From One-shot,. the story has been promoted to multi-chapter, although I'm not quite sure how many more you'll have; Many of you asked for a sequel, and so, I thought about giving a bit more of space to Annie and the marvelous Jisbon romace we're still waiting to see in "reality"...

As always, thanks to everyone who, with reviews, or putting me and the story on alert or on fav, gave me resons to go on with this story- and soprry for the delay, but work was too much to handle last week.

Oh, yes, the damn disclaimer: seriosuly, do we really have to do it? Because, Jeez, if I'd own them, I'd not be here writing it, I'd be the writeer of a TV Shows and, well, we'd have the LIsbon romance for real...

meanwhile, I just "write, draw, create, dream, hope and believe in Bruno, waiting for him to be blessed bu the light of reason..." (No, this discalimer isn't mine, it belongs to one fo the girls who wite Mentalist fiction on the italian site efpfiction, but don't tell me many of you don't share this vision...)


As both Teresa and Abby had predicted, at the time of the wedding Mrs. Jane was merely in the third week, meaning that at the time the exams come back positives she was already in the second moth. This thing was driving Teresa mad; looking at herself in the mirror, just in her underwear, she noticed how her breasts were already changing, becoming a bit bigger than usual: it was just a matter of time before Rigsby would notice it, thinking maybe again of plastic surgery, but only awakening Grace and Cho's inner alarms. At least, this time the morning sickness wasn't that bad, hitting just in the early hours of the day, when they were still at home. She wondered if it was a matter of how many times one got pregnant (note to self: ask to the 3 times pregnant Claire) and if it was going to be this way even in the next times.

Next times…smiling, Lisbon looked at her still flat pregnant tummy, imagining how this baby would look like, if it was going to be a baby girl just like her, like Jane had predicted, or maybe a copy of Lucas, just a bit younger…

For once, she hoped that Jane's instincts was right, she really wanted for them to have a baby daughter, preferably like her (even if, secretly, she wished for a mix again, dark hair and blue eyes). She knew Jane was ok with it, that he was ready to have a baby girl of his own again, but Teresa feared that a girl with blonde curls and cerulean eyes could be too much to handle for the man's soul, a too strong reminder of what he had lost, but, mostly, a reminder of the sense of guilt that suffocated him for so long.

If it has to be blonde, she'd preferred a baby boy, maybe, this time, just like his father, blue eyes and mesmerizing smile included, a boy doomed to become a prince charming for every female who could dare to put their eyes on him. Hell, was it the case, she was even going to allow Patrick to call Him PJ (yes, he had suggested, when she was pregnant with their firstborn, the name Patrick Jane Junior). Of course, PJ could wait. Not that she didn't want him or wanted him in the long run, she simply preferred the boy to be baby number 3. Or even 4, but 3, was 2 going to be a girl like Jane had guessed, could be perfect.

Damn the man and his idiotic idea of the football team, he had passed it to her, and now her only thought was a small army of kids, preferably blondes (females excluded, preferably, if it was going to be an issue for him), with their dad's gift (because Patrick may like to repeat that it's something one learns as much as he liked, but she'd never believe there was no natural predisposition as well).

"Da-da!" Baby number 1, laughing, clapped his tiny hands, deciding to give his full attention to his "da-da, as Patrick said his son liked to call him (he had heard the two syllables two days before, and claimed Lucas was saying dad); smiling, the baby boy tried to steal the nose of his still sleeping daddy, being unsuccessful.

"Da-da!" he repeated, still doing the gesture.

"Ehy, man, what are you doing here?" hearing his still asleep voice (a voice Teresa knew was associated with still closed eyes), laughing, she come back to bed, putting the sitting child against her chest. "I woke up, and I saw him busy trying to get all the bees of his carousel, and I decided to bring him here to keep us some company"

"Da-da!" he repeated, this time trying to playing with his dad's hair; Lucas was so small, that there was no way he could hurt Patrick by doing so.

"Ok Luc, I got it. you want dad to wake up, and dad will wake up – he sat in bed, facing Teresa, looking, he wasn't sure, if at the whole picture in front of him or simply at her; a serious expression crossed his still handsome features, as he took her hand in his own – Teresa, please, if you love me as you claim to, you'll not do that to me. I ask you with my heart in my hands; don't wear the red dress at the baptism."

After the initial scare, because he really seemed serious, she regained her composure, and, laughing and hitting him lightly ion the chest, ended with her back against his chest, in Luc's same position.

"What, scared that you'll not be able to resist me and that you'll end up getting me pregnant again?" she asked him laughing, sealing the last words with a kiss on his chin.

"I'll never get tired of having you pregnant, Tess" His voice is low, but not malicious or lusty, it's tender, as tender is the gesture of playing with her hair with one hand and with Luc's blonde curls with the other one.

"You're a caveman, Jane" she sarcastically told him, still laughing, her head completely buried in his naked chest (because, even if she was pregnant with their second child, they weren't getting rid of their sleeping habits, and he still wore the button, and she still wore the top of the male pajama)

"A pregnancy and a wedding ring are, under normal circumstances, indeed signals of possession, but it wasn't what I meant – he relaxed, breathing the unique scent that was his Teresa and the one that belonged to his son and his son only, because he knew that every baby smelt like no one else – I mean that I'd like to not have only Lucas and Juliet. I'd like to have at least 3 or 4 children, if you agree, of course."

