While her parents were away on a babymoon, Hannah was given permission to stay at Emma's house. Both Hannah's parents and Emma's parents were against the idea at first, but the girls argued their case and agreed to some ground rules. They would never be home alone and when they were in Emma's room together, the door would remain open. The ground rules bothered Hannah and Emma and made them feel as if they couldn't be trusted, but then they remembered the hickey incident back in January. As unfair as they thought the rules were, they agreed to abide by them and for their willingness they were given the opportunity to spend the entire duration of Jane and Maura's trip with each other.

Much to Hannah's disappointment, Emma spent the majority of the day at cheer tryouts. Hannah had wanted to watch her girlfriend tryout, mainly for the opportunity to see her in short spandex shorts, but the tryouts weren't open to the public. Every girl interested in trying out for the squad had to fill out an application and submit it before the end of the school year. Hannah detested cheerleaders and the thought of being one made her stomach turn, but she wasn't against Emma being on the squad and seeing her in a cheerleading uniform in the fall.

While her girlfriend was away, Hannah decided to work on a surprise for her. Whether it was going to be a consolation surprise or a celebratory one, Hannah wasn't sure, but regardless she knew that her girlfriend was going to have a surprise waiting for her when she got home.

Slightly over a year had passed since Hannah and Emma had to miss the eighth grade end of the year dance and they hadn't gone to any of the high school dances, so Hannah took it upon herself to create a dance-like atmosphere in Emma's room. Before she left, Jane had taken Hannah shopping so she could buy strands of white lights to decorate Emma's room. While Mrs. Ackerman was waiting for Emma to get out of cheer tryouts, Mr. Ackerman helped Hannah set up the lights. Once that was finished, Hannah got to work on making a banner that said 'Hannah loves Emma.' When she looked over the finished product, Hannah realized it didn't exactly resemble the way their junior high auditorium looked like during a dance; she felt as if it was even better. Everything was tailor-made for Emma including the playlist Hannah had chosen for that night. Instead of modern pop music, Hannah had created a playlist filled with '80s love songs from movies Emma liked. Emma was considered a geek by most of their high school classmates, but Hannah wanted to show her that she was worthy of being a leading lady.

As Hannah was connecting her iPod to the speakers, she heard Emma running upstairs. "My love. Where are you?" she called out.

"Your room!" Hannah responded.

When Emma entered the room, she ran over to Hannah and leapt into her arms. As what usually happened when Emma did that, the two of them fell backward onto the ground. Emma pressed her lips to Hannah's but it still wasn't enough for her. She ever so slowly slipped her tongue into Hannah's mouth and the two of them became lost in the moment.

"Girls!" Mrs. Ackerman shouted from Emma's doorway.

Emma was so startled that she rolled off of Hannah and looked at her mother with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry," she said worriedly. "It won't happen again."

"How many times have I heard that from you two?" Mrs. Ackerman asked. "I'm starting to notice a trend."

"We're really sorry," Hannah insisted.

The nervousness in their voices made Mrs. Ackerman start to smile. "Do you promise I can trust you?"

"Yes," the girls said in unison. They knew they were going to break the rule eventually, but for the rest of the evening they planned on being on their best behavior.

Once Mrs. Ackerman had left the room, Hannah popped her head out of the doorway just to be sure they were alone. She listened for three seconds and when she heard complete silence she returned to her spot on the carpet next to Emma. Hannah had wanted to kiss her girlfriend just as they had before Mrs. Ackerman walked in, but she knew she'd have to settle for a quick, close-mouthed kiss.

"Did you make the squad?" Hannah asked, her fingers now intertwined with her girlfriend's.

"No," Emma shook her head. "Cheerleading was made for girls like Madison and Ava, not girls like me."

"Girls like you?"

"Geeks," Emma said sadly. "They laughed at me when I tried out."

"What?" Hannah asked in disbelief. "I'm gonna kick their asses. I'm going to go over to their houses and—"

Emma put her finger up to Hannah's lips. "You aren't going to do that. I love you and I appreciate that you are willing to hurt them for me, but I don't want you to do that. I'm happy now that I'm with you. Why did you think I ran upstairs so quickly? I love you and knowing that you were waiting here for me made everything better. I practically forgot about tryouts."

"You're too good for cheerleading," Hannah pointed out. "I hate those girls, Em. You were made for something far more interesting. How about drama?"

"Drama?" Emma asked. "Oh, but Hannah bear, I am far from dramatic."

