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, time is what it is, so, I'm kind of sure that i'll get this story weekly 8also because my muse is abandoning me and I don't really know where I'm going to go with this one..)

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...)


Month one

Something was definitely up with her, and Teresa had a feeling she knew what it was. Of course, she remembered every word of the book Patrick had mentioned her, how many women didn't know they were pregnant for the first weeks, but somehow, maybe because she had been already pregnant and had got to know herself and her body… she knew she wasn't late, since her period was supposed to come in more than a week, and she knew that PMS symptoms were the same of a pregnancy in an early stage, but, looking at her reflex, she knew. Well, she wasn't exactly sure, but she had plenty of reasons to believe she was pregnant. Ok, maybe it wasn't exactly planned, but, since they wanted quite a big family, they hadn't played it safe either. She just… she didn't want to give Patrick false hopes, even if she was 99.5% sure of the positive result: first the test, then a check-out with Abby, then Patrick.

Closed in the bathroom of the CBI (making at test at home meant telling him, because there was no way he couldn't find it out) she looked at the watch, releasing the breath she was holding as she was that the 5 minutes were finally gone; she picked the stick with closed eyes, carefully opening them slowly, and, as soon as she saw the writing on the small screen, she forced herself to not giggle or scream for the happiness – she had to tell him in a nice and special way, like she had done with Lucas. Damn, too bad the wedding was the next day, or she could have told him while dancing…

The next day…

"Teresa, May I ask you a simple question?" he looked into her eyes, smiling happy, seeing that she was, instead, a bit frightened, unsecure, and he really didn't know why. Even if he was right, she didn't have to be scared, or, was she having second thoughts, or maybe, maybe, maybe…

"Patrick, I know how your mind works, and I know what the question is going to be, but, you see, the fact is… – she lowered her voice, not as scared as he thought she was, there was something else – I only did one of those do it yourself test, and… well, I'll not allow myself… - she corrected herself immediately – I'll not allow ourselves to believe it until I'll heard Abby saying so."

He took her in his arms, tightening his hold around her, and, slow dancing, started to whisper again to her. "I'll not mind if you'll want to get married with that beautiful big tummy of yours… of course, we can wait until she'll be born…"

"She" she simply stated looking into his eyes, looking quizzically at her husband with lifted eyebrows.

"Of course, Teresa, because, as I know you're really pregnant, and my question was just about how far you think we could be – he said with that idiotic 100 watts smile of his, pinching the tip of her nose like he did to Annie and Toni many times, and like he was going soon to do with his godchildren, Mick and Claire's twins Alexis and Jason – I know we are going to have a daughter!"

He couldn't know for sure that she was pregnant, or the gender of the baby yet. Ok, he had guessed the sex of both Lucas and of the twins, but it was luck, right? It wasn't like he was a real psych, he just was…

"You know Jane, sometimes I really hate you"

"Ehy, if this is the way you behave with the people you hate, what are you going to do with the ones you really love? -he joked, doing that same idiotic expression. – ah, the soccer team is coming…"

"The soccer team…. Do I want to know what you are talking about?"

Month two

"Did you ask for us?" as she walked into Hightower's office, Teresa was quite calm, since the last couple of years had seen the two women getting along quite well, demonstration that they could respect (and even like, to a certain level) each other.

"Is it because of the pregnancy? You said no matter what, we just had to talk with you and you were going to support us. Have you changed your mind or what?" Patrick hadn't been that rude in quite a long time, and hearing his outburst didn't exactly made Teresa blush or laugh; her only answers were eyes rolled and an elbow in his kidney.

"You've never hidden that you want a large family" Hightower said looking at Teresa in the eyes.

"I'm the oldest of a family of 4 children, and Patrick always hated being an only child. Yes, we want a big family, and yes, we've never hidden it. Is that a problem?" Awakening memories of the past (and the following desires in Patrick) Lisbon took the defensive posture she had often had to take with her boss in the past.

"Would you mind a better position, less danger, better hours and paycheck?"

"Oh, you want to promote me! I didn't even know that a civil consultant could be promoted!" he giggled proud.

"I was offering my job to your wife, Mr. Jane"

"Oh"

"You are leaving us?" Teresa was shocked, to be honest, it was quite a euphemism…

"I've been asked to lead major Crimes Division for the NYPD. My oldest daughter is attending Julliard, and, even if we'll not leave under the same roof, I'd feel better knowing that I could see her more than two times each year. And – she paused – I'd feel better knowing I left my people in good hands"

"If I promise to behave around Cho, and that I'll not drive him too mad, will you accept?" Patrick went on his knees, and, taken her hands in his ones, begged her with the puppy dog eyes, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Idiot – she told him, not even caring to whisper, just to turn to her boss before to remove her hands with force from his owns- yes"

Month three

"Patrick, I'm not trying to seduce you."

