As she did every morning, Maura woke up safely tucked away with Jane in their bed. She slowly turned around to face her wife who was in a deep sleep. A few unruly strands of hair had covered Jane's face and Maura tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to tuck them behind Jane's ear. With every attempt, her curls would return to their original position and Jane's lack of response to the ordeal made Maura start to smile. As much as she wanted to remain in bed with her wife, Maura knew Jane had a shift that started in less than two hours. Jane's alarm clock had already gone off ten minutes ago, but it had failed to wake her up. They hadn't done anything too strenuous the night before, but they had stayed up talking to each other about their future plans now that Maura hadn't gotten hired at The Basement. Nothing had been settled, but they were able to put each other's mind at ease just as they always did.

"Jane?" Maura asked as she gently shook her. "Jane?"

"Hmm?" Jane groaned, but she fell back asleep before Maura could even respond.

In hopes that it would wake her up, Maura playfully nibbled on her earlobe and she wouldn't stop until Jane retaliated. Maura knew she was in for it, but Jane's retaliation was always tickling or kissing, so Maura didn't exactly mind. When all Jane did was open her eyes, Maura knew something was wrong with her wife.

"Babe?"

"I don't feel good," Jane groaned.

Maura put her hand to her wife's forehead. "You aren't warm, but we should take your temperature to be sure. Can Mark cover your shift today?"

"I can go in," Jane insisted, but when she tried to sit up, it was only a matter of seconds before her head hit the pillow again.

"You're staying home," Maura commanded. "I can take care of you."

"You're going to be my doctor?" Jane asked. Her words were becoming slurred and she flashed Maura a goofy grin that Maura would have considered adorable had her wife been feeling better.

"I'm your wife," Maura pointed out. "Of course I'm going to take care of you."

"Do you think it's because we didn't have sex?" Jane mumbled. "It was so cold last night and we didn't have sex to warm up. You always said that sex is good for my immune system and we went one night without it and now I'm sick. What's that tell you?"

"I'm going to call Mark," Maura smiled. Before leaving their bed, she lovingly caressed Jane's cheek. "Do you want the radio on while I'm gone?"

"Nevermind," Jane responded.

Maura gave her a confused look. "Nevermind what?"

"No," Jane laughed. "Put on Nevermind. It should be in there already."

Maura pushed play on Jane's stereo. The music began to blare from its speakers, so she immediately lowered the volume until it became faint enough for Jane to hear without disturbing the entire Rizzoli household. Maura had every intention of quickly grabbing the cordless phone from the kitchen and walking back to their bedroom, but she inhaled the smell of pancakes the moment she set foot in the kitchen.

"Those smell heavenly," Maura told her mother-in-law who had just gently swatted Tommy's hand with a spatula as he tried to sneak a pancake directly from the pan.

"There's plenty for you and Janie," Angela responded. "Is she awake yet?"

"Jane is ill this morning," Maura informed her. "I'm going to call Mark and ask if he could cover her shift and then I'm going to take care of Jane. Do you have a thermometer? She isn't warm, but I want to take her temperature to be certain."

"I can take care of her," Angela insisted. "I'm her mother."

"And I'm her wife," Maura reminded her.

"And I'm her brother," Tommy added in hopes that it would ease the tension between Angela and Maura. "I know. I know. Tommy, go to the living room."

Angela and Maura remained quiet until they were certain Tommy had made it to the living room to watch TV with Frank and Frankie. Maura dreaded a confrontation with her mother-in-law, but she wanted to be seen as something other than a girl who was just going to be in Jane's life temporarily. Maura meant every word of the vows she spoke to Jane on the day they were married and she wanted to be taken seriously as Jane's wife.

"I know you're her mother," Maura began. "And I have no intention of taking your place in Jane's heart or saying that I love Jane any more than you do, but I love her differently. I'm in love with Jane. I know you see us as children, but Jane and I are grown women and we chose to make a lifelong commitment to each other. Jane and I have been married for less than a month, but she has already proven that she could be a good provider. Let me prove this to her…and to you. Let me prove that I could take care of her."

"Maura?"

"Yes?" Maura asked worriedly.

"The thermometer is in the medicine cabinet," Angela informed her. "And Jane likes Gatorade when she's sick. She says orange juice hurts her throat."