"Really?" Hannah asked in a tone mimicking her mother's.

"You sound like Jane," Emma pointed out.

"And you, my dear, sound like someone who was made for the stage," Hannah said as she helped her girlfriend get up. "You can be my Juliet and I'll be your Romeo, or a couple far less tragic. Why'd you even try out for cheer in the first place?"

"I can't stand cheerleading," Emma confessed. "But we're going to be in tenth grade and it's time for me to get involved in extra-curricular activities if I want to get into a good college. The whole process is extremely competitive and the life sciences department at BCU is very selective. I'm hoping Maura will write me a letter of recommendation and let me shadow her at work."

"You have an extra curricular activity," Hannah reminded her. "What do you think I am?"

Emma pushed Hannah down onto the bed and plopped down next to her. "You're incorrigible and what's with the lights and the banner? I love them, but what did you have in mind?"

"It was a surprise for you," Hannah pointed out. "But I got distracted when you slipped your tongue in my mouth. That's so much better, but this can be good, too, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Okay, I know," Hannah corrected herself. "Remember last year when we missed the end of the year dance? I was so sad that we couldn't go, but I was even sadder that I wouldn't be able to slow dance with you and hold you close. That's why I did this. We could have our own private end of the year dance and it's kind of like celebrating our anniversary, too. We've almost been together for a whole year."

Emma smiled at her. "One year down, ninety more to go."

After a quick kiss on the cheek, Hannah got up from the bed and pressed play on her iPod. The song she had chosen specifically for that moment was a song from Say Anything. From the very first note, Emma recognized the song.

"May I have this dance?" Hannah asked.

"You certainly may," Emma responded as she got up from her bed.

Underneath the twinkling lights, Hannah Rizzoli slow-danced with her girlfriend for the very first time. It was the perfect song for the perfect moment with her leading lady.

Jane hurried to light every candle she had set up in the bathroom of the beach house they had rented. When she turned off the lights, there was enough candlelight to subtly illuminate the area. Jane wasn't particularly interested in creating a romantic atmosphere for herself, but she loved showering Maura with romantic gestures and she especially loved how beautiful Maura looked by candlelight. Just to be sure, Jane double-checked the temperature of the bathwater. She worried about hot water making Maura feel lightheaded or drying out her skin, so she opted for lukewarm water. Jane could barely control the desire she had to make love to her wife, but she was willing to wait until the end of the night. In just three months, Maura was going to give her the greatest gift Jane could ever receive and she wanted to spoil Maura with romantic gestures to make sure she knew how grateful she was. There were nights when Maura wore Jane out, but there were also nights when Maura wasn't in the mood for sex. Jane loved her wife, regardless, and if this romantic gesture weren't a prelude to sex, Jane would be satisfied with relaxing with her wife.

Jane quickly removed her clothes before calling Maura in to the bathroom. She was tempted to leave them on the floor, but she knew Maura would say something so she folded them as neatly as she could to save Maura the trouble of having to lecture her.

Jane's heart nearly skipped a beat when she saw her wife enter the bathroom. Until then, the only time she had seen Maura completely naked during her pregnancy was when they made love and during those moments Maura was so filled with need that she never allowed Jane the time to fully look at her body, but there she was fully exposed in front of Jane. Jane always thought her wife was beautiful, but never had she seen a sight as beautiful as her wife at nearly six months pregnant. Maura's body was changing everyday and, although there were times when Maura was insecure, Jane never thought of her as anything less than perfect. There were the ups and downs of Maura's pregnancy, but it was a special time in their marriage and Jane wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could.

"You look beautiful," Jane said, still unable to take her eyes off of Maura.

While Jane was looking at Maura with pure adoration in her eyes, Maura was eyeing her naked wife like a hungry lioness. "Make love to me," Maura said. By the tone she used, Jane couldn't tell if Maura was making a suggestion or a command.

"I have a relaxing bath prepared and—"

"My vulva became engorged just by looking at you," Maura whispered into her ear.

Jane was taken aback. "Is that a good thing?"

"Jane," Maura pleaded.

Without any further questioning, Jane left her wife's side to unplug the drain in the bathtub. Not wanting the romantic atmosphere she created to go to waste, she turned the shower on. It had been months since she had made love to Maura in the shower, so she saw it as the perfect opportunity.

"There's a removable showerhead," Maura pointed out. "I noticed it has more than one setting."

And with those words, Jane knew this was going to be far better than a relaxing bath.