Jane smiled for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, gripping Maura's hand tightly as they made their way down the wooden, sand-covered steps. The beach their destination, they had departed from the hotel room in a fit of laughter as they thought of Angela at home, awaiting their return home and heckling customers of the café in a misguided displacement of her anxiety. Maura had made the comment that they needed to send her a postcard the next day.

Florida was treating the couple well. The sun had already bronzed their skin in the three days they had been in Naples. Their mood had shifted with the weather, the escape from the chill of Boston's spring giving Jane and Maura a break from murder and mystery and granting them permission to delve into the bliss of each other.

As they celebrated their second wedding anniversary, Jane couldn't help but think that she had never been more in love.

They picked a spot on the beach, near enough to the shore but far enough that the tide didn't creep up on them. The sand was hot and Jane felt relief as she sat on her towel. She helped Maura settle between her legs, pulling her in so that her front pressed against her wife's back.

Gathering Jane's hands from behind her back, Maura rested them on top of her swollen stomach, covering them with her own. Jane leaned in to kiss the back of Maura's head lovingly.

"I'm so glad we decided to do this. I think we needed some time to ourselves."

Maura smiled. "This will be our last trip on our own without a little girl waiting for her mamas to come home."

They had just found out a few days before they left that they were, indeed, expecting a girl. Jane was reluctant at first about the prospect of pink and ballet and boy advice, but Maura had quickly swayed her opinion as they flipped through her childhood scrapbook. A tiny Maura, blond-haired and hazel-eyed, spouting off bits of information- that was what Jane saw. She couldn't remember wanting something more in her life besides Maura herself.

They sat contentedly, the ocean lulling their tired bodies into a calm, the sounds of families departing the beach for the night the background noise for their peace. As they watched the sun begin to set, Jane placed her lips just below Maura's ear, leaving light kisses over the sensitive skin. The doctor shivered.

With a bit of apprehension, Jane spoke.

"What do you think of the name Sophia?"

Maura rubbed circles over her tummy, sighing happily.

"I think…I think it's perfect."

"I heard a mom calling her kid earlier today at the market, and I couldn't get the name out of my head."

Maura turned to kiss Jane sweetly. She searched carefully for her next words.

"Sophia. Sophia…Grace?"

Jane's grin was uncontainable.

"Yeah, yeah. I love it. Sophia Grace Rizzoli." She nuzzled her face into the crook of Maura's neck. She couldn't remember ever being this happy. "It seems like just yesterday I asked you to marry me. Now, here we are, having a baby together."

"I know, I know."

And they were quiet once again, the sun dipping below the horizon until they were bathed in a soft purple light. Slowly, Maura stood.

"Come on," she implored, tugging Jane's hands to lift her from her position on the ground.

Normally, Jane would make a joke, a witty remark or a bit of sarcasm at Maura's sudden change of pace, but in this mood, she'd follow her wife to the ends of the earth, no questions asked.

Maura lead them both to the water, the waves breaking to a foam that tickled their feet. Jane glanced around and was surprised to see that the beach was nearly empty. The ocean floor around them was littered with seashells.

"Have you ever collected shells, Maur?" Jane said, pointing to the shallow water.

Maura shook her head. "Is…is there a point?"

Jane chuckled. "Course there's a point! It's fun! Look…"

They spent the next ten minutes battling the tide, trying to catch the most refined shells as they were taken back out to sea. Hands full, they returned to their towel and stowed their treasures in Maura's beach bag.

"Well, now that the moon is our only source of light, we should probably head back."

Jane watched as Maura turned back toward the ocean for the last time that night and brought her hand up to cover their baby. She smiled, of course.

"I want to bring her back here some day."

Wrapping her arms around her wife, Jane kissed Maura's neck. "I think that's a great idea. Then she can collect her own shells, teach her mommy how it's done."

Jane laughed softly when Maura lightly slapped her arm.

"You're terrible."

"You're beautiful."

Maura sighed. "Happy anniversary, Jane."