The Baby Rizzoli meeting for week fifteen had been called to order earlier than usual because they were all due to meet Tommy and Frankie at a sports bar near Fenway Park. Hannah and Emma were six-years-away from the legal drinking age, but nobody in their little group was going for the purposes of drinking. They wanted to watch the game on television with other Red Sox fans and Hannah was in the mood for gooey cheese fries and hot wings. Maura wasn't particularly excited about a Red Sox game, fried food, and she especially wasn't interested in alcohol, but she was going because she wanted to be near Jane. Ever since the start of her second trimester, Maura had wanted to spend all of her spare time with Jane. The two of them had become even more inseparable and affectionate than ever before.

While they were all gathered around the table, Hannah tossed an orange back and forth between her hands. It was the first time a non-Rizzoli had attended their meeting, so Jane and Maura let Hannah explain the purpose of the meetings to her girlfriend.

"We start out with an object that represents the size of the baby," Hannah began. "Next, Mom tells us facts about how the baby has developed since the previous week and then me and Ma are able to ask Mom any questions that we might have. The whole meeting is a way for the three of us to bond as a family and show our support for Mom."

"She's not in this alone and we want her to know that we're always there for her." Jane may have been speaking to Emma, but her eyes remained on Maura the entire time.

"I love you," Maura mouthed to her.

"I love you more," Jane responded.

"You two are the absolute most perfect couple!" Emma said excitedly. "Jane, Maura is carrying your baby and you're being so protective of her and so loving. I can't wait until I have Hannah's baby."

Jane broke the eye contact she had been making with Maura. "You can wait," she said sternly. "You two are going to wait."

"I can't," Emma told her. "Hannah and I should have a baby soon that way Baby Rizzoli can have someone to play with."

Hannah wrapped her arms around Emma. "We can have our own Baby Rizzoli."

"No!" Jane and Maura responded in unison.

"Look at the two of you," Emma pointed out. "You're talking in unison. Now that Maura is pregnant, you're so in sync with each other. Hannah and I deserve that kind of love and we deserve the opportunity to start a family."

"When you're adults," Jane insisted. "You and Hannah are in the ninth grade. Maura and I are thirty-six. We're married, we have careers, and a house and stability and we're not high schoolfreshmen."

"But we already love each other so much," Emma argued.

"Do you know how Jane and I conceived this baby?" Maura asked. Jane gave her a confused look, but when Maura winked at her, she realized what her wife had planned.

"We had sex," Jane added. "We had sex and that's how Baby Rizzoli was conceived."

"Oh," Emma said glumly. "Nevermind. I could wait to have a baby."

"Gross," Hannah told them with a twisted expression on her face. "Ma, I didn't want to hear about that."

"Maybe we should start the meeting," Emma suggested. "As Baby Rizzoli's future sister-in-law, I want to thank you for including me."

"You're welcome," Maura told her. "We're glad you want to be involved with your…"

"Future brother or sister-in-law," Jane added. The words were difficult for both of them to say, but Jane would rather say them herself as opposed to making Maura say them. Jane and Maura were uncomfortable with how Hannah and Emma's relationship was becoming even more serious with each passing day. They wanted to have a talk with them, but they figured it would be pointless. Jane and Maura knew they couldn't stop Hannah and Emma from loving each other so much, especially when they would have been the same way had they known each other as teenagers.

Without warning, Hannah banged a squeak toy to the table, which signaled for the meeting to start. "I officially call the week fifteen Baby Rizzoli meeting to order."

"Maura, you're showing!" Emma said excitedly.

"Babe, that's not how the meeting goes," Hannah said, frustrated.

"But she's showing!" Emma quickly got up from her seat and stood next to Maura's chair. "Can I touch your tummy?"

"I'd prefer it if—" Maura began, but was interrupted by Emma gently putting her hand to her newly-forming baby bump.

"Nobody can touch her yet," Jane told Emma.

Emma started blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just let my excitement get the best of me sometimes."

"It's okay," Maura told her. "Right now, only Jane can touch me. It's her way of bonding with the baby."

"That's so sweet," Emma responded. "Jane, you're the perfect wife. You must be teaching Hannah all you know because she is the perfect girlfriend. Maura and I are so fortunate to have both of you in our lives."

"Thank you, but Maura is the perfect wife," Jane corrected her.

Emma nearly squealed with delight when she noticed Jane and Maura were exchanging adoring glances with each other. "Oh, you two! You look as if you're about five seconds away from making love to each other. You have so much passion for each other and you want to physically express what you're feeling. Jane, what do you do? Do you just take Maura in your arms and kiss her until she feels weak in the knees and that's when you lay her down and—"

"Emma!" Jane and Maura said in unison.