"Allow me to disagree, since you are using my naked chest as a pillow"

"I always use your naked chest as a pillow, since you always sleep whit your chest naked. Besides, even if you didn't, I'd use you naked chest as pillow right now because I did seduce you. Even if I'm not sure you can say that you've been seduced, when it's your wife doing the seducing"

"I'd say yes, but, in our case, I'm not sure. You, more like seducing, you… violate and abuse me. I mean, look at what you do, you literally jump on me, making my clothes in pieces, you force me on our living room's carpet… do you know that I'll never be able to look at this carpet in the same way?"

"Sure, because you'll daydream about me here every time your eyes will meet it. Besides – she said kissing his jaw - I didn't you hear complaining"

"My shirt did, though."

"You just lost a couple of buttons. Tomorrow morning, before to go to work, your shirt will be as good as new, but first…"

"Yes, my dear?" He grinned with a knowing look while his hands wondered under the covers, along the curves of her body that was already showing a bit.

"Is round two already likely?"

"Teresa, my dear, you should have more faith in your abilities..."

"Is that so?" she asked him amused, while he started to kiss her neck, tickling her stomach at the same time.

"Yeah, you are a great performer, but I'd love you even more if you could promise me to leave my couch alone this time..."

"I'm not sure I can do this promise – a kiss – after, if I'll be able to resist you is your concern – another one – it's not my fault if I find you so – another kiss – handsome… charming… sexy… intriguing… smart… funny… and desirable…"

"Compliment me like this and I'll allow you to get rid of our clothes wherever you want"

"Deal" she answered, sealing the promise with a passionate kiss, thinking how easy it was to convince him to do as she wished.

"I knew you were trying to seduce me- he said serious, low and sexy voice, while his blue eyes were trapped into her green ones – you know, I just remembered a certain CBI agent once promised her handsome… charming… sexy… intriguing… smart… funny… and desirable… consultant she'd allow him to handcuff her divine naked body to their bed…"

"Well, first – she said seductively while drawing invisible patterns on his chest with her nails- I'm not sure the consultant could make it to their bedroom, and second, the agent always follows rules, and it'd be improper use of a federal property…"

"Well, that consultant WANTS to make it to their bedroom, and, since he is incredibly persuasive…" Deciding it was time to get rid of that mental image, he lifted Teresa in his arms, waling her towards their bedroom, like the perfect caveman he could be…

Month four

"C'mon pal, say hi to your sister! – as Teresa laid in the bed with her stomach exposed and the cold liquid covering it to allow the ultrasound, Patrick giggled, his son on his knees, not caring if he was only one year old and maybe didn't understood it at all; he was their son, and they wanted to share this joy with him as well – c'mon, Luc, do it for daddy, say hi to Jules! Look as I do it!" he said showing his closed and then open hands, the children's way of saying hello with their hands.

"Still waiting for the day he'll be wrong?" Abby Kovatch had been promoted, not by their doctor, but by them. After going through the birth with her, they've decided to keep this woman as their doctor, hoping that, this time, she'd be available, differently from her mentor last time.

"I'm not sure I'll live long enough to see that day"

"You two hurt my feelings. Everybody knows I'm always right!" he faked disappointment, result in Luc's giggling, like the little boy could understand what was going on.

"It seems the day has come, Teresa – Abby paused, smiling, turning the monitor towards them – I'd suggest to give a look"

"Wow, I didn't see that coming" Patrick was pale and confused (while Luc kept giggling and clapping his hands).

"I didn't want to know the sex! – Teresa was mad, mad beyond reason, she really didn't want to know it this time as well, and then… then she turned to look at Patrick, who was pale and in silence, and she got scared – what's wrong with my baby?"

"Babies – he just said, bubbling the word a bit, paler and paler, collapsed in his chair – PJ is keeping company to Jules"

"What do you mean with PJ?"

"Twins, you are expecting twins." He said in shock.

"I got it the first time you said babies. My question was if you were crazy or what, because there's no way I'm allowing you to call our son Patrick Michael Jane Junior- PJ for short, quoting you."

"Luc agrees!" he said, faking again disappointment, since the baby boy was clapping his hands happy, pointing at the screen like it was the TV from home.

