For the first time in weeks, Jane woke up to an unusual sight. Her wife was actually lying next to her instead of locking herself in the bathroom. She was breathing rhythmically in a peaceful sleeping state instead of gagging because of the nausea brought on by morning sickness. She looks so beautiful. I almost don't want to wake her.

…almost…

"Good morning," Jane said as she wrapped her arms around her wife.

Maura scooted closer to Jane until they were sharing the same pillow. While lying face-to-face, Maura leaned in and delicately kissed Jane on the lips. "Good morning."

"I don't know which one of us is happier that your morning sickness is over," Jane told her. "Does this mean I get to hold my wife in the morning?"

"Morning sickness usually doesn't subside until the fourteenth week," Maura pointed out. "There's still a chance I could feel nauseous in the afternoon or in the evening."

"What'll we tell my mom and my brothers?" Jane asked. "Everyone will be here in a few hours and you're not going to be able to lie about being pregnant if you suddenly have to run to the bathroom while we cut Hannah's birthday cake. Why don't we tell them today?"

"Jane, we've discussed this," Maura said in a tone of voice that let Jane know she wasn't going to budge. "I want to wait until after the first trimester. That's in two weeks."

"I forgot it's your womb, so it's your way," Jane said sarcastically.

Maura knew she had struck a nerve. Jane was the most loving wife a woman could ask for and she hated how her hormones were getting the best of her and making her get so irritated with Jane. To show she was sorry, Maura laced their fingers together and planted a kiss on Jane's hand. "It's our womb and our baby. I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you."

Jane smirked. "I hadn't noticed."

"I won't always be this hormonal," Maura insisted.

"Again, I hadn't noticed."

"I want you to be honest with me."

"No," Jane shook her head. "Being honest with you means I'll have to sleep on the couch tonight."

"Babe," Maura pleaded.

Jane took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she was about to say. "I love you. You know I love you and I'd do anything for you, but there's a reason I've been spending so much time away from home. Whenever something upsets you, you take it out on me."

"I'm just…afraid," Maura admitted. "And it's no excuse for how I've been treating you."

"Afraid of what?" Jane asked. "Maura, you know I'd protect you from anything."

"Not from this," Maura said nervously. "Pregnancy brings about so many changes in a woman's body and there are risks involved in the first trimester."

Jane knew what Maura was referring to, but she was finding it difficult to say the words aloud. "You mean you're afraid of…losing…Baby Rizzoli?"

"Miscarriages often happen during the first trimester," Maura pointed out. "I don't want to tell my parents and your family until…"

"Until we're in a safe zone?" Jane asked. "Maura, honey, you've been keeping all of your appointments, you've been eating right, and taking care of yourself. Nothing is going to happen to you or Baby Rizzoli, but if it'll make you feel more at ease, we'll wait to tell them until you're ready. I love you, Maura, and I know so many changes are happening for you and to you right now. If anything ever worries you or scares you about this pregnancy, I want you to be able to confide in me."

"We're in this together?" Maura asked hopefully.

"We are," Jane told her after placing a kiss on Maura's lips. "You're my wife and you know you, Hannah, and the baby mean everything to me. I'm not an expert on pregnancy, but I'm still here for you and, once you tell my mom, she's going to be giving you advice all the time, even when you don't want it."

"How should we tell her?" Maura asked. "I want it to be memorable."

"We could give her an ultrasound photo," Jane suggested. "And we could put it inside one of those 'I love my grandma' frames."

"She'd like that," Maura agreed. "I want to take her out to lunch when we tell her."

"No, no, no. We can take her after we tell her," Jane pointed out. "If we take her before, she'll suspect something and it'll ruin the surprise."

"And your brothers?"

"I'll probably just tell them over beer and a Red Sox game while we're at some sports bar," Jane said nonchalantly. "They're going to suggest taking shots after that and then Tommy will stand up and make an announcement—while drunk—that I'm going to be a father. The combination of beer and whatever god awful shot they order for me will make me sick and they'll spend the rest of the night telling me how much of a girl I am for not being able to handle it. That's when I'll point out that, contrary to what they believe, I am a girl—or woman—but they'll be too drunk to care about a word I say. And that is exactly how it'll turn out regardless of when or where I tell my brothers."

"Brotherly bonding time," Maura quipped.

"Yay," Jane said sarcastically. "I can already taste the cheap alcohol and vomit in my mouth."

"Jane?"

"Hmm?"

"Shower with me?"

Just the sound of that question made Jane's eyes grow wide. It had been weeks since she had seen Maura naked, let alone showered with her. She knew they probably wouldn't make love to each other in the shower, but she was grateful for the opportunity to at least feel her wife.

By the time five o'clock approached, there were three boxes of pizza and a birthday cake that read 'Happy Birthday, Hannah' on the table. Hannah was fifteen-years-old and this was the first time anyone—other than her friends—had celebrated her birthday. Her birthmother would give her some cash inside a birthday card, but she had never taken the time to pick out a birthday present for Hannah or, at the very least, make her a birthday cake. When Emma told Jane and Maura this, they decided to go all out for Hannah's birthday. They bought her favorite cake—chocolate with chocolate pudding filling and chocolate frosting—and decorated the kitchen and the living room with streamers and balloons in Hannah's favorite colors. It was nowhere near as extravagant as her sweet sixteen or her eighteenth birthday parties were going to be, but they wanted to do something for Hannah's first birthday as their daughter.

