A/N: Another helping of fluff, because, sometimes, Jane and Hannah need to make everything better for their girls...

Like every morning, Hannah woke up to Jo Friday licking her face. The Rizzoli family's beloved terrier always found a comfortable sleeping space right next to Hannah. Before falling asleep, Hannah would give Jo Friday a kiss on the nose and, in return, Jo Friday would lick her face every morning when it was time for Hannah to get ready for school. Jo Friday was the perfect alarm clock, which thrilled Jane and Maura because it meant they never had any trouble getting Hannah out of bed.

Once Hannah's eyes were fully open, she noticed a bow tied around Jo Friday's neck with a little note card attached. "Happy Birthday, Hannah. Love, Jo Friday."

"Thanks, girl," Hannah said as she scratched her behind the ear. "I'm glad somebody loves me. Emma doesn't love me anymore."

When Hannah checked her phone, she saw text messages from friends wishing her a happy birthday and, as much as she appreciated them thinking about her on her special day, she wished there would have been something from Emma. Even on Facebook and Instagram, there wasn't a single post from Emma. On Valentine's Day, she posted a status update that read, "Hannah Rizzoli is my world now and forever. I am so fortunate to be her girlfriend." On Instagram, there was a picture of the two of them holding hands and the caption read, "Happy Valentine's Day to hannahbananarizzoli, the girl who holds my hand and my heart."

That was only three weeks ago, but Hannah felt as if a lifetime had passed. She wanted her dear Emma and there was no way she could have a happy birthday without her.

After dropping Hannah off at school, Jane stopped by the grocery store to pick up some green apples, a jar of peanut butter, a jar of fluff, and a bottle of chocolate syrup. The cashier looked at her as if she was crazy, but Jane didn't pay the least bit of attention. All she wanted was to hurry home to Maura.

Jane knew she had acted immaturely the night before and she wanted to make it up to Maura. Practically begging your uncomfortable, pregnant wife for sex, Jane? With that in mind, she decided to pick up some flowers for Maura on her way home. She had thought about getting her red roses, but she had decided on a pink daisy arrangement with a sign that said, "It's a girl!" Jane and Maura were weeks away from knowing the sex of their baby, but since Maura wanted a baby girl, Jane thought the sign might make her smile.

"Babe?" Jane called out as she opened the front door.

"I'm in the bedroom," Maura responded.

Jane was disappointed to see her wife still lying in bed. Maura in her pajamas past nine in the morning wasn't an uncommon sight lately, but that didn't make it any less heartbreaking for Jane to witness. Maura had severe morning sickness and they were both grateful there were only two to four more weeks left of this.

Jane grabbed a bottle of prenatal vitamins from their drawer and handed one of them to Maura. "I know you haven't taken your vitamin yet. Have you eaten?"

Maura examined the chewable vitamin before popping it in her mouth. The chewable vitamins weren't her first choice, but Jane insisted on them because they were supposed to help with her nausea. "I'm not helpless, Jane. I was able to make breakfast for myself."

"I could have made breakfast for you," Jane pointed out. When she saw the look on her wife's face, Jane realized she had missed the point entirely. "I know, I know. You're not helpless."

"I'm not helpless, but it's sweet that you care about me so much."

"I love you, Maura, and I love our baby. I'm sorry about how I acted last night."

Maura wanted to be held, so Jane quickly stripped down to her underwear and lied in bed with her wife. Cuddling was about all they could do with each other when Maura wasn't feeling well, but Jane no longer minded. It was still an intimate moment and she was going to cherish every second of it.

"I know you have a heightened sense of smell right now," Jane began. "So, I left the flowers I bought you in a vase on the kitchen table instead of bringing them in here."

"You bought flowers for me?" Maura asked. When she started to perk up, Jane knew she had made the right decision.

"They're pink daisies and there's a sign that says it's a girl," Jane told her. " I also bought everything you need to make peanut butter fluff apples with chocolate syrup on top. I know how you always crave those now. Your pregnancy cravings are starting early."

"Jane?"

"Yes?"

"We don't know if we're having a girl," Maura pointed out. "We won't know until my 20th week."

"But you want a girl," Jane told her. "I still want a boy, but you want a girl and, for you, I hope we have a girl. Do you have any names for her?"

Maura grabbed Jane's hand and started rubbing her palm. "How about Caitlyn?"

"Caitlyn Rizzoli," Jane recited. "I like the sound of that. If we have a boy, I was thinking of—"

"Carl Yastrzemski Rizzoli?" Maura asked.

"How did you know?"

Maura laughed as she squeezed Jane's hand. "I know you, Jane, and that will not be our son's name."

"I tried," Jane said before pulling Maura in for a kiss. "You can't blame me for trying."

Hannah had no grandiose gesture planned, but she was going to be straightforward with Emma. She wasn't sure if she had broken Emma's heart or what exactly had happened, but she knew there was no way she would give her up. Hannah's palms began to sweat as their lunch period approached. Her friends were already seated at the table and, although Emma was at the same table, she appeared to be in her own world. Hannah had wanted Emma to socialize, but Emma knew Hannah was the only person who understood her and, without Hannah, Emma looked out of place. She's so lost and alone. I need to make things right with her.

"Emma," Hannah said when she approached the table. "We need to talk."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Emma responded, but once Emma became teary-eyed, Hannah laced her fingers with Emma's and led her outside.

"My sweet girl," Hannah said as she hugged her. "You can cry on my shoulder if you'd like. Your Hannah bear is here."

"Oh, Hannah bear," Emma said through her sobs. "I'm not ready for any of this."

