Thank you to everyone who reads this. It does make it worth it that you are all enjoying my little moments of vocabulary vomit. I am a horrible proof reader and generally take very little time to write but when the idea hits on how I want to take something, then I put it down. I hope you enjoy this.

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"Teresa, will you come with me?"

"Where are we going?"

"If I tell you it's important, do I still have to tell you where?" Patrick asked with his best puppy eyes looking at her expectantly.

"Not if you buy me lunch. You know I'm eating for two now," Teresa responded with less bite than the words carried. She had been alternately enjoying and loathing the last month of doting Jane and figured that she could indulge him as he probably wouldn't let it rest.

Ever since the doctor visit, Jane would be less than 20 feet from her at all times. He anticipated her needs before she had them which was slightly unnerving and occasionally irritating. Van Pelt thought it was sweet the way he worried, and Cho just kept a cool eye out for any misbehaviour on Jane's part. Rigsby was too pre-occupied with his own newborn to notice much at all.

The team had taken news of her pregnancy well and were all doing their best to keep her work load to a minimum. Even Jane had pulled fewer stunts and that had decreased the paperwork immeasurably. Telling the team had been one of Jane's ideas.

Jane had just walked into work with his hand at her back as usual but it wasn't usual at all. He had made a "baby on board" sign and had stuck it surreptitiously to her back. Van Pelt was the first to notice the sign and had squealed in delight and hugged Teresa. Lisbon was finding that she didn't mind the hugs like she once would have. Cho just looked pointedly at Jane, the threat of screwing this up hanging heavy in the air. Jane just nodded in his direction, acknowledging the unsaid threat. Rigsby of course was ready to offer all the newborn clothes that he could as his own child would be out of them by then. After that it was business as usual but with a hovering overprotective consultant and field work to a minimum for her.

Wainwright just looked slightly disdainful when he was told about the pregnancy. Since Bertram didn't bounce either of them, there wasn't much that he could do but follow the protocol for a pregnant agent much to his distaste as everyone else seemed overjoyed for the unlikely couple.

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After lunch at the diner with the best blueberry pie, Lisbon noticed that Jane was quiet on the drive to wherever he was taking her. He kept fiddling with her fingers that he lightly held in his hand across the seat while he drove, almost absentmindedly. It was when they pulled in to the cemetery that Teresa became aware of the importance of what they were doing.

Pulling up to the curb, Patrick looked at Teresa and said, "I thought it was time you met them."

Walking up to the matching head stones, Jane gripped Lisbon's fingers harder than usual and his mouth in a firm line. This was important to him and he didn't want to screw it up.

"Hi Ang and Charlie. I don't know if you can hear me, but Teresa here has this wild notion that you might so I'm indulging her. I just wanted you to meet," Patrick whispered, his emotions trying to get the better of him as he clung even harder to Teresa's hand.

"She's good for me Ang. You would have liked her. We also should tell you that you will have a brother or a sister, Charlie. I know you always wanted one."

Patrick reached out and touched the cold stone with their names engraved on them as a few silent tears fell from his blue eyes. Teresa was unsure what to say so she decided to voice what she would like to tell them if they were in front of her.

"Hi Angela and Charlotte. I'm Teresa as you've guessed I'm sure. I just want to tell you that I will take care of Patrick and your Dad. I can see why you loved him Angela even though he can be a pain in the ass. And Charlotte, thank you for showing him how to be a dad. I'm sure your brother or sister will appreciate that. I'm glad I got to meet you."

Teresa wrapped her arms around Patrick's waist while they stood there just holding each other. The importance of his two families meeting not lost on the wounded man that dared to fall in love again. He started to believe he was the luckiest man in the world to have shared his life with two women who were so much better than him. There was no guilt just profound gratitude that they both had seen him as better than what he saw in himself. He was humbled by their faith in him.

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That night as they lay in bed, Patrick gently laid his head on Lisbon's slightly rounded tummy. He murmured to the life that they had created words that Teresa couldn't clearly hear. She just felt the love in them as they whispered across her flesh, her hands raking through his curls.

"Patrick?"

"Hmm?"

"I hope he has your curls. I can imagine running my fingers through them and him getting all huffy because his mother is being affectionate in front of his friends."

"I think she will have your hair colour. Two dark haired women to keep me in line."

"Why do you think it is going to be a girl?"

"I am just covering all the bases my dear. You always refer to the baby as a boy and I'm just making sure that if it's a girl, she has still felt loved," he said as he gently kissed her belly button and stretched up behind Teresa. He was big on spooning and rubbing her tummy, not that she minded. It was nice to feel as if she was the one being protected.

"I love you Patrick. Thank you for today."

"Thank you for meeting them. It felt like a full circle today, my past and my present and my future all in one place. Listen to me waffling on."

"I think it's sweet when you waffle. I also think that they'd be happy. Glad that the man that they loved didn't just give up. I'd be happy if I were them."

"Angela would have liked you, would have liked how you take very little crap off of me. Charlie, she would have been over the moon to have a baby in the house."

"Patrick, I want our child to know them too. This might be awful cheesy to say but without them, I wouldn't have you and that makes them important to all of us here."

He just wrapped his arms around her tighter, and nodded against her neck, the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

He was definitely a lucky man.