A/N: This chapter is a bit lengthy, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you so much for the fic love. It really does brighten my day. :)

Hannah and Emma knew they had very limited time before Jane and Maura were back at the house. The two of them had ended up staying longer at the cabin due to the weather and now that they had returned there were errands to catch up on. It all seemed so mundane to Hannah, but she was thrilled to see how happy her moms were to go grocery shopping and home goods shopping as a married couple. Now that Jane and Hannah had moved into Maura's house, there were a few things they had to pick up. Although Hannah thought shopping was boring, she never passed up the opportunity to spend time with her moms, but that evening was different. It had been over a week since she had seen Emma and all she wanted was to spend time alone with her.

Emma was resting her head on Hannah's shoulder and all Hannah could think about was how much she wanted to kiss her. Emma looked nothing like the popular girls and dressed nothing like them, but Hannah still thought she was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

"We have the house to ourselves," Hannah said as she held onto Emma. "I—I didn't meant it like that."

"Like what?" Emma asked.

"Nothing, I'm just rambling," Hannah responded. "I missed you."

"I've missed you, too."

"Is that the sweater your grandma made for you?" Hannah asked. "It's so soft and it even keeps me warm when I hold you."

"Yes," Emma responded. "It's my favorite garment other than your letterman jacket."

"I love the way my jacket looks on you," Hannah told her. "You look so beautiful and when you wear it everyone knows you're my girlfriend. I have something to tell you, babe."

"What?" Emma asked. "Oh, don't keep me waiting."

"Once the paperwork is finished and my last name has been changed, my moms are going to get my new last name embroidered on the jacket."

"Lovely!" Emma told her. "Hannah Grace Rizzoli. I love the sound of that."

Hannah gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How about Emma Maureen Rizzoli?"

"Each day brings us closer to me being your wife," Emma told her. "I can't wait until I'm Mrs. Rizzoli, just like Maura is. Marriage looks so wonderful on Maura. She's absolutely glowing."

"She's already made Ma take on the stereotypical husband role," Hannah explained. "Mom knows how to fix things, but she made Ma fix the hinges on the door. She had her wearing a tool belt and everything. It was hilarious."

"Jane wearing a tool belt," Emma said dreamily. "When we have our own apartment, you're going to be my Mrs. Fix-It. Maybe you should start practicing now."

"There's something else I want to start practicing now," Hannah told her. Before Emma could completely grasp what was happening, Hannah had begun to kiss her on her neck.

"Darling, why are you kissing me there?" Emma asked. "My lips aren't on my neck."

"I know," Hannah giggled. "Do you want me to stop? If you want me to stop, I can stop. I never want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"No, I don't want you to stop," Emma responded. "This feels heavenly."

Hannah continued to kiss Emma, but the kissing soon turned into nibbling. Hannah started to feel something within herself that she had never felt before. There were things she wanted to do to Emma, but she wasn't quite sure what exactly. Was there some definitive action that was supposed to occur? Was she already pushing the limits? When Hannah's gentle nibbling turned into a combination of biting and sucking, Emma quickly pulled away.

"Hannah, we need to stop," Emma insisted.

"Why?" Hannah asked.

"Because I feel myself tingling," Emma informed her. "I feel a tingling sensation and I'm not sure why."

"Me, too," Hannah told her. "It's weird."

"How about if we kiss on the lips instead?" Emma asked nervously. "Maybe that will make this stop."

Hannah felt a sense of relief. "Good idea." Their next kisses were as innocent as any they had shared prior to that evening, but the new sensation Hannah was feeling still hadn't left her. "This isn't helping, Em."

"I know," Emma said worriedly. "Should we ask Jane and Maura how to get rid of this feeling?"

Hannah's eyes grew wide. "What? No way!" She wasn't quite sure what was happening to her body, but she knew it wasn't something she wanted to ask her moms about.

"But Maura's a doctor," Emma pointed out. "She knows all about the human body. What if we've come down with an illness? What if it's contagious? I could have something manifesting within me and I might have passed it on to you. Oh, Hannah, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you ill. You know that wasn't my intention."

"Calm down, babe," Hannah insisted. "There's no need to panic. Everything is going to be okay. I promise." But the moment Hannah heard the front door open, she knew nothing was going to be okay.

"Girls," Jane called out. "Come to the kitchen. Maura and I need your opinion on something."

"Oh, no!" Emma gasped as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the way out.

"What?" Hannah asked worriedly. "What's going on?"

"Look at the pigment of my skin where you were biting me," Emma pointed out. "I'm becoming discolored."

She knew she had become lost in the moment while she was nibbling on Emma's neck, but she hadn't realized she had become that lost. Hannah couldn't help but giggle. "Babe, it's a hickey."

"A hickey?" Emma asked. The confused expression on her face made Hannah want to kiss her, but she knew it wasn't the right time.

