Never in her life had Jane expected to see so many pink and black streamers and balloons, nor did she ever expect to be the person putting up these decorations, but one rainy evening in late May, she found herself making conversation with Mrs. Ackerman as the two of them turned the Rizzoli family kitchen and living room into a festive place to host Emma's fifteenth birthday party and sleepover. Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman had planned on hosting their daughter's sleepover at home but, without asking permission, Hannah volunteered the Rizzoli residence. Instead of having a night alone, Jane and Maura were now going to act as chaperones for six teenage girls.

In preparation for the party, Maura and Mrs. Ackerman had made a list of snacks to buy, but Jane immediately threw the list away when she saw it. Their list was filled with healthy snacks, which Jane knew where a definite downer at a sleepover. Instead, she suggested chips and dip, snack mixes, ice cream with plenty of ingredients for sundaes, and a small vegetable platter just in case and, for dinner, there would be pizza, hot wings, and soda. Mrs. Ackerman was worried that they had bought too much food for the girls, but with six growing girls and a pregnant Maura, Jane was worried that there might not be enough.

"Thank you so much for doing this," Mrs. Ackerman said to Jane. "Emma is so excited about her party and she loves being here."

"We enjoy having her over," Jane responded. "Emma always cheers Hannah up."

"And Hannah has the same effect on her," Mrs. Ackerman added. "Wouldn't it be great if we ended up in-laws someday?"

"Yeah…great," Jane said hesitantly. Hannah and Emma had barely finished their freshman year of high school, but Jane and Maura still couldn't shake the worries they had that the two of them would get engaged before they turned eighteen. Images of her daughter proposing to Emma on prom night filled Jane's head and she wanted desperately to get rid of those images.

"Jane, how is Maura?" Mrs. Ackerman asked, bringing Jane out of her trance.

"Maura is doing great. She's in her twentieth week now," Jane said proudly. "I thought you two talked to each other recently."

"We did," Mrs. Ackerman pointed out. "But, I liked seeing your face practically light up at the mention of her name. Her pregnancy is bringing you two even closer together."

"It's a new way of bonding with her. Our baby is growing inside of her body and…" As much as Jane tried to remain composed, she couldn't stop her eyes from watering. Before a tear could fall, she rubbed one of her eyes and hoped to play it off as a bit of dust irritating her eye.

"Are you throwing her a baby shower?"

A baby shower? In the midst of taking care of Maura and getting Hannah through her first year of high school, Jane had completely forgotten about throwing a baby shower for Maura. Even if she had wanted to host one, Jane wasn't sure she knew how. "Yes," Jane said so as not to sound like a bad wife. She then made a mental note to ask her mother to host one instead.

"You aren't, are you?" Mrs. Ackerman asked. "Oh, Jane. It's okay. I'll throw her a baby shower. It should be a surprise. We can get your mother involved if you'd like. Maura deserves something elaborate."

Jane finally felt relieved. "I'm sure she'd appreciate it. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

Not more than ten minutes after Mrs. Ackerman had left, Maura pulled into the driveway with another car following right behind her. Jane had expected one of the parents to be driving the other car, so she was surprised when the driver was one of Hannah's friends who had just finished her sophomore year. Already? Jane asked herself. This means Hannah can drive in a year…and I'll have to teach her. It was a horrifying thought, so Jane was grateful for a distraction in the form of Maura entering the house followed by their daughter and her friends.

The first thing the girls noticed after putting their bags in the living room was a stack of pizza boxes and a table full of snacks. Before Jane and Maura had a chance to say anything, the girls had already started digging into the pizza boxes and wings. "Happy birthday," Jane said to Emma before getting out of there as quickly as she could with Maura in tow.

"And you were worried about having too much food," Jane said jokingly once she and Maura had shut themselves in the room. "We should have bought more. Did you know I've lost five pounds since you became pregnant? Five pounds isn't that much for some people, but for me—"

Maura tugged at the waistband of her wife's jeans, which was now a bit looser than it had been a few months ago. "Five pounds?" Maura asked in a spurious tone of voice. "That means I've lost half of my wife."

Jane gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek, well aware of how much it would irritate Maura. "You were so much nicer when you weren't pregnant."

"Are we supposed to be out there with the girls?" Maura asked as she wiped Jane's saliva off of her cheek. "I've never been to a sleepover before…one that wasn't ours."

"They're in high school. They don't want us in there with them," Jane informed her. "We just have to make sure they don't burn the house down or kill each other."

"…or eat all the ice cream," Maura pointed out. "Jane, can you get me some?"

"Fine," Jane groaned.

"Chocolate," Maura demanded. "With chocolate syrup…and gummy bears on top, the miniature gummy bears that we bought at the candy store, not the pre-packaged ones."

"You're a gummy bear snob now?" Jane asked jokingly, but when her wife glared at her, she decided it was best if she left the room as quickly as possible.

Hannah, Emma, and their friends had taken the pizza boxes from the kitchen table to the living room so they could eat while they watched Say Anything, Emma's favorite movie. Jane had sworn she wasn't going to eavesdrop but she couldn't help listening to bits and pieces of their conversation as she scooped Maura's favorite ice cream into a bowl.

