Once a week, Jane, Maura, and Hannah gathered around the kitchen table for what they affectionately called the Baby Rizzoli meeting. The meetings were Hannah's idea and Jane and Maura agreed to them so Hannah could feel connected to the baby. She was going to be Baby Rizzoli's big sister and Jane and Maura knew that was an extremely important job.

"I officially call our Baby Rizzoli meeting to order," Hannah said as she banged a squeaky toy that belonged to Jo Friday. The sound of her toy made the terrier start to bark and Jane had to give her a treat to calm her down.

"What size is our little one, babe?" Jane asked as she stroked Maura's back.

"At week eight, Baby Rizzoli is the size of this raspberry," Maura announced. She grabbed a raspberry that she had set aside and placed it in Jane's hand.

"Our baby is still so tiny," Jane said as she held the raspberry between two of her fingers. "It's hard to believe how much he or she is going to grow in the next few months."

"Does he or she still have a tail?" Hannah asked, which made her moms laugh.

"It's almost gone," Maura told their daughter. "But the baby still has webbed fingers and toes."

"Eww, gross," Hannah said and wrinkled her face.

"Babe, I think you're giving birth to a reptile," Jane added.

"Reptile Rizzoli," Hannah told them. "I like the sound of that. What else is happening?"

"Her upper lip is protruding and her tiny little nose is forming," Maura explained. Instead of using technical terms, Jane loved how Maura explained the baby's development in a way Hannah would understand. "And her heart is beating one hundred fifty times per minute!"

"Is that good or bad?" Hannah asked.

"Baby Rizzoli is doing just fine," Maura told her. "My doctor said we have nothing to worry about. In early October, you'll have your new little brother or sister."

"And we will never sleep again," Jane added.

"Not true," Hannah told her. "When Baby Rizzoli becomes a teenager like I am, you'll have no need to check on him or her at night anymore and you'll finally be able to sleep."

"That's what you think," Jane pointed out. "I still check on you at night."

"You do?" Hannah asked.

"I do," Jane told Hannah as she ruffled her daughter's hair. "You may be in high school, but I still check on you to make sure you're covered and able to sleep. I like knowing you're safely in your bed and, just so you know, I'm probably not going to stop doing that until you go away to college. Even when you go to college, I'm going to call you every night before bed to make sure you're safe."

"What about when I'm married?" Hannah asked.

"Even when you're married," Jane told her.

"What about when I'm badass Officer Hannah Rizzoli in a few years?"

"Especially when you're a cop," Jane insisted. "Your mom and I will see you all the time. And if not us, you'll see your grandma or your Uncle Frankie at the station. There's really no escaping us, Hannah."

"Remind me to work in Cambridge," Hannah said sarcastically.

"Babe, are you sure you didn't give birth to her?" Maura teased.

"What about when I'm a detective?" Hannah asked just to make sure.

"Hannah Grace Rizzoli, I'm keeping an eye on you until the day I die," Jane began. "And after that, I'll make sure to haunt you."

"Thanks, Ma," Hannah said with a confused look on her face. "I don't know if I should feel safe or terrified now. Just don't haunt me while I'm making sweet love to Emma."

Jane was so caught off guard that she spit out the water she was drinking. "Hannah!"

"I win this round," Hannah said before taking off to her room.

"Get ready! We're leaving in half an hour!" Jane shouted in hopes that her daughter could hear her over the sound of her door closing and a One Direction song blaring from her iPod speakers.

With their daughter preoccupied, Jane grabbed Maura's hand and led her to their bedroom. At eight weeks, Maura hadn't begun to show, but there were parts of her body that Jane couldn't help noticing. She had that pregnancy glow that everyone talked about. Jane had never noticed or cared to notice a pregnancy glow on a woman before, but on Maura it looked absolutely beautiful. Jane's libido had begun to work in overdrive and there was nothing she could do to satisfy her nearly animalistic lust for Maura. Jane had an insatiable sexual appetite and she wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy glow, the fact that Maura was carrying their baby, or Maura's engorged breasts. In a matter of a few weeks, Maura had gone up an entire cup size and Jane was eager to reap the benefits.

