A/N: Thank you so much for all of the love and I'm sorry about the delay in updates. There's still plenty of fluff left and it's almost time for Baby Rizzoli to come into the world. :)

Maura was woken up by the sound of her wife repeating the words, "I'm sorry," and feeling her squirm more than usual. She knew Jane was dreaming and, ordinarily she would have let Jane sleep, but there was something about this particular dream that worried her, so she decided to gently shake her wife in an attempt at waking her up.

"What were you dreaming about?" Maura asked when Jane finally opened her eyes.

Jane lovingly placed her hand on Sofia's home. "Nothing," she responded.

"Was it her?"

"No," Jane insisted. "I wasn't dreaming."

Maura took Jane's hand off of Sofia's home and held onto it, hoping that her wife would realize that regardless of what her fears were they were in this together. "You kept saying you were sorry," Maura pointed out.

"You can't laugh," Jane insisted. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh."

"I won't laugh," Maura hesitated.

"Maura," Jane groaned.

Although she was already smiling, Maura was going to try her hardest to keep that promise. "I promise not to laugh."

Jane lied flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She knew her wife was going to laugh and she knew she'd be embarrassed, but if Maura wanted to know so badly Jane had no choice but to tell her. "I had a dream about Sofia," Jane began. "I dream about her all the time, but this was different. You had just given birth to her and, after she was cleaned up, they gave her to me instead of you. I was holding her, Maur, and she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. I looked down to see you smiling at me and we were so happy because she was finally here."

Maura moved closer to her wife. "Why were you apologizing?" she asked. "You had a beautiful dream about our baby girl."

"That wasn't the end," Jane pointed out. "This is where it takes a turn for the worst. I leaned in to kiss her cheek and she opened her eyes, Maur—our newborn opened her eyes so quickly and so widely and she just glared at me. I was so in shock that I couldn't move. I just looked at her—and then she talked. Not only was our newborn talking, she sounded so angry with me. With two of her tiny little fingers, she started poking me on the forehead and saying, 'Try feeling this for nine months. This doesn't feel too good, does it?'" She had promised Jane that she wouldn't laugh, but Maura had become nearly hysterical with laughter. "It's not funny, Maura! Our baby was ten minutes old and she was poking me on the forehead."

Maura started laughing all over again. "Jane, that is very…sweet."

"No it's not!" Jane argued. "I know she isn't going to poke me, but what if she can feel what I'm doing to you?"

"We've talked about this," Maura reassured her. "And you've talked to my doctor about sex during pregnancy. You're not hurting Sofia and she can't feel anything when we make love."

"My fingers are long," Jane moped as she held up her hands.

Maura reached up to grab Jane's hand. "I like them long and you're so good with your hands. If you're uncomfortable, we don't have to use manual stimulation."

"So we'll use...?"

Maura gave her a confused look. "Your tongue, Jane."

"I know," Jane smiled. "I just thought you'd go into more detail."

Jane scooted down on the bed and made herself comfortable in between Maura's legs. She had every intention of proving to Maura that she could get over the dream, but the sight of Maura's changing body and the thought of their baby growing inside of her made Jane change her mind. She was very physically attracted to Maura, but there was something about the thought of their baby coming into the world in just a few short weeks that warmed Jane's heart.

"I love you," Jane said as she kissed baby Sofia's home. "And I know you can't feel me kissing you yet, but it's the first thing I'm going to do when I hold you. Don't poke me, okay? Your mommy says you can't feel what I'm doing to her, but in case you can I just want to apologize to you now. You're too young to know the details, but what I'm doing is...loving…your mom. I'm not hurting her in any way and I'd never do anything to hurt her."

"What she does makes me feel good," Maura said to their unborn daughter. "Jane?"

"What?" Jane responded in a playful voice until she realized she was now talking to Maura instead of the baby. "I mean, yes, my love?"

Maura smiled at her wife. "Our baby is still in my womb and we've already given her the talk."

"It's easier this way," Jane pointed out. "She can't roll her eyes at us. Can she?"

Jane looked at her wife for an answer, but she noticed Maura daydreaming instead. "What do you think she'll be like?"

"Like you," Jane responded before running her fingertips along Baby Rizzoli's home. "She'll be intelligent and beautiful and she'll have me wrapped around her finger."

"I do not have you wrapped around my finger," Maura argued.

"Ice cream at three in the morning," Jane began. "That heart ceremony when we made a bear for Sofia, giving you the last slice of pizza or the last cookie or the last of anything I have that you want and this is just during your pregnancy. Shall I list what I did before you were pregnant?"

"I want her to be like you," Maura stated, completely ignoring the list Jane had made.

"We already have a daughter like me," Jane pointed out. As if on cue, Hannah started pounding on the door.

"Ma!" she called out. "Ma! Wake up! We have to leave in an hour! Do you have my birth certificate?"

"It's on the coffee table," Jane informed her.

"And my social security card?"

"Hannah," Jane responded. "You can open the door."

