A/N:

Epilogue everyone! Hope you guys enjoy.

Apologies for the error and hopefully this makes up for all the angsty chapters of this story.

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I will now focus on the other two (and I'm in the middle of making a one shot, a hopeful idea that the show will end up that way). :D

-What's meant to be will always find a way-

They had just closed the case of Cut-throat and was enjoying a quiet time while sipping their wines and laying side by side on Jane's mattress in the lounge room.

It was quiet for just a bit of seconds before Maura disturbed the quietness with her insistence of-

"So you must've had a wedding fantasy when you were little."

Jane had to laugh. She didn't expect the comment after the conversation they just had, but it was not a surprise coming from Maura.

Maura smiled and continued on, "C'mon, every girl has one."

Sighing and knowing that her best friend would probably not let it go, she decided to share.

"Ok. It wasn't really a fantasy," she paused and Maura waited patiently. "I had this damn idea that… I would," she looked at Maura and smiled. "Say my vows at Fenway over home-plate in a Red Sox Jersey," she quickly revealed and turning to her friend again awaiting… criticism perhaps?

Instead, Maura just smiled at Jane whilst Jane was smiling back. Meeting each other's eyes and smile, both simultaneously laughed.

"It's not damn," Maura said after she recovered, still smiling. "It's not exactly elegant but…" a soft laugh, "at least it's colorful."

A little more chuckling and then a quiet tone from Jane-

"We would have the reception at the pitcher's mound and we would serve foot-long hotdogs, frozen lemonades… guests would throw peanuts at us instead of rice."

Almost in a quiet and calm tone, Maura asked, "can I come?"

Turning to her friend and deciding that it was enough for a serious talk Jane said, "Maybe!"

"Ok," Maura answered back.

And then added, "A RedSox jersey?

"You're in my fantasy, you cannot tell me what to wear," Jane countered looking up at Maura smiling while the honey-blonde chuckled.

It was the usual night at the Rizzoli-Isles house hold. Both Jane and Maura were at the study room, with Maura typing away on her laptop working on her debut novel and Jane going through the finished chapters of the said book.

Maura started the novel a year ago when she escaped to Maine from the drama that had befallen her life, but didn't get to finish it. It was when they were moving to DC when Jane had stumbled upon the journal where Maura had written the story and encouraged her wife to continue working on it. Of course with little persuading, Maura agreed.

They also agreed to work on the first novel together and made it the one about Hoyt. After all, Hoyt may have been their worst nightmare, but he had been a pivotal piece in discovering how their relationship had evolved, not particularly in their eyes but in an outsider's eyes.

Jane just finished yet another chapter, making some notes on the side when she looked up to glance at her wife. Their table were right across from each other much like the way her desk and Frost's desk in BPD had been.

A year and some months ago, she had agreed to do a lecture for the FBI trainees and against all expectation she had actually enjoyed it. But because Maura would be moving to Maine, she decided to not dwell on to the idea much as she was set to follow Maura to Maine. Of course, she shouldn't've underestimated how well her then fiancée knew her. As soon as she came back to Boston and relayed her experience in DC to Maura, she didn't have to say anything. Maura immediately suggested that maybe instead of moving to Maine, it would probably be best for the both of them to move to DC instead. Jane was set to object but Maura pointed out that she could do her writing anywhere and that it would be a great opportunity for Jane to explore another career without fully letting go of what she was most passionate about. Also adding the fact that at least they both wouldn't have to worry about someone shooting at her or hunting her down.

At the thought, a simple smile crossed her face still gazing at her oblivious wife. Or so she thought-

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Maura asked and smirked before looking to meet her wife's eyes.

She and Jane had been married for a year, but she was still not immune to how Jane's look made her feel. Every time she turns to meet her wife's eyes, those brown pools she loves so much never fail to make her heart skip that one beat; every time Jane would look at her, she would feel it even from across the room. It was endearing and she wished that those feeling would never fade.

Smiling fully at being caught looking, Jane shook her head. "I was just thinking back and wondering what I may have done in the past that landed me a very beautiful wife."

At the comment, Maura blushed but didn't hide it. It was yet another thing she discovered about her partner. When they were just best friends, Jane was sweet and caring regardless of all her sarcasm; of course it didn't change now that they're married. However, she never knew that the Italian could be so charming sometimes that she could be rendered speechless.