"Thank you," Maura smiled. She had wanted to say so much more to express her gratitude, but words escaped her in that moment because all of Maura's focus was on tending to her wife.

"Maura!" they heard Jane call out.

"She's asking for you instead," Angela smiled in return. "I guess my little Janie is all grown up now."

"She'll always be your Janie," Maura pointed out. "Just like she'll always be my Jane. We can share her."

"Deal," Angela said jokingly. She was about to hug Maura, but the sight of Jane standing in the entryway to the kitchen interrupted them.

"I'm not a pizza," Jane brought to their attention. "You can't just share me."

"Why aren't you in bed?" Maura asked, although she was holding Jane so tightly that it would be impossible for her to move.

"I suddenly feel better," Jane responded. "Ma, pile three pancakes on my plate."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Angela asked.

"And a couple for Maura," Jane added, still unsure of what her mother was talking about.

"You're a grown woman now," Angela reminded her. "You can serve yourself."

"I'll serve her," Maura insisted, but Jane stopped her before she could go anywhere near the pancakes.

"You sit down," Jane commanded before giving her a peck on the lips. "Both of you. I'm serving my two favorite women this morning."

After the entire Rizzoli family had finished eating breakfast, Jane helped her mother and her wife clean up and wash the dishes before getting ready to go to work. Jane had expected the tension between the two of them to last months or maybe even years, so she was pleasantly surprised by how great they were getting along. Without caring how much it would embarrass her, Angela and Maura swapped stories about Jane ranging from Jane's first loose tooth and her first day of junior high to Maura's stories about the night they met and their first kiss.

"I was attracted to her the moment I saw her," Maura told Angela. "And after our first date, I knew she was the one."

"Was she well-mannered?" Angela asked. "Did she treat you with respect? When she left the house that afternoon, I was so worried about how Jane would act on a date. She can be a handful sometimes."

"Ma, I'm right here," Jane reminded her mother, but neither Maura nor Angela paid any attention to what she was saying.

"She was perfect," Maura said dreamily. "She held doors open for me, pulled out my chair, complimented me, and she was interested in getting to know more about me." Maura held up her right wrist to show Angela the wish bracelet. "She tied this bracelet on my wrist that afternoon and I still haven't taken it off although my wish has already come true."

"What did you wish for?" Angela asked, uncertain if she was ready for Maura's answer.

Maura tried to hide how much she was blushing. "I wished for the opportunity to kiss her and we ended up kissing that evening on the bridge. Jane was my first kiss—my first everything and it wasn't long until I fell in love with her."

"It also wasn't long until you married her," Angela added. "But I'm glad you did. I've never seen Jane this happy."

"Thank you," Jane silently mouthed to her mother.

"I'm going to get in the shower," Maura said before kissing Jane. "I'll hurry so you can get in after me and then I'll make your lunch while you're showering. I'm driving you today. You're not riding your skateboard when it's so cold outside."

Jane leaned in for another kiss. "Love you."

"I love you, too," Maura responded.

"Sometimes, I can't believe how lucky I am," Jane said to her mother after Maura had left the kitchen. "I don't know how I did it, but I convinced the most perfect girl ever created to be mine and now I get to spend the rest of my life with her."

"She's everything I've always wanted for you," Angela admitted. "And I think she feels just as lucky as you do."

Jane averted her eyes. "Ma?"

"Yes?"

"I wasn't really sick this morning."

Angela gave her daughter a confused look. "Then why did you—"

"I was giving you the mother-in-law test," Jane interrupted. "You were going to let Maura take care of me and I know that must have been hard for you."

"You should have seen how badly she wanted to be the one to take care of you," Angela informed her.

"Yeah, Maura's like that," Jane smiled. "We try to protect each other and care for each other any way we can and what you said to her really meant a lot to me, so I just wanted to thank you."

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli being polite and grateful?" Angela quipped. "Marriage really has changed you."

Jane narrowed her eyes. "I could stop."

Angela hugged her daughter for the first time in weeks. "Go get ready for work."

"Can't," Jane responded. "Maura is in the shower. Unless—"

"Unless what?"

"Unless I can shower with her?" Jane asked hopefully.