"Is it with my birth certificate?" Hannah asked once she opened the door. Jane had expected Hannah to be wearing her pajamas, so she was surprised to see her daughter dressed and ready to go. It was the day Hannah had been anxiously awaiting and Jane had been dreading. In just a couple of hours, Jane would be sitting at the RMV while her daughter took the written test for her learner's permit. It was all Hannah talked about and, although Jane hoped she would be ready for this milestone in Hannah's life, all she could think about was how a learner's permit in the form of a little slip of paper would change everything. It was a step toward Hannah getting her license and having a taste of the independence that Jane wasn't ready to give her.

"It's all in an envelope," Jane pointed out. "Your birth certificate, your social security card, everything you'll need. I even signed the forms."

"Thanks, Ma," Hannah said as she looked Jane up and down. "Aren't you going to get dressed yet?"

"Hannah," Jane groaned. "We don't need to be there the moment they open the doors."

"Maybe not," Hannah agreed. "But you did promise a driving lesson on your day off and what a coincidence that I'm taking the test on your day off instead of a day when you have to go in to work or you're on call. And we're up early! That just means you have more time to teach me."

Jane covered her own face with her pillow. "Hannah."

"You promised," Hannah brought to her attention.

"I'll take you," Maura beamed until Jane gave her a worried look.

"No," she commanded.

"No?" Maura asked.

"No," Jane reiterated. "For the good of our baby, I'm not letting you get in a car while Hannah is behind the wheel. Just stay here and relax as much as you want. Your only job today is to continue creating a life."

Jane's lips brushed against Maura's, but Maura slowly pulled away. "I'm not bedridden," she argued.

"I know you aren't, which is why I want you to rest up so I could take you on a date tonight." When she noticed Hannah was still there, Jane leaned in to whisper in Maura's ear as quietly as she could. "And I bought more massage oils."

"Are you ever going to be like everyone else's parents and like not do it anymore?" Hannah asked, interrupting the kiss Jane and Maura were sharing. "So gross."

"Hannah," Jane glared at her daughter.

"I'll leave now," Hannah said as she slowly turned around. "Remember, Ma, one hour."

Three hours later, Jane was sitting by herself at the RMV while Hannah was taking her test. Jane was nervous for her daughter, but she was also grateful for the opportunity to share this experience with her. Not only was it a milestone in Hannah's life, it was also a milestone for Jane. Hannah was gaining her independence, but the form Jane had to sign gave her the reassurance that Hannah was still her little girl and Hannah still needed her. As a minor, Hannah was required to get Jane's signature on her form. For Hannah, it was just a signature, but for Jane it meant so much more.

To pass the time, Jane opened a folder in her photo gallery filled with pictures of Maura. Although it wasn't her intention, the photos were arranged like a timeline of their relationship and further proved how much Jane's life had changed and how much deeper her love for Maura had become. The first photos were taken at the start of their courtship when their lives revolved around nothing more than their careers and each other and it was evident in the pictures Jane had taken. There were the pictures of Maura dressed for a date followed by some of her undressed after their dates. There were some taken at the cabin after they were married and some of Maura in lingerie of Jane's choosing and, as much as Jane loved them, they couldn't compare to the pictures taken during Maura's pregnancy. There were the pictures of her at Build A Bear Workshop and some with an enormous ice cream sundae that Jane had made for her, but Jane's favorite pictures of her wife were the ones they took of Maura and her continually growing baby bump. The bigger Maura became, the closer they were to meeting Sofia and the more real everything became for Jane.

As she continued to look at pictures of her wife, Jane received yet another picture. Without caring if people would stare at her, Jane started to laugh when she saw that her wife had sent a picture of herself with a sad expression on her face and an empty carton of ice cream in her hand. The caption read, "Baby Rizzoli wants more mint chocolate chip" and Jane immediately responded with "Baby Rizzoli or you?" It had been a running joke of theirs since Maura's cravings began and now that Maura was approaching her eighth month, it dawned on Jane that this special time in their marriage was coming to an end and a new chapter in their lives was about to begin.

"I passed!" Hannah shouted as she practically ran from the testing center to where Jane was seated.

"You passed?" Jane asked in disbelief.

Hannah waved the written test in front of her. "Don't look so shocked. I only missed one."

"Congratulations," Jane told her daughter although her mind was now on how much it would cost to insure a teen driver and medical bills she would receive from the heart attacks she knew she'd have while being in a car with Hannah behind the wheel.

"Thanks," Hannah beamed. "And when I turn sixteen, I can take the behind the wheel test. We can come on my birthday, right?"

"Sure," Jane said absent-mindedly, her mind now switching from insurance and medical bills to the cost of repairing her car after the dings that Hannah was sure to put in it.

"I'm driving home," Hannah insisted, but Jane put a stop to that before they even set foot outside of the RMV.

"You're not driving where there's pedestrians or other cars," Jane teased. "We're starting in a parking lot, an empty parking lot."

While in the parking lot, Hannah had mistaken the gas and the brake pedals on more than one occasion and accelerated much too fast for Jane's comfort, but after an hour of showing her daughter the basics, Jane had survived Hannah's first driving lesson and the moment they arrived at home Jane took Hannah's learner's permit and stuck it on the refrigerator so all of the guests at Maura's surprise baby shower the following week would be able to share in their proud moment.