"Ready for what?" Hannah asked.

"Making out."

"Then let's not do that," Hannah told her. "I'm sorry for saying that was the greatest moment of my life. It really wasn't. I enjoyed it. I really did, but that's not the greatest moment of my life. There's not just one great moment of my life because every single second I'm with you is the greatest moment of my life. I'm your girlfriend, your Hannah bear, and you can talk to me if there's ever something bothering you. We're such a great couple because we're friends, too, just like my moms are. You're my bestest friend in the whole world, Emma, and I love you so much."

"Bestest isn't a word," Emma pointed out. "Regardless, I love you, too."

There was a nearby spot underneath a tree for the girls to sit, so Hannah once again led Emma away. Had it been summer, it would have been a beautiful moment for them, but in March the temperature was still low and Emma was getting cold. "Here," Hannah said as she draped her jacket over Emma's shoulders. "I've been wanting to see how this looks on you."

"But, you'll be cold," Emma said worriedly.

"I'm tough," Hannah told her. "You're my fair maiden and you need to be warm. I have an idea."

"What?" Emma asked.

Hannah wrapped her arms around Emma and pulled her in so she could hold her close. "Is that keeping you warmer?"

"I'm quite warm and comfortable now," Emma responded.

Hannah gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Me, too, but Em, if you aren't comfortable with making out, then why did you make out with me yesterday?"

"I don't know," Emma sighed.

"Yes, you do," Hannah insisted. "You always know."

"People make fun of us for being so innocent," Emma informed her. "I know you don't hear it, but I do. You're my girlfriend and I love you, but I just can't go all the way yet or even do anything remotely close to that. I still don't even know what we're supposed to do. It's easy for a guy and a girl because everyone knows—it's even on TV and movies, but what are two girls supposed to do? Perhaps if we ask Jane and Maura—"

"No!" Hannah interrupted. "That's so many types of weird. They're my moms and I don't want to know what they do in bed. As far as I'm concerned, they're completely celibate."

"Then what should we do?"

"To hell with whoever makes fun of us," Hannah told her girlfriend. "It's our relationship, not theirs. They're just jealous because we have a stronger connection and much more love for each other. They need sex and making out to feel validated by their boyfriends or their girlfriends—we don't need any of that. I'm happy just being in your presence."

"Oh, Hannah bear. I love you so much."

Hannah kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, too. I'm having a birthday celebration tonight. Will you come over?"

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," Emma said excitedly. "What are we doing?"

"My moms are taking us out to dinner at any place I wanna go," Hannah told her. "I'm just doing something simple tonight because my moms are throwing me a sweet sixteen party next year and I'm having a small birthday party with my entire family next month once my mom feels better."

"Is your sweet sixteen going to be like the parties those spoiled girls have on MTV?" Emma asked worriedly.

"No, babe, nothing like that," Hannah insisted. "My party will be cool."

"I'll be there," Emma promised. "I just never want to fight again."

"We won't," Hannah said as she rested her head on Emma's shoulder. "But if this is the worst fight we've had after nine months, I think we're doing okay for ourselves."

"Our little girl is fifteen today," Jane said as the two of them were seated in Maura's office. Jane still wasn't pleased with the décor, but she noticed how it was changing over time. There were now framed photos of the two of them on a shelf and a picture of Hannah on her desk. Maura Rizzoli had become a family woman and Jane knew it was only a matter of time before there was an ultrasound photo on her desk right next to the picture of Hannah.

"I want her to stay fifteen," Maura admitted. "She's still dependent on us at fifteen. Legally, she can't have a job or drive a car and, once she can, we'll be seeing less of her."

"So, you want to keep our daughter under lock and key?"

"Is that bad?" Maura asked. "I'm not ready for her to grow up. She's not marrying Emma at eighteen. I don't want to relinquish my role as the nurturing figure in her life."

"Your hormones are getting the best of you," Jane said as she started rubbing Maura's shoulders. "You're jealous of a teenage girl taking your place in Hannah's heart?"

"No one is taking your place, so this is easy for you," Maura pointed out. "You're a woman, but you're the more masculine influence in Hannah's life. You give her advice on girls and watch sports and action movies with her. I'm the nurturing, feminine influence in her life. I'm the one who makes breakfast and dinner for her and I'm the one she asks for when she's sick."

"Because you're a doctor," Jane pointed out.

"Because I'm her mommy," Maura nearly shouted.

Her outburst made Jane laugh. "Okay, babe, whatever you say. Pregnancy is making you revert to 1950s suburban life. You're becoming my very own June Cleaver. I'll be Ward Cleaver and wear a suit and a nice hat everyday. When I come home from work, I expect the house to be spotless and I want dinner on the table. No more being a medical examiner for you. You're spending your days doing my laundry and vacuuming the house in heels and pearls. We'll have Hannah change her name to Wally and we'll name the baby Theodore "Beaver" Cleaver. The two of them will get in all sorts of squabbles that we'll fix in thirty minutes or less."

Maura glared at her, but she could only stay frustrated for so long. "You're being especially facetious today."

"But I made you feel better," Jane pointed out. "Look on the bright side, we still have three years left before Hannah goes to college and Baby Rizzoli isn't even born yet. You'll get to be June Cleaver until you're fifty-four-years-old and then there's grandchildren from Hannah and Emma and grandchildren from Baby Rizzoli and, eventually, great-grandchildren. Maura, stop me, please. I'm aging us before our time."

"You are, but thank you."

"For what?"

"For always knowing what I need to hear."