Jane was surprised to see her mother standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Unsure of what was going to happen next, Jane continued to cling to Maura. Maura was her safe haven and, as long as she was in Maura's arms, she felt as if nothing could go wrong. Jane was well aware of why her parents were upset with her and it all had to do with Maura, but Jane knew Maura was worth anything she would have to endure. Maura was her entire world now and Jane didn't have a single regret about marrying her.

"Maura, would you give me some time with my daughter?" Angela asked. The calm in her voice put Jane and Maura at ease.

"I'll be in the kitchen," Maura announced. Before she left, she gave her wife a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you," Jane whispered.

"I love you, too," Maura responded. She looked adoringly at her wife before leaving. She didn't want to leave Jane, but she knew the importance of the talk Angela and Jane were going to have.

When Maura walked into the kitchen, she noticed fourteen-year-old Tommy Rizzoli sitting at the kitchen table with his Game Boy in hand. He was too absorbed in the game he was playing to even notice or care that Maura was sitting next to him. The girl that he had once called a "hot chick" was now an old married woman in his eyes. Maura wasn't particularly interested in what Tommy was playing, but she wasn't sure how long she'd be sitting at that table and she figured she might as well get to know her brother-in-law.

"What are you playing?" she asked, although she wasn't sure if he'd even respond.

"NBA Jam," he responded without even looking at her. "You married Jane?"

"Yes," Maura beamed.

"Why?"

Maura looked at her brother-in-law, but he still hadn't taken his eyes off of the screen. "I love your sister and I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

"Jane's a butt-head," Tommy pointed out. "And you married her. That makes you, like, Queen Butt-Head."

"Then I'll be Queen Butt-Head," Maura said proudly.

Tommy finally put his Game Boy down on the table and looked at Maura in the eyes. "Let's get this straight. Jane, Frankie, and me have a system. Me and Jane make each other's life hell and Frankie is caught in the middle. It's how we show each other that we care, but in the end we love each other and all three of us stick together. If me and Frankie lose our third musketeer, I don't know what we'll do. Jane comes up with all the ideas and all the cool shit to do, like on Halloween when she was in junior high she tied a devil mask to the front of a remote control car and used it to chase away this girl who made fun of her. And sometimes we hang out on the roof and talk about all kinds of things like sports and girls and action movies. Just me, Jane, and Frankie. And all that is going to change now."

"Nothing is going to change," Maura reassured him. "I'm not taking your sister away from you. She's my wife now, but she's been your sister since before you were born, and she will always be your sister."

"But she's married now," Tommy reminded her.

"She's still Jane," Maura pointed out. "She's still wearing her ripped jeans and that thermal shirt that's two sizes too big for her. Her hair is still unkempt. She still refuses to buy new Converse although the pair she owns is completely worn down and she still has scrapes on her knees and elbows from skateboarding. I love Jane for who she is just like you do."

"So you're not going to make her talk about things that married couples talk about like doing taxes and what color towels to buy for the bathroom? She can still talk about sports and Arnold Schwarzenegger movies?"

"She can talk about anything she'd like to talk about," Maura reassured him.

She was surprised when Tommy got up from his chair and walked toward her. "Give me a hug," he insisted. "You can hang out on the roof whenever you want. You're a Rizzoli now and our roof is your roof."

When Angela looked at her headstrong daughter reduced to nothing more than a sobbing mess with her head in her hands, she felt as if her heart was breaking. She wanted to be angry with Jane, but she just couldn't get herself to feel that way now that she was alone with her. She may have been married but she was still her little Janie. Deep down, she was still the same little girl who saved up her allowance to buy her a mother's day gift and the same little girl who once tried to stay up all night in hopes of seeing the tooth fairy after she lost her first tooth.

"Did you come to yell at me some more?" Jane asked, although her voice was quivering. "I love Maura and I'm not getting our marriage annulled."

Angela sat next to Jane on her bed and Jane was taken by surprise was her mom held onto her instead of yelling or being angry with her. "I'm not asking you to," Angela insisted. "And I'm not angry with you, Janie. Or should I call you Jane now?"

Jane wiped her tears on the sleeve of her thermal. The tattered cuff was now stained with Jane's mascara. "'Janie' is fine," Jane told her. She hadn't been fond of her nickname since she entered her teenage years, but this was the first time she had ever been asked about her preference and, in that moment, she saw 'Janie' as a peace offering, a way of telling her mom she still wanted to be her little girl.

"Look at this," Angela said as she began to fuss with the sleeve of Jane's shirt.

Jane shrugged. "What's wrong with it?"

"What's wrong with it?" Angela asked. "There's a hole in the cuff big enough for you to stick your thumb through it."