"Mmm… a house full of blonde curls, it's so appealing…" she smiled in his chest, kissing it briefly.

"And here I thought you fall for me because of my uncanny personality. Teresa, I can't believe you could be so venial to love me just for my hot look!"

"Would you be mad if Juliet will look like Lily?" staying in the same position, she become serious, and didn't dare to look into his eyes, scared of the possibility of seeing sufferance in those blue orbs.

"Jeez woman, you seriously have a thing for blonde curls – as she hit him again when he started to humor her, inhaling deeply, Patrick leaned against the pillow more, getting more comfortable – I don't think I would mind"

He smiled of one of those smiles that, until few years ago, he thought he was no longer supposed to have. "When Juliet will be born, I'd like to start talking them about Lily. I still have her pictures, you know, and maybe one day, when they'll be old enough, I could bring them to their graves, if you don't mind, of course."

"Never, Patrick, never" she said, kissing his chin again just before to leave her spot to get ready for the twins' baptism.

Having the twin baptized meant that Patrick and Teresa found themselves for the third time in a couple of years in the small church again, Father Lucas' chapel; for the third time said man was the chosen priest, and for the third time it was about a baptism, only, it was an even smaller ceremony: Robert had been called back to Afghanistan with his unit and wasn't supposed to come back before 6 months, and Tommy, a DA in New York, had took an extremely important case he had to follow at any cost. Mick had asked Patrick to be the godfather of the children, and as a result, the blonde consultant ended with a Lisbon in miniature in his arms, Alexis, while her twin, Jason, Mick's exact copy, was currently held by his wife, (The other reasons Mick felt he had to ask Patrick was because the mentalist had told his brother in law about Claire being pregnant, resulting in Claire being extremely pleased when her husband told her he knew it before she could confess) wife who was currently wearing a grey dress instead of the so loved and lovely red one he had given her for their first date

"Seeing something you like?" she asked him at low voice, joking, almost a whisper, as she felt his eyes on her (she was right, saying that all her clothes talked to him).

"Just thinking" he scrolled his shoulders, like it was nothing, knowing too well that Teresa couldn't resist questioning him.

"You were thinking about us?"

He nodded, with a low and seductive voice he whispered again "I was blind and lost, and I didn't know it until I crossed paths with you. You are my road, my truth, my life, you, my love, are my everything -she blushed at this so honest and seductive statement, shivers running along her spine – you'll make a wonderful bride, when we'll get married here"

"Here, really?" her voice was excited, and a bit too high for the place they were in and the occasion they were currently attending.

"It fits, it's appropriate, after all, it was seeing you here with Tony that I understood that you were behind any doubts the one". Automatically, he got closer to her, forgetting, the both of them, of everyone and of everything, children in their arms included, the whole world no longer existed, it was just the two of them, and, closing her eyes, Teresa got ready for the incoming kiss.

"Care to join us? Is there anything you feel like sharing with your family, or will you have to kill us once we'll have discovered your secrets?" as a result of Mick's grinned outburst, both Teresa and Patrick (yes, even him, for once) felt incredibly embarrassed, while the man who dared to ruin their trip in Jane-world got an elbow in the kidney, gentle concession of his wife, who took her babies back, putting the almost 3 months old twins in their pram, while Teresa and Patrick regained possession of Lucas, who had been held by one Claire's brothers.

"Actually, yes – Teresa said as Patrick took her hand in his own, gently squeezing it gently – the fact is…"

"You are going to have another baby" all the eyes belonging to the adults turned to look at the owner of the so happy voice, just to fall on a kid whose name was…

"Annie?" Teresa asked her niece in disbelief, while Patrick was giggling proud, like the almost 8 years old was his own daughter.

"You keep having milk with those disgusting biscuits you normally hate, but couldn't get rid of when you were expecting Lucas. Besides, you refused coffee, and even tea, until uncle Patrick gave you that caffeine free liquid" She giggled, proud, as Jane kneed in front of her, ruffling her hair, hugging the little girl at the same time.

"This girl will make a great mentalist! May I take her as my pupil, pretty please with cherry on top? – still behaving like a 5 years old, holding Annie, he moved his gaze from her parents to Teresa – ehy, if it runs in the family and she took it from the Lisbon's, our children may become the greatest mentalists of ever!"

"Are you pregnant?" while asking excited, Claire clapped her hands, looking like a kid in candy land, her enthusiasm and the amount of tears of joy increasing when Teresa simply nodded "you are pregnant!"

"Aunt Tess, I may be too old for being you flower girl – Annie said a bit sad, just to grin a second later, doing one of Jane's tricks – but I'd not mind being one of the bridesmaids!"

"What?" they asked all focused on Annie.

"Uncle Patrick said that, was she going to have a baby again, he'd married her in a church"

"Is that true?" Claire said again, again clapped her hands, already preparing both wedding and baby shower.

""If Father Lucas approves, we'd like to renew our vows here" While saying so smiling, Teresa turned towards said man, whose answer was only a smile.

"And you, Annie – Patrick said while pointing at the girl, still on his knees – not only you'll be the bridesmaid, but you'll walk just before your aunt, with a very special role, because – he said while his blue eyes were shining in anticipation of the moment he was picturing in his head – you'll walk hand in hand with Lucas towards the aisle!" Saying so, even if Annie claimed to not be a child any longer, he lifted her in the air like she was a 5 years old again.