Just like now, she was at loss of what to say that all she could do was smile while shaking her head. She met Jane's smiling eyes one more time that gave her a confident wink before she turned back to her laptop.

"You kissed me the night before my wedding was what you did," she managed to say teasingly and earned her a hearty laugh from her Italian wife.

At the unexpected comment, Jane laughed. She still couldn't believe how far Maura came from being the literal woman she met years ago to the one whom was still literal but could throw her own sarcastic comment and joke every now and then.

It amazes her every day with how her relationship with Maura had gone from platonic to romantic. But she didn't want to think of it too much. So once her laugh had subsided and she opted to continue her reading. However, her eyes caught sight of Maura's left hand resting on the table and immediately her vision pinned to the their matching wedding band on Maura's finger.

They had set the date, but they haven't had the chance to decide on the venue –if it'll be in Boston or in Maine or in DC or even in Paris or Santorini Greece. Jane had been insisting that they should have their wedding in the cliff of Santorini right above a volcano just like Maura's dream wedding but the said woman just chuckled at the suggestion.

"Why are you laughing? It was your dream wedding," Jane asked a little offended with her fiancée reaction. She once remembered Maura mentioning her dream wedding and she just wanted to give her that. Jane particularly was not big on weddings but she knew Maura was.

She had had a disaster of a supposedly wedding with Jack not so long ago and Jane wanted to make up for it. She wanted hers and Maura's wedding to be perfect –even though an actual perfection was just a mere dream.

"Jane, I don't need to be married at the cliff of Santorini," Maura explained now smiling at her pouting girlfriend. It was sweet of Jane to have suggested that and she really appreciated it considering she knew how Jane detest flashy celebrations and anything alike. "That was a dream when I was 5 and certainly not what I would've wanted for our wedding."

Jane pouted more. Why wouldn't Maura to have her dream wedding with her?

At Jane's reaction, Maura smiled and walked closer to the taller woman, encircling her arms around Jane's shoulder and looking up at her eyes, smiling.

"Don't pout," she said kissing Jane's lips lightly. "It wasn't that I didn't want to have my dream wedding with you, but it was my dream wedding then, not now," she tried explaining.

Jane remained silent but instead circling her arms around Maura's waist. "What do you want for our wedding to be then? Because it's only 4weeks away from our chosen date and we still have nothing aside from just the date."

Smiling, still calm, the honey-blonde shrugged. "As long as you're there, I don't really mind where it would be," she said and once again planted a single kiss on Jane's lips.

The statement was sweet and it tugged on Jane's heartstrings in a nice way, but she wasn't done fishing for more of this sweet gesture from Maura, thus she said-

"You were a lot fussier with organizing your wedding with Jack."

It was a comment that was said good-naturedly and Maura took it as that. She and Jane had talked about what had happened then and they both agreed that whilst they wished it had happened in a different way without anyone getting hurt, how it happened might've been the only way for the two of them to realize what they needed to realize.

If Jack hadn't shown again and charmed her way back to Maura's life and asked her hand in marriage, if she didn't said yes and agreed to move away with him, Jane wouldn't have realized nor thought of how her life would be without her best friend. Maura had been an integral part of her life that she never imagined that there could be a day when she would lose her. And with Jack's marriage proposal threatening the life that Jane got used to, it forced her to see and therefore realize that life without Maura was a life she didn't want to know.

With that thought being grasped, it had opened another set of question of 'Whys' and that was when she used her deductive reasoning in use and eventually had been enlightened that for a long time, her love for Maura had been more than just a love for a friend. She may not have the exact date, but she knew Maura had stopped being just a friend for a long time that even her 'nemesis' had seen it –sadly before she does.

So, it may have caused a lot of heartache and pain –for the both of them- and Jack being the innocent casualty –so to speak-, they both accepted that it may have been the only way possible for them to actually actioned on what they feel.

"I was," Maura agreed, her hands buried in Jane's wild mane her fingertips massaging her beloved's scalp. "But only because at the back of my mind, I knew it was a compensation for not really having what I would really consider a perfect wedding."

Jane frowned in confusion and Maura smiled bigger, her other hand reaching to smooth the crease in the Italian's forehead.

"Having the preparation and venue and all that perfect was the closest to perfection I could get," she explained further and paused, making sure that Jane would understand the next words of admission. "Because Jack would never have been you."

An instant smile crossed Jane's lips and a blush crept in her cheeks. She was not a blusher but Maura had never failed to make her. Unable to find words, Jane instead leaned in and closed the little gap her lips and Maura had which had been returned immediately by the Doctor.