Emma was the first to arrive, followed shortly by Angela, Frankie, and then Tommy. When the house belonged solely to Maura, he'd ring the doorbell once and patiently wait for Maura to answer, but now that the house also belonged to Jane, he'd ring the doorbell repeatedly and call out, 'Hey, Janie!'

Hannah's gifts were piled on the table and, although she was fifteen-years-old now, her inner child kept resurfacing. Never before had their been so many gifts just for her. There was a card from her Uncle Tommy, a large gift bag from her Uncle Frankie, a medium-sized gift from her grandma, something from Emma, and a few small gifts from her moms.

When Jane and Maura thought they were alone, Maura wrapped her arms around Jane and pulled her in for a kiss. "What was that for?" Jane asked playfully.

"For being the best wife any woman could ask for."

"Not even close," Jane insisted. "You're the best wife any woman could ask for and you're the most beautiful."

"You are," Maura corrected her.

"No, you are, and you look gorgeous in my Celtics sweatshirt."

Maura leaned in for another kiss. "I was hoping you'd like it."

"Oh, aren't they absolutely perfect?" Emma asked excitedly. "I love it when they kiss. It's so romantic. Look at the way Jane holds her. She's so strong and protective and Maura, her princess, is so delicate and feminine. That's how Hannah and I are going to be once we're married."

"How long have you been eavesdropping?" Jane asked, although she didn't exactly mind. What her daughter and her daughter's girlfriend had witnessed was perfectly innocent and she wanted them to know about healthy, loving relationships.

"I'm about to throw up," they heard Tommy shout from the kitchen.

"How did you even hear that?" Jane asked as she led Maura back to where everyone else was seated.

"We all heard it," Tommy responded.

"You two are extra close today," Angela pointed out.

"Newlyweds," Hannah scoffed. She knew the reason why her moms were behaving the way they were, but she wasn't going to let anything slip out about that baby. "They're all over each other."

"My poor niece," Frankie joked. "Janie, what does this poor girl overhear at night?"

"We all should have bought her earplugs for her birthday," Tommy added.

"Jane's a married woman now," Angela said defensively. "If she and Maura want to—"

"Ma!" Jane interrupted. "Maura and I don't…well, we do, but—how about if Hannah opens her presents?"

"Presents!" Hannah said excitedly. Jane insisted that she open theirs first and Hannah was thrilled to find the video games she wanted and gift cards to different restaurants and the movie theater so she could take Emma out on dates. She hated asking her parents for money and she was too young to get a job, so the gift cards were like a bit of independence for her. Now, she could take her girlfriend out and feel mature and even chivalrous because she was able to pay for Emma with her own money.

"Now, we can do something extra romantic," Emma told her girlfriend.

"Not too romantic," Jane added. "I don't want anything happening that wouldn't be appropriate if shown in a PG movie."

"Oh, Jane," Emma giggled. "You're missing the point entirely. Why must you automatically equate romance with sex?"

"Yes, Jane. Why?" Maura asked as she smiled at her wife.

Jane looked for a way to divert the attention away from herself. "How about if Hannah opens another present?"

"Yeah, how about that?" Hannah added in her mom's defense.

She had gotten everything she wanted for her birthday. Her grandma Angela had bought her the green skinny jeans and Celtics shirt she had wanted and her Uncle Frankie had bought her some new Red Sox gear. To top it off, her Uncle Tommy had bought her tickets to a Red Sox game. Hannah knew her gifts were all material possessions and she couldn't measure love by the amount of material possessions she had, but it made her heart swell knowing that her family had taken the time to get to know her and get to know what she liked and wanted.

"There's only one more gift left," Maura said as she stroked her daughter's hair.

"I have to give something to her in private," Emma told them. "Excuse us."

Jane was going to tell them to remain where they were until she remembered Emma's comment about equating romance with sex. The last thing she wanted was to bring that topic up, so she kept her mouth shut and let the two of them go to Hannah's room. She knew Hannah and Emma were good kids and they had learned their lesson after the hickey incident, so she felt at ease.

"I love you," Emma said after closing the door.

"I love you, too," Hannah responded. "Em, what's this about?"

Emma wrapped her arms around Hannah and leaned in to kiss her reminiscent of how Maura leaned in to Jane earlier. "I couldn't do that to you in front of your family," Emma pointed out. "I couldn't have kissed you the way I wanted to kiss you."

"I like this type of kissing," Hannah said after Emma had kissed her again. "This is better than open-mouth kissing. It's more—"

"Romantic?" Emma asked.

"And more loving," Hannah added. "You're my girl and right now I feel like I'm the strong, protective one."

"So, now you know what I'm talking about?" Emma asked.

"Yeah," Hannah said shyly.

"I bought you a gift," Emma pointed out. "It's still on the table, but I thought this would be an added bonus."

"I love when you give me new types of kisses as gifts," Hannah told her. "These are the kind of gifts only you can give me. I don't want any other girl and I never will."

"My Hannah bear," Emma sighed. "We better go back to the kitchen before your family becomes suspicious."

"What do we tell them we were doing in here?" Hannah asked worriedly. "They'll know we were kissing."

"Tell them I gave you these," Emma said before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a headband with fuzzy teddy bear ears attached to them. Hannah couldn't stop laughing when Emma placed them on her head. "Now, you're really my Hannah bear."

"You had this planned the whole time, didn't you?" Hannah asked.

"I did," Emma admitted. "The kisses were my own special way of buttering you up to wear these."

Hannah knew her uncles and her Ma were going to tease her endlessly for wearing teddy bear ears, but after Emma had kissed her the way she did, she knew the teasing would be more than worth it.