushes the side of his cheek with the back of her hand, and Jane can no longer resist leaning down again to press a more passionate kiss to her lips that leaves her toes tingling.

"I love you," he breathes, and kisses her again.

"I love you more."

He shakes his head against her lips, "That is false. I love you more."

She just kisses him again. She breaks the kiss and looks back down at the newly born baby boy in her arms. His name is now David Samuel Jane, and he has both of his parents present in his life.

Only one more chapter left after this, and in a way I'm a little sad about that. I'm going to miss writing this :(