"It's a mark you get when someone nibbles on your neck," Hannah tried to explain.

"Is it unbecoming of me to have these marks?" Emma asked. "Should I hide this?"

"Yes! Hide it from my parents. Hide it from yours. Hide it from every adult you see."

"If I'm supposed to hide this mark, what is the purpose of giving and receiving hickeys?"

"Not now, Em," Hannah groaned. "Just put your scarf on and let's go see what my moms needed."

Hannah and Emma took a few seconds to calm their nerves before making their way from Hannah's bedroom to the kitchen. Hannah had wanted to hold Emma's hand, but even the slightest bit of affection seemed as if it could give away what they had been doing. But if I don't hold her hand, will my mom's be suspicious? Hannah didn't want to take that risk, so she held on to Emma's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Finally," Jane teased. "Don't tell me geometry homework is too exciting to leave behind."

"But it is," Emma insisted. "We have a test the day we return from winter break and there's no such thing as too much studying. I love geometry. I don't love it as much as I love calculus and statistics, which is why I can't wait to be a senior. Oh, and the science classes we'll finally be able to take after freshman year. I'm especially looking forward to biology next year. Hannah and I are hoping to get into the same class so we could be lab partners. It'll be ever so much fun. This year isn't too horrid, though. I enjoy our intro to physical science class. We're building marble launchers soon. I've never built one before and—"

"Emma, are you okay?" Jane asked.

"Yes," Emma answered. "Sometimes, I get overly excited while on the subject of academia."

Hannah noticed her moms exchange glances. This is it. We're busted.

Maura made her way over to Emma and started fidgeting with her scarf. "I remember when this belonged to your mother. She bought it during an impromptu shopping trip while we were freshmen." Hannah had expected more to the story until she realized that was just an excuse to touch Emma's scarf. "If you'd like, I could show you how she used to tie this."

"Thank you, but I really must decline," Emma said nervously.

Without paying attention to what Emma told her, Maura loosened the knot on Emma's scarf to reveal the mark that Hannah had left on her. "Babe, what does this look like to you?"

When Jane approached Emma and looked intently at Emma's neck, Hannah felt her heart start racing. Her moms knew exactly what that mark was and Hannah knew that they knew. Not wanting to continue Jane and Maura's torturous game, Hannah decided to confess. "It's a hickey, okay? We were in my room. I gave her a kiss on the neck and things got out of hand. We didn't have sex or anything like that. It's just one little mark. I'm sorry. Can we please just stop this?"

"Both of you," Jane said as she glared at them. "Sit!" Hannah and Emma were too frightened to say another word, so they sat down and waited for Jane and Maura to seal their fate.

Jane grabbed her wife's hand and led her to where she knew the girls couldn't hear them. As angry as she was with Hannah, she was even more disappointed. Sensing what her wife was feeling, Maura held Jane in a tight embrace in hopes that it would help calm her.

"I don't want to do this," Jane told her. "I don't want to punish Hannah."

"If you don't want to punish her, then don't punish her," Maura responded. "It's an insignificant little mark."

"That's not the point, Maura," Jane began. "If I let her get away with this, she'll start testing our limits. This time, it's just a hickey. What if they decide they want to have sex? Is that where we finally draw the line?"

"You've made your decision," Maura pointed out.

"Do you support me in this? I'm not going to tell her anything unless we're in agreement. We're both her moms, Maura, and you have just as much of a say in this situation as I do."

"I support you," Maura responded. "She's our little Hannah, but she's also a teenager and their needs to be consequences for her behavior."

Although this situation wasn't what they were hoping to encounter on their first day home, Jane couldn't help feeling as if she and Maura had reached a milestone in their marriage. Together, they had made a decision as a responsible parental unit. When they returned to the kitchen, Hannah and Emma were sitting perfectly still and Jane wondered if they had moved so much as a muscle while they were gone.

"Emma, I'm going to drive you home now," Maura told her. "We need to have a talk with your parents."

"Oh, Maura, please don't tell them," Emma begged.

"Emma Maureen Ackerman," Maura said sternly. "You're not getting away with this. Jane and I trusted both of you and both of you betrayed our trust. It isn't fair if Hannah is the only one who is punished for this."

"Okay," Emma said and gave Hannah a goodbye hug. "I love you my sweet Hannah bear. I'll be thinking about you. Promise you'll think of me, too."

"I promise," Hannah told her. "I promise I'll think of you day and night. I love you so much."

"You'll see each other in school on Monday," Jane cut in. "It's not like one of you is leaving the country."

"I can't see her until Monday?" Emma asked. "We might as well be living in different countries. How will I survive? I've already gone a week without her. I can't survive another day. Please don't make me endure such a cruel fate. I'll perish, Jane. I'll simply perish."