"I thought you hated that topic," Jane told her.

"I don't know," Emma responded. "I'm sorry. I just feel so many things right now."

"I'm going to call my brothers and tell them we have to reschedule," Jane said to Maura.

Maura squeezed her wife's hand. "Please do."

"Why?" Hannah asked worriedly. "I wanna see Uncle Frankie and Uncle Tommy. We're supposed to have a wing eating contest and watch the game."

"It's only April," Jane reminded her. "The Sox have plenty of games left, which means you'll have other opportunities to watch the game while having a wing eating contest. Right now, we're going to have a talk. The four of us could have a talk altogether or I could take you into one room and Maura could take Emma into another."

"Altogether," Emma quickly responded. "I can't bear to be away from Hannah even if it's just for a talk. I need to feel her presence."

"And this is why we're having a talk," Jane pointed out. "Babe, do you want to start?"

"I'll let you do the honors," Maura insisted. She had no idea what to say in a moment like this and she was hoping that Jane did.

"I have to call my brothers."

"I'll call them." Before Jane could get another word in, Maura grabbed her phone from on top of the table and dialed Frankie's number.

"Maura!" Jane said, frustrated.

"This isn't going to be a sex talk, is it?" Hannah asked. "We're not having sex. I've never even felt her up. As much as I want to, I never have. I have a little thing called self-control, Ma."

"Hannah," Jane groaned.

"What? I'm sorry," Hannah responded. "I thought we were going to have a serious talk here. All I'm doing is opening up to you and being honest with what I'm feeling."

"You're not always going to have self-control," Jane pointed out. "Sometimes you're going to get lost in the moment."

"Is this the little head thinking for the big head speech?" Hannah asked. "I thought that was just for guys."

"Girls and women get the same urges," Jane informed her.

"Do you and Maura get those urges?" Emma asked.

"Eww," Hannah said as she covered her ears. "I'm not hearing this. I'm not hearing this."

"Jane and I have a healthy sexual relationship," Maura told Emma once she was off the phone. "It's important in a marriage. Making love is another way of bonding and bringing me even closer to Jane."

"Babe, why did you tell her that?" Jane muttered. Romanticizing sex will only make the situation worse.

"I'm not as grossed out about sex as people think I am," Emma admitted. Her revelation is what finally made Hannah uncover her ears. "I'm just nervous and I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"It's perfectly normal to be nervous," Jane told her.

"That's why you need to wait until you're ready," Maura insisted. "Sex is more than physical pleasure. There's emotion involved. Before we began dating, Jane had been with other women and I had been with both women and men, but the first time we made love to each other was still emotional. I cried afterward because I couldn't believe I was experiencing something so beautiful with someone I had loved for so long."

"It was all the more special because we waited until the right time," Jane added. "It wasn't something that just happened. We planned the perfect night for each other and we were emotionally ready to take our relationship to that level."

"But it's so romantic! Sometimes, I think I'm ready," Emma admitted.

"I'm not!" Hannah insisted. "I don't think I could go that far."

"This is proof that your relationship isn't ready," Maura told them. "If you were ready, both of you would be certain. There wouldn't be any statements like 'I think I'm ready.'"

"Emma, as you've said before, romance is more than sex," Jane pointed out. "You're both so young and you have the rest of your lives to have a sexual relationship. Why not just try different ways to kiss each other?"

"Like what?" Hannah asked, finally intrigued by the conversation.

"Like kissing in the rain or in the snow," Jane suggested. "Or kissing under the mistletoe or on a ferris wheel."

"Or kissing at the beach," Maura added.

"That sounds fun," Hannah said.

"Yeah," Emma agreed. "Sex is kind of gross, anyway, and it seems messy."

"It's very messy and very gross," Jane emphasized.

"Ma," Hannah groaned. "Can we talk about something else now? Emma and I aren't going to have sex and we don't really want to have a baby and we're going to wait until after high school and maybe even after college to get married."

Jane felt a sigh of relief coming on. "Good. You don't want to be an old married couple like us. All we do is bicker."

"And there are times when I can't stand to be in the same room as her," Maura added.

"I was just kidding," Jane told her.

Maura paused. "…so was I?"

"Is this how you really feel?"

"You called us old," Maura pointed out. "That made me defensive."

"Maura Dorothea Isles Rizzoli," Jane began. The sound of Jane using Maura's full name made the girls leave the kitchen and head outside to get away from their bickering.

"Do you think we changed their mind about marriage?" Maura asked once she noticed the girls were gone.

"At least for the next year," Jane said, finally feeling relieved. "I love you so much, Maura."

"I love you, too," Maura responded. "And I love every opportunity I'm given to be in the same room as you."