I do not own Rizzoli and Isles or its characters.
It was a gorgeous summer Saturday in Boston, and Jane found herself thanking God once again that the work week had come to an end. Their investigation of the murder of a young, single mother had been especially taxing on both Jane and Maura as they watched her two-year-old son be taken by Social Services. Jane sighed as she thought of the little boy, hoping he would find a loving family very soon.
It was at this thought that she returned her attention to her own loving family. While she was lounging by their in-ground pool, Maura was busy entertaining their daughter in the water. A mile-wide smile stretched across Jane's face as she observed the two, Sophia in her frilly, pink bathing suit and held up by a baby floater, Maura, in her designer two-piece, pulling her slowly around the pool's shallow end. Every now and then, the young girl would make a splash with her hands or feet, effectively messing up her mother's hair. Her subsequent giggles only proved that she was, indeed, Jane's child.
Maura, hearing Jane's chuckles from the pool deck, turned to look at her wife.
"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" she said mockingly.
"No, no, not at all, but I think Soph does!" Jane broke out laughing, her daughter imitating her.
Maura flicked out her hand to splash some water toward Jane, narrowing her eyes.
"And when are you coming in to join us, mama? You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sophia?"
Jane groaned in protest until her little girl clapped happily.
"Yeah! Mama!"
Jane's grimace turned into a grin.
"Well, that settles that then, doesn't it?"
Taking off her athletic shorts, Jane eased herself into the pool to join her family. The water was constantly kept at a warm temperature, one of the luxuries of Maura's wealth and an expense Jane had deemed low-key enough to be allowed.
Her feet gliding along the porcelain of the pool's floor, she drifted toward her wife, leaning in to kiss her quickly before taking over Sophia's floatie.
"Hey there, sunshine," Jane said, grinning at her daughter and tickling her exposed tummy.
Sophia giggled, one of her mother's favorite sounds.
"Hi mama! You swim with me!"
"You've got it, baby. You know what I think?" Jane lowered to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in toward her toddler.
"What, mama?" Sophia's smile was bright with the promise of her mother's antics.
"I think mommy's much too dry. I think we should go get her."
Maura, resting with her eyes closed against the edge of the pool, couldn't hear Jane's plans.
Sophia splashed excitedly. "Yeah! We go get mommy!"
Jane laughed as she steered her daughter in the direction of her wife, making comical engine sounds as they moved through the water quickly. Maura, however, opened her eyes in response to their noise just in time to move away, initiating a chase. The backyard was alive with laughter and Maura's shouts of protests.
Finally, Jane and Sophia caught hold of their target, Jane easily tackling her into the water. Maura soon resurfaced, soaking wet and looking deadly.
"Jane Rizzoli…I am going to get you back so well for this."
"Is that a threat or a promise, sweetheart?" Jane asked innocently, a coy grin on her face.
Maura slapped her arm gently and focused her attention on her daughter, who was, unsurprisingly, still laughing. Anyone who knew their little girl would swear they had never met a happier baby.
"Oh, you just think this is all so funny, don't you, Sophia? Why are you so mean to your mommy?" Maura was teasing, but the little girl, like her mother, tended to take these things literally at times.
Sophia's face fell and she murmured "I sorry, mommy. I love you."
Maura planted small kisses on the girl's face.
"Aww, baby, I love you, too, mommy was just joking."
Immediately consoled, Sophia turned to Jane.
"Mama, I go jump now?"
Jane laughed. Sophia had been a daredevil since she could crawl, and loved jumping into the pool (or, more specifically, her mother's arms). Though Maura didn't always approve, Jane would never deny her little girl anything.
Wrapping one arm around Maura and using the other to push Sophia to the pool's edge, she counted her blessings once again.
"Yeah, baby, let's go."
Thanks for reading. I'm pretty sure these will all be pointless fluff pieces, and I hope you enjoy them