"I know," Jane snapped. "I did it myself. I was bored at work so I grabbed a pair of scissors."

"This shirt is too big," Angela pointed out. "Tomorrow we're going to go shopping."

"Ma, stop," Jane demanded. She broke away from her mother's embrace and quickly scooted herself over to the edge of the bed. "I don't want to go shopping. I like my clothes. I'm sorry I'm not like those girls who Frankie brings home, the ones with skirts and a lot of make-up. I'm not a cheerleader, but I'm me and I like who I am. I like my hair and my shoes and the music I listen to and the store I work at and I like Mark and I love Maura. This is the happiest I've ever been, Ma, and for once I just want you to be happy for me. I know I'm not the daughter you wanted—"

"Janie," Angela interrupted. "Don't you ever think that about yourself. I'm proud of who you are and I'm sorry about what I said in the living room. I was upset and I got carried away, but it's only because of what you getting married meant to me. Ever since you were a little girl, I imagined what your wedding day would be like. You'd be in a beautiful dress and—"

"I'd never wear a wedding dress," Jane clarified.

"I know," Angela sighed. "You probably had wedding jeans and they were probably ripped."

"I wore the good pair," Jane informed her. "They're free of holes. Only the best for my wedding day."

"I should be grateful for that," Angela teased. When Jane wasn't expecting it, she grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward her. "I know my vision of your wedding day isn't what you want for yourself, but that's not what matters. What matters is that I wanted to be there. I wanted to see how happy you looked when you married Maura. I can imagine you smiling just the way you are right now. You always smile like that when someone even says her name."

"I can't help it," Jane blushed. "I love everything about her and I want you to love her, too. I know Maura is beautiful, but there's so much more to her than that. I've never met anyone like her and even if I lived to be a million, I'd never meet another Maura. I'm so lucky to have her, but she also says that she's lucky to have me. We're always doing things for each other and not because we have to but because we actually want to. And we have so much fun together. It doesn't matter what we're doing. We could be doing homework together and it'll still be fun as long as it's with her. She's like my wife and my best friend rolled up into a cute, strawberry blonde package. And kissing her is—I can spend hours kissing her."

"You two can kiss," Angela began. "I just don't want you doing any of the other stuff."

"Maura's my wife," Jane reminded her.

Not wanting to get into a talk about her daughter's sex life, Angela insisted that they have Maura join them. Tommy was entertaining her with stories about what the three Rizzoli siblings have done over the years and the havoc they've wreaked and, as much as Maura was enjoying the stories, she found herself already missing her wife. She wondered how Jane was holding up and if she and her mom were a having a civilized conversation instead of Jane being yelled at again, so she was grateful when Angela called her over to Jane's bedroom with something to tell them. The suspense was getting to Jane and Maura, but neither was sure if they could handle what Angela was about to tell them. She had already told Jane to pack her stuff and she feared what might come next.

"Your father and I had a talk," Angela began. "Janie, we don't want you going anywhere, especially now and, Maura, I know Jane can't live in your dorm so you two were probably going to search for apartments. You two would be in a hurry and you've never looked for apartments before, so you'd probably get taken advantage of. We want to keep Janie here forever, but since we can't we want to make sure you two are living in a good neighborhood and paying a reasonable amount for rent. We're going to help you two look for an apartment, but not until after the holidays. For the rest of the month, you kids are living here."

"We can?" Jane asked in disbelief. "Maura and I can stay in my room…together?"

"Yes, together," Angela smirked. "You two are a married couple now, so you'll have your privacy. We won't bother you, but there are going to be some ground rules."

"Like what?" Jane asked, impatiently "What are they? I just want to keep Maura safe and warm. I'll agree to whatever they are. For once, I'm agreeing. That has to mean something."

"You both are going to clean up after yourselves," Angela commanded. "Jane, this means you're going to learn how to do your own laundry."

"I can do it for you," Maura insisted. "It'll be fun and—"

"No," Angela interrupted. "Jane needs to learn."

"But she's my wife," Maura reminded her. "If I want to do her laundry, I have the right. Jane could be in charge of other chores."

"Your wife is my daughter," Angela pointed out.

"Sorry," Maura said just slightly above a whisper.

"And no making love outside of your bedroom," Angela informed them. "I don't want to see it and I don't want to hear it, so keep it in the bedroom and keep it silent."

"Can we shower together?" Maura asked, but when Angela glared at her she knew what the answer to her question was going to be.

Jane looked at her two favorite women, subtly engaging in competitive behavior: Angela for her daughter and Maura for her wife. Jane knew she was going to be caught in the middle for as long as this living arrangement lasted (or maybe even for the rest of her life) and there were times when it might get awkward, but she still couldn't stop smiling.