And when it was time to catch some air, both pulled but remained close with their forehead touching, smile still permanently in their lips, Jane remarked-

"My, my Doctor Isles… since when did you become a smooth talker?"

Chuckling and planting yet another small simple kiss on to her fiancée's lips, she answered, "only with you."

-o-o-o-

2 Weeks Later

Maura woke up in the middle of the night with the other side of her bed empty.

Ever since she and Jane had become a couple, never did they once spent a night alone. Even in the early days of their relationship, they never considered instantly living together to be 'moving too fast'. They had been best friends for years and had shared bed quite a number of times during their friendship. Also, since they had both decided to move to DC after their honeymoon, there was no point for Jane to keep her lease especially since Maura had insisted –and wouldn't take no for an answer- that she move in with her at her Beacon Hill home.

Yet, 2 weeks before their set wedding date, Maura found herself to be alone in bed.

"Jane?" She called out but was met with silence.

Confused, she decided to get up, noticing the soft glimmer of light by the door. Putting on a robe, she made her way downstairs and found the raven-haired Italian at the lounge, back on her and against the arm with her legs stretched along the length of the sofa with crumpled papers surrounding her.

Wordlessly, she walked towards the still oblivious woman and wrapped her arms gently around Jane. "What are you doing up so late?"

Jumping a little at the presence suddenly around her but immediately calmed when her senses caught on who it was, Jane snuggled in closer relaxing against Maura's embrace.

"We only have two weeks Maur before our wedding date and we haven't had anything finalized yet," Jane said tone of frustration and panic was for anyone to hear.

Maura saying that she doesn't really mind not having a big wedding and rather preferred a small intimate one on top of her saying that it doesn't really matter where or when as long as Jane marries her should've calmed and made everything less stressful, but it did the opposite for the Italian.

Sure Maura might want a simple one or anything, but Jane wanted to give the best to Maura. She never once pegged herself to be the fussy one in preparation of her wedding, but alas, it turned out to be that way. Her only guess was that, she never pegged herself to be marrying a woman, much less a Maura Isles, therefore her lack of interest before could be –somehow- justified.

But she is marrying a Maura Isles and therefore wanted everything to be the best if not perfect and yet she felt like she was failing miserably in making that happen.

Maura true to her words, never made a big deal out of anything –not on cakes, not on the menu and venue and not even on the wedding gowns. Against all expectation, the Doctor had been the relaxed one between the two of them and it was rather amusing –only if Jane hadn't been the one stressing out.

"Aww hunnie…" Maura cooed, kissing Jane's temple. "I told you, you don't have to stress yourself out because of this. We already hired a wedding coordinator and I believe everything will fall in to place…"

Frowning and turning her head to face the Doctor a little irritated at Maura's lack of care Jane accused-

"How are you so calm? Our wedding is in two weeks and nothing as in nothing has been concretely decided and yet you don't seem to care?"

Smiling kindly and patiently, Maura then reached and removed the pen and paper from Jane's hand, carefully climbing atop Jane, sitting against the woman's stretched lap.

"Baby, it's not that I don't care, of course I do," she assured the pouting –a little brooding- Jane Rizzoli. "But I told you, even if we don't meet the deadline of our wedding date, as long as at the end I get to marry you? It's plenty perfect enough for me."

A little pout on her lips –one she didn't know she was making- Jane murmured, "At this rate, we would be lucky if we get to marry this month or even before we move to DC."

At the hush remark, Maura leaned in and place a soft kiss against the Italian's pouting lips and smiled, "is that what you're worried about? That we wouldn't get wed before we move?"

"No. I just…" cupping Maura's face, caressing the soft skin beneath her thumb Jane admitted, "I just really want to give you a nice enough wedding –if perfection can't really be achieve. I wanted us to have an unforgettable one that it would make everything worth it –pain and all."

Reaching and holding the hand that was cradling her cheek, Maura nuzzled in to the warm palm. "This right here? This is perfection for me," she said meeting Jane's eyes. "And every day with you is unforgettable, no wedding needed," she continued all the while leaning in close until their lips were merely touching that they had to close their eyes involuntarily. "I love you Jane and knowing you love me just as much… it already made every pain worth it," she finished in an almost whisper.

Maura had barely had time to breathe, as Jane leaned to close that tiny gap and