"We don't know if we'll have a boy and a girl – she said laughing, caressing the baby's blonde curls- you didn't even knew we were having twins until 5 seconds ago"

"Maybe I wanted to see your expression when you'd found it out. After all, I'm a great performer. How can you be so sure I didn't know it?"

"You know, sometimes I wonder why I married you…" as she said so in amusement, while Luc kept clapping in direction of the screen, they kissed.

Month five

"So, as you already know, I'm pregnant" Teresa was sitting on the sofa, all her family and friends gathered around her for the celebration of Luc's first birthday. She was a bit worried, but Jane's hand in her own was calming her down.

"There is a couple we'd like to share with you all, though" he ended the sentence for her, looking into her eyes, not daring to look at everybody else.

"You're having twins, I knew it! Wayne, pay!" Wow, Cho excited about getting money from Rigsby? It was really weird, even weirder than that fact that he knew they were having twins… wait a sec, Cho was sitting in his usual ice-man attire in front of them… who the hell…

"Mick!" Teresa put her hands on her hips, furious. How did he dare to do something like this?

"Ehy, it's not my fault if the guy always loses!"

"See, dad, I told you that it was a sure bet, you couldn't sloe this one!" Annie said with an expression that remembered to Teresa Jane's pones. The girl was spending a way too much time with her uncle, and it wasn't safe. He was turning her into… well, there was a reason he called her "mini-me".

"Yes, I'm having twins, but what I wanted to tell you was…" she started, even if exasperation was clear in her voice. Mick, Jayne and Anne gathered against her… it wasn't healthy!

"She'll take over Hightower's position starting after maternity leave!"

"Jane, I wanted to tell them!"

"What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine, and your news is mine as well – he paused and turned to look at the others – and we'd like to tell you all, with the exception of Mick and Claire and Annie and Tony who already know, that… - he paused again – first door at the left of the stairs.- As he said so, Teresa send him a questioning glare, and in tat second, Grace left in a hurry the room, going into the room Patrick had indicated her (the bathroom), like his words had triggered something, or like he knew it – Wayne, I think you should know I'll not allow your son near Jules"

"Well, you can bet I'll never leave Stacy near Lucas or..."

"PJ, it is Patrick Junior, while your son would be?"

"Scott"

"Well, Scott will never date Jules!"

"Grace's pregnant? – Teresa asked in disbelief, gaining as answer Wayne's uncomfortable nod, and, as soon Grace Come back, the future head of the CBI reacted as Claire once had – you're pregnant! We'll be pregnant together! We'll go shopping for and with the babies! You're still come to the wedding, right?"

"You and Jane are getting married again, that's wonderful!"

"January the 8th!"

"Of course I'll come!"

"My god, we could become in laws one day!"

"Scott will not touch my Juliet!"

"And neither PJ nor Lucas will touch my Stacy!"

Month 6

"Twins, I still can't believe it, it's just so unreal..." she said, laid in the back, while casually playing with his curls.

"I'm really getting old – he grinned, smiling against the skin of Teresa's neck as he come back on his side, looking at her – if, one year ago, I'd kissed your neck just like I did, you'd be whispering "Patrick" begging me to go further…"

"I can't believe I'm going to marry you in the holy bound of marriage" she whispered half serious, lifting her eyebrows a little while kissing his chin and drawings invisible lines on his naked chest.

"You know you love me" he whispers with that tone full of humor; lost in the sight of Patrick in bed near her, looking at the now prominent belly, Teresa took a big breath, thinking how much he was enjoying that, being married, and being a father, something she'd never thought possible. For a long part of their knowledge, she had really though Patrick Jane was a man broken behind repair, never she thought he could have been able to find happiness again (especially not with her, it was a thought she had dismissed even for her dreams).

"Are you never sick of being so full of yourself?" she asked him jokingly, her words broken by her laughter, since he had decided to tickle her again.

"Nah, I'm kind of in love with myself as well, do you know? And since you broke my poor heart and I'm quite cold, I think I'll have to ask for my shirt back…"

"Forget it, Blondie; you'll have to take it off form me with the brute force" she said suggestively, still laughing because he wasn't giving up the torture (and she wondered how Lucas could sleep, just in the next room, with her laughing that much)

"Glad to oblige, woman!"

Month seven

"Are you two having fun?" Teresa asked once she walked inside the kitchen, where Wayne and Patrick were sitting drinking beer and sharing stories about their pregnant wives, in a manner similar to the time Patrick found himself talking with Mick what seemed a long time ago.