Emma's reactions were making Jane want to laugh, but she knew she couldn't. She had to be firm, regardless of how cute her daughter and her daughter's girlfriend were.

Once Emma and Maura had left, Jane suggested they move to the living room. Hannah was going to receive a lecture, but Jane hated the sight of her daughter looking so frightened and uncomfortable. "I assume you know you're grounded," Jane began. "You're grounded for a month and no phone or PS3 for two weeks."

"I figured as much," Hannah told her. "Ma, I'm really sorry."

The sound of desperation in her daughter's voice caused Jane to ease up on her. She imagined Hannah's birthmother and Jane wanted to be nothing like her. Regardless of what she did, Jane still loved her. "I know you're sorry, but there still needs to be consequences for all of this. Your mom and I trusted you and although you shouldn't have given Emma a hickey, what's worse is that you lied to us when we trusted you two to be home alone. It's not going to be easy to earn back that trust."

"I know," Hannah said sadly. "What's weird is I don't even know why I did it."

Jane tried not to snicker. "I have a pretty good idea why you did it, which is why we need to talk. You're growing up, Hannah, and you're noticing girls, which is perfectly normal. It's also normal—when you have a girlfriend—to want to…to…it's normal to—"

"To want to do things with her?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah," Jane responded. She wasn't certain which terminology to use, so she was relieved when Hannah finished the sentence for her. "It's normal to want to do things with her and although it's normal that doesn't mean you should do anything at such a young age. You're only fourteen, Hannah, and sex isn't as glamorous as it seems in movies and in books. There are so many risks and things you have to consider, which is why it's important to wait until you're mature and—"

"Ma, it's okay," Hannah said as she put her hand on Jane's arm to keep her from continuing. "I can tell this is painful for you."

"I didn't think it was that obvious," Jane said jokingly.

"It's very obvious," Hannah told her. "But it's okay. Emma and I aren't going to have sex any time soon. We don't know how and even if we did that wouldn't change anything. We're saving ourselves for marriage."

"Good," Jane said, finally feeling relieved.

"Can I have a hug?" Hannah asked.

"Of course you can have a hug," Jane told her. As she hugged her daughter, Jane had to prevent herself from crying. Her little girl was growing up, but there was still a sense of innocence about her that Jane wanted to protect.

"I love you, Ma."

"I love you, too, Hannah."

"I know you're punishing me, but you two are still the best moms ever and I love you both so much."

Jane stayed with Hannah until Maura came home. With everything that had happened that evening, Jane wanted nothing more than to go to bed with Maura by her side.

They went about their usual routine: brushing their teeth, removing their makeup, changing into their pajamas. What had once seemed so mundane brought Jane so much comfort now that she was partaking in these pre-bedtime activities with her wife. Maura was without even the slightest stitch of makeup and her runway-ready ensemble had been replaced by pajamas, but none of that made Jane any less attracted to her. She loved her wife and she felt privileged to be able to see Maura's natural side, which Jane thought was Maura at her most beautiful.

"Jane?" Maura asked.

"Hmm?" Jane responded. She was already half-asleep, so Maura felt guilty for trying to wake her. Their day hadn't turned out as planned, so Maura knew it was better to let her wife rest. Instead of attempting to have a conversation, Maura draped Jane's arm over her and tried to make herself comfortable.

"I'm ovulating tomorrow," Maura whispered to her, but there was no reaction from Jane. Her wife was fast asleep, but Maura just couldn't keep that bit of information to herself although her wife wasn't aware of what she had just said.

In the few days before they were married, Jane and Maura had found their donor. He was a friend of theirs and the three of them had once joked about David being the 'father' of their baby, but the more Jane and Maura spent time with him the more they realized how perfect he was. There were no awkward threesome jokes from him or even the suggestion of conceiving their baby in such a manner like Jane and Maura had worried while making a list of possible donors. Maura had known David since she had accidentally bumped into him and spilled her coffee on one of his textbooks during her first year in medical school. They became friends after that moment and he had since gone on to become a reproductive endocrinologist. As her friend and an expert in the field, he was going to keep tabs on Maura throughout her pregnancy and answer any questions they might have. Jane and Maura felt secure in their decision to use David as their donor, but Jane still had her insecurities about her role in what was going to happen tomorrow.

There was already a sample stored for them and David offered to have a colleague perform the procedure for them, but Jane and Maura declined. Although Jane couldn't impregnate Maura, herself, they still wanted their baby to be conceived in the most loving way possible. Instead of being in a clinic with Maura donning a hospital gown, Jane wanted something special. She wanted to create a romantic atmosphere in their bedroom and spend the entire night spoiling Maura.

Baby Rizzoli was going to be conceived through Jane and Maura making love to each other as only two women in love could. What they would experience in less than twenty-four hours was going to be beautiful and, for Maura, it served as a way of further strengthening the unbreakable bond she had with Jane.