Far too worked up for foreplay, Jane went to work on removing her wife's blouse, but she was met with more resistance than she had hoped. "Are you going through puberty?" Maura asked.

"No?" Jane responded. Her answer sounded more like a question now that her wife's arms were crossed over her chest.

"There's more to me than my breasts," Maura pointed out.

"I'm not just after your breasts," Jane insisted. "I'm after other parts of you, too."

"Such as?"

"C'mon, Maura," Jane groaned. "They're so full and…"

"Jane?"

"Yes?"

"My eyes are up here," Maura said sternly. "I've noticed you haven't looked into them in awhile."

"I'm sorry," Jane told her. "I'm just a little…excited…right now. Pregnancy looks sexy on you, Maura."

"No, I'm sorry," Maura said as she cuddled up to her wife. "I hate depriving you. It's not good when Jane Rizzoli goes without. You get very restless and you spend hours doing weight-training and cardio. I've noticed the definition in your body, which makes it even more difficult for me to say no to you. You have pent-up sexual tension and you have no idea how badly I want you to release that all over me."

Jane tried to forget what her wife had just said. "Please don't talk like that. You aren't helping."

"I'm trying not to talk in that manner," Maura admitted. "I want to have sex just as badly as you do, but between the exhaustion and the nausea and my breasts aching, it's not possible right now."

"Okay," Jane said before kissing her on the cheek. "Maura, I understand. I'm your wife and I'm going to love you regardless. Intimacy isn't just about sex. There are still ways for us to bond as a married couple."

Maura smiled for the first time since they entered their bedroom. "How?"

"There was a once a time when all we'd do is kiss," Jane reminded her. "We'd even try different techniques for kissing."

"We could do that," Maura said as she leaned in to kiss her wife. Jane had her eyes closed in anticipation until she heard the sound of her wife nearly leaping off the bed and running to the bathroom. With the door still wide open, Maura began to vomit excessively.

"Babe?" Jane asked.

"Plug your ears," Maura commanded. "I don't want you to hear me vomit."

"I'm your wife," Jane pointed out. "For better or worse, sickness and health, and all of that. Can I at least get you a clip or a rubber band to hold your hair back? Or I could close the door if you want privacy."

"It's in my hair already," Maura sobbed. "I need to take a shower. Babe, bring my pajamas. I'm not leaving this house tonight."

"The silky pajamas," Jane said as she handed them over to Maura. "I know they're your favorite."

"Thank you, babe," Maura told her. "I'd kiss you, but that's not a good idea right now. I still have to brush my teeth."

"Do you need anything from the kit?" Jane asked. Just a few days after Jane found out Maura was pregnant, she made something she liked to call 'Maura's Morning Sickness Survival Kit.' Everything Maura needed was stored in a messenger bag that Jane slung over one of her shoulders whenever they were on the go. There were crackers, a water bottle, peppermint candy, and packets of instant lemonade, which usually helped ease her nausea. Whenever Maura was feeling the slightest bit queasy, Jane would come to her rescue with the survival kit.

"No, but I appreciate you offering. Jane?"

"Yes, my love?"

Maura flashed her a smile. "Enhanced morning sickness is often an indicator of multiples."

"Multiples?" Jane asked. "You mean twins, triplets, that sort of thing?"

"Yes," Maura told her. "It's a theory."

"Oh…yay," Jane said in a spurious tone of voice. The moment Maura stepped into the shower, Jane plopped herself down on their bed. Jane Rizzoli, you will never sleep or have sex again.

Exactly half an hour after Jane had told Hannah to get ready, Emma arrived at the Rizzoli household. Knowing her parents were preoccupied, Hannah kissed Emma right then and there in the living room.

"Let's go to my room," Hannah said a little too eagerly.

"I want to say hello to Jane and Maura first," Emma told her.

"That's not a good idea," Hannah pointed out. "Mom has morning sickness. What a deceptive name for it. There are times when she's sick in the evening like she is now. Ma is taking care of her, so they asked for a rain check for our double date, but Ma left me a twenty in case we want to order a pizza."