"John Cusack is so cute!" a girl named Megan squealed. "Really cute!"

"Yeah, he is," their friend Lauren agreed. "But it sucks that he's old now. This movie was from like—what—1986?"

"1989," Emma corrected her.

"None of us were even born yet," Hannah realized.

"I wish we could have frozen time so the '80s would continue forever," a girl named Brianna told them. "Clothes and music were so cool and guys were more romantic."

"I don't know about guys," Emma began. "But romance still exists. My Hannah bear is so romantic. She's the perfect girlfriend."

"I totally ship you two," their friend Kayla announced. "But me and Andrew are still the cutest couple in our grade."

"You two aren't cuter than me and Josh," Lauren argued.

Jane knew the girls were all close friends and they weren't going to be at each other's throats over something so trivial, but she figured it might be best if she said something to ease the tension. "None of you couples are as cute as Maura and me," Jane told them, hoping they could hear her from the kitchen.

"Ma," Hannah groaned. "You're not supposed to be eavesdropping."

"I wasn't eavesdropping," Jane insisted. "I was getting ice cream for your mom and I accidentally overheard your conversation. By the way, if you girls want ice cream, get it now before Maura puts it all in the 'Maura only' section."

As if on cue, the girls made a mad dash for the ice cream, which enabled Jane to grab a couple of slices of pizza for herself when they weren't looking. Between my wife and these girls, I'm like a scavenger in my own home.

"Is this for me?" Maura asked as she grabbed one of Jane's slices of pizza.

Jane looked down at her solitary slice, the smaller one out of the two she had grabbed. "…yeah."

Maura's ice cream craving was far from unusual, but Jane had to turn away when she saw her wife start dipping the crust into her ice cream. "Maura," she groaned.

"Baby Rizzoli likes it," Maura insisted.

"When are we going to give her a name?" Jane asked. "She'll be here in four and a half months. I don't want us to be deciding at the last minute. Do you still want her name to be Caitlyn?"

"No," Maura shook her head. "I was thinking of Sophie. Sophie Rizzoli."

"Sofia," Jane suggested.

"Sophie," Maura argued.

"Sofia," Jane repeated. "Sofia Rizzoli sounds better than Sophie Rizzoli."

"Let's ask the girls," Maura suggested.

As much as Jane and Maura didn't want to leave their room, they knew they weren't going to be able to settle this on their own, so they decided to ask their daughter and her friends for their input. While Emma and Brianna made a fuss over Maura, Jane presented the name suggestions to the girls.

"We can put this on Facebook and Instagram," Kayla suggested. "I have a thousand friends on Facebook and I'm like Instafamous."

"You're like Instaweird," Lauren corrected.

"So, okay, here it goes," Kayle began. "'Like' for Sophie, 'Comment' for Sofia. Facebook and Instagram decide everything."

"I forgot to check us in," Hannah brought to their attention.

"Check you in where?" Jane asked.

"Here," Hannah responded. "At Emma's sleepover."

"Yeah, me too," Megan added. "We can all check in and tag each other right now."

Jane and Maura watched in amazement as all six girls pulled out their phones and logged into Facebook.

"I love your house, Mrs. Rizzoli," Kayla said to Maura. "This might be our new hangout spot."

"Yeah!" Hannah agreed. "You guys can stay over here whenever you want."

Jane and Maura exchanged nervous glances as they imagined their home being taken over by teenage girls on a weekly basis.

"The results are in!" Kayla announced fifteen minutes later. "I've combined the results from Facebook and Instagram. Sophie has two-hundred votes and Sofia has three-hundred."

"Yes!" Jane said excitedly and high-fived Hannah.

Emma tried her hardest to console Maura. "Sofia Rizzoli is such a cute name. Sophie is just as cute, but Sofia sounds better with Rizzoli. I'm sure you'll grow to love it."

"Babe, if you're set on Sophie, we can—"

"No," Maura interrupted. "Social media has spoken. Sofia, it is."

"But you want Sophie," Jane pointed out. "We can name the baby whatever you want."

"Sofia sounds better with Rizzoli," Maura insisted.

"But you want Sophie," Jane repeated.

"Wait, I don't get it," Megan brought to their attention. "So now you two have switched? Is this what married life is like? I'm so confused."

"Married life is about love and compromise," Jane told Megan. "If Maura wants the baby's name to be Sophie, we'll name her Sophie."

"Babe, you want her name to be Sofia," Maura said to Jane. "I'm giving birth to the baby, so if you choose her name, you'll have a bond with her also."

"But I want you to name her whatever you want," Jane insisted.

"And I want you to name her whatever you want," Maura added.

"And this is why I'm never getting married," Brianna announced.

The debate was probably going to last until the baby was born, but Jane didn't mind. In the end, they were going to have a baby version of Maura and that's what mattered the most to her.

A/N: Anyone want to get in on the Sophie/Sofia debate? :D