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I'm happy I had Patrick when we landed in Chicago because I didn't know what I was supposed to do. They had told me the kids would be staying with their grandparents until after the funerals, and then I was supposed to pick them up at the social services building. As simple as it sounded everything was getting so jumbled in my head, so much for trying to keep my own memory palace.

The funeral was really hard because well outside of the obvious I had no idea how to answer the family when they asked why the kids had been left to me. I honestly had no idea why she left me the kids we had only seen each other once or twice a year since college and I had never even met the kids.

"Teresa relax." Jane whispered reaching for my hand his was warm in mine. The funeral was almost over and I was lucky to not have spent the entire time with my head buried in his jacket. "Breathe… in and out." He started making designs on my hand with his fingers it actually was soothing. "In and out."

"Stop doing that." I hissed.

"Doing what?" He frowned.

"I don't need to be hypnotized to make it through the service." I argued, looking around to make sure we weren't disturbing anyone.

"No but you needed to breathe, and that was something you weren't doing." He smirked putting his arm around me. And just knowing he was next to me had this kind of soothing affect. Why was everything he did so soothing all of a sudden, maybe it was just the circumstances, maybe it's just been awhile since I've had someone try and take care of me. "Breathe." He whispered, and I couldn't help but slap him. "Now Lisbon we are at a funeral." He scolded.

"You know what…" I started but couldn't think of anything that was appropriate to say in a church, but then something dawned on me. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He chuckled turning back to face the front, somehow despite everything he had made things seem manageable.

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I didn't sleep at all last night and now I was fidgeting in a plastic seat in a waiting room. While they went through all of the necessary paperwork, you would think that since they knew I was coming in today for a whole week they would have done some of the paperwork in advance.

"You know it's a good thing they're running the background check on you and not me." Jane smirked, leaning back in his chair, legs crossed and sipping tea from a café down the street. He looked right at home sitting there, just like on his couch at the office.

"Teresa Lisbon." The lady finally looked up from the papers and I jumped up, Jane following. "Well everything looks fine and it was the parents wish for you to have the kids, and we don't find anything to stop that from happening. Are only concern is this says you live in Sacramento."

"Yes ma'am, I've lived in California since college." I nodded.

"Yes and I understand, my concern is taking the children away from where they grew up and in these circumstances." The lady worried.

"I understand and I really hate to take them away, but I guess their parents wanted me to have the kids, though I don't know why, and since I have a job there…" I started.

"No I understand," The lady interrupted, "My only concern is we will have to schedule visits to make sure the kids are adjusting to life with you, we'll have to get in contact with a branch of social services in California."

"Right, I can do that, I work in law enforcement unfortunately I've spent a little to much time with social services." I nodded. "I just have one question, did they say why they named me guardian of their kids?"

"I wouldn't know I never spoke to them, you'd want to get in contact with the person who helped them write the will." The lady frowned.

"It's just they didn't even tell me they were doing this." I worried.

"Teresa it's obvious." Jane jumped in, to be honest I had almost forgot he had been standing behind me.

"I'm sorry there's no mention of a husband." The lady stared at Jane for a minute before starting through her files again.

"No, not husband, good friend, co-worker…" Why was I stuttering so much at the idea of him being my husband, it's not the first time it's happened, in fact usually it's him spreading the rumor.

"Emotional support." Jane chipped in.

"Yes, and what do you mean it's obvious?" I turned to him.

"I have to assume that you've always had this mothering instinct, and from the people at the funeral the relatives are either to elderly, to unstable, or already have multiple children of their own. Besides that as I've said before I think it's pretty obvious you'd be an excellent mother." He explained taking one last sip of his tea before tossing it into a nearby trashcan.

"Well that's one theory I guess." I sighed, trying to decide if he was complementing me or insulting everyone else. "Is there anything else I need to fill out or questions I need to answer?"

"No we have everything we need, the children are right back here." The lady started to lead.

"And as far as their belongings, or the house is their anything I have to deal with?" I worried, I didn't know how much the kids owned or what was going to happen to the house.

"The family is dealing with the house and furniture, and their grandparents helped the children pack up." The lady stated, "I think you'll be expected to buy some of the things since a crib and some of other things like that weren't dropped off."