"I'm not hungry," Emma said nervously.

"Em, what's wrong?" Hannah asked. "You're shaking."

"I'm fine," Emma insisted. "Tell me about the baby. I still can't believe Maura is pregnant. I'm so excited for her. Does she have that pregnancy glow yet? Oh, I bet she does and I bet she looks beautiful. Pregnancy is such a wonderful time in a woman's life."

"Umm…I don't think so," Hannah said hesitantly. "Mom is kinda puking her guts out right now. What's so wonderful about that? I mean, babies are cool, but being pregnant seems like it sucks."

"You might feel differently about it when I'm pregnant with our very own Baby Rizzoli," Emma brought to her attention.

"Maybe," Hannah said playfully. "C'mon. Let's go to my room! My letterman jacket arrived today with the new embroidery and I want to see how it looks on you."

Once again, Hannah grabbed Emma's hand. Emma wasn't hesitant this time, but Hannah noticed she was still shaky.

"Babe, are you sure you're okay?" Hannah asked.

"I'm fine," Emma insisted.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asked when she noticed Emma lock the door.

"Just go with it," Emma told her. "I want you to lay down on your bed."

"Em—"

"No questions," Emma commanded.

Nothing was out of the ordinary for the two of them as Emma took a spot on the bed next to Hannah. It was how they slept the night Hannah was able to hold her in November, but Hannah sensed this was going to be anything but innocent.

Emma's hands weren't anywhere inappropriate and Hannah felt a sense of relief when Emma started to kiss her. This isn't different from any other time we've kissed. Why is she so nervous?

Hannah snapped out of her daydreaming when she felt Emma's tongue slowly enter her mouth. Okay, what is she doing? Hannah contemplated stopping her, but her rational mind stopped working when Emma started to gently pull her hair.

"Babe?" Hannah asked once Emma's head was resting on her chest. "What was that about?"

"Your fifteenth birthday is tomorrow," Emma reminded her. "I wanted to give you an early birthday gift. We can start open-mouth kissing now if you're okay with that."

"I'm more than okay with it," Hannah said excitedly. "I think this is the greatest moment of my life!"

"Open-mouth kissing is the greatest moment of your life?" Emma asked in disbelief. "What about the moment I became your girlfriend or the moment I said I'd wear your ring?"

"Those were good moments, too," Hannah told her. "Can we go back to making out now?"

"You're incorrigible!" Emma said angrily.

"Babe, are you PMS-ing?" Hannah asked jokingly. She had heard Jane ask Maura that question before and Maura had laughed it off and said something funny to her in return, but perhaps we aren't at that point in our relationship. Think, Hannah. The longer she took to get herself out of this situation, the longer she was subjected to Emma's death glare.

"I'm going home," Emma said as she grabbed her jacket. "Hannah Rizzoli, I hope you enjoy your kiss-less, girlfriend-less birthday tomorrow."

Once the front door slammed, Jane entered her daughter's bedroom. "What's wrong with Emma?" she asked.

"I think she broke up with me," Hannah told Jane. "But, it's Emma, so who can tell? She said for me to enjoy my kiss-less, girlfriend-less birthday tomorrow. I didn't even do anything, Ma. I just joked with her the way you and Mom joke around with each other."

Jane wrapped her arm around her daughter. "That's the problem," she told her. "You and Emma aren't your mom and me. Your mom knows how to put me in my place, but Emma is more sensitive than your mom is and you two are still learning each other. You're not some old, married couple like we are."

"So, what should I do? I don't want to lose her."

"You can either call her and apologize," Jane began. "Or you can make it up to her at school tomorrow. I know it's your birthday, but if you do something for her she'll really be surprised and it'll show her how much you care about her. It's Emma, why don't you write her a letter and slip it into her locker before school starts?"

"I can do that," Hannah said excitedly. "Ma?"

"What's up?"

"Are things with women always this difficult?"

"Jane!" Maura shouted from the master bedroom. "Make me some lemonade?"

"I hate to break it to you, Hannah, but this is the easiest it'll ever be."