"I was wondering, Grace and I would like to ask you for Lucas for the weekend. She'd like to have a kid at home for a couple of days, said I have to make practice, and you'll have a couple of days on your own before the twins' birth…"

"Oh, please, like she'd wait for our son to be away to jump on me…"

"Jane!" she cried getting redder and redder in face, whishing again, after a long time, to disappear.

"Ok, you know what? I so don't need to know this about you and the boss! – Wayne, defeated hands in surrounding, left his spot, and, jacket again on, was about to leave from the backdoor, when he stopped and turned to face Jane – and, by the way, I used to watch The Guardian, and you so are Simon baker's twin!"

He quickly went away, closing the door at his back; once outside, he heard just 3 noises: something of glass or porcelain hitting the door he just used, "Jane" cried with his boss' voice, and something else breaking, this time, it seemed, in direction of Jane…

Month eight

"Do you think we should call it off? I mean, look at me, I'm huge…" she said at crossed arms, extremely exasperated, in the half-obscurity of their bedroom. The night talk while pregnant was definitely something Teresa loved so much, and the poor man, no longer suffering from insomnia, had to walk as a living dead all day long because she kept him awake to talk, talk and talk again…

"Teresa, I know you preferred with Lucas, when you barely showed, but, please, you're not huge, believe me. You look like someone who's giving birth to a baby, like in one…"

"A giant baby with two heads, you mean" she hissed, giving him her back. Oh, lord. Hormones were back in action…

"Our babies don't have two heads, they are going to have two distinct body, ok?- he messed with her hair like he did with Annie, and Teresa was getting really annoyed with him; her patience was at the limit, and he kept behaving like a child, or, when he wasn't, he was acting like she was the actual baby… - now, come back to sleep, and remember that in a month time Mick will walk towards me in a church, like you've always wanted, ok?"

Month nine

"Are you excited? Because I am!" he said as a kid, that light of amusement, pure amusement, there. Teresa froze for an instant; the man was really unbelievable, he behaved as he was going to play one of his antics to chase a criminal or something like that. A part of her, sometimes, wondered why she'd managed to last that long with a man like that… besides the uncanny love she had for him (and the fact that she secretly enjoyed how much he adored and worshipped her). He took a big breath, kissed her tummy and gently tapped over her skin, like to make the children aware of the presence of their father.

"It's just renewing our vows, Patrick. We're already married" she said with her carefree attitude (an attitude she had for him and him only, and only when they were both calm and quiet like that), playing with his curls. It was an habit she had took while expecting Lucas; it was true she had done that simple action before, when they were dating or when they were together, but it was different; first, it was, well, quite a thing of lust, but now it was somehow reassuring; there were days when she woke up in the middle of the night, and looked for him in their bed, wondering if it had been a dream or if it was real…

"I'm hurt, you know. You should be excited, getting married to me again…"

"Patrick Jane, modesty is your middle name!" she joked lightly, giving a quick kiss to his head. She'd always enjoyed the way he smelled (not the first aftershave, though; that one, the one he couldn't' find, had met the bin because she couldn't stand the smell of it).

"Actually, Michael is my middle name"

"Patrick?" she whispered sweetly, inhaling a bit more of his scent, taking everything in.

"Yes love of my life?"

"I'm not going to show you the dress – she said with a sweet tone, but still joking and having fun (unbelievable, Patrick Jane bran joy in her life! She was sure that, had she managed to time-travel back of few years, her younger self wasn't going to believe her)- also because, knowing you, you've already managed to spot it somehow"

"Maybe, maybe not"

"You're unbelievable" she said, faking annoyance, remembering the time she had told him the very same thing, years ago, when he was making his injuries look like they were worse to convince her to look after him, making her smile at the memory, remembering the time she realized she was really in love with him and wanted it to last.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that's the reason you love me, right? – he smiled at her, and, then, kissed again the belly, massaging it, looking at her like he was worshipping this woman and the children she was carrying – Good night Jules – he gave another kiss, another adoring look – Good Night PJ – and then he kissed her, on the lips, a quick kiss, the ones she had always loved – good night Mrs. Jane"

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep here? – she said taking him for the collar – I'd not mind, really"

"The groom and the bride can't share the same house the night before to get married, and I'm going to maintain this tradition – he said quietly and seductively (Teresa didn't know why, but everything this man did, it screamed sexy…) – I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be the one waiting for you at the aisle…. And you two.. – he said giving a last kiss to the babies, ready to go to say hi to Lucas in his room - I'll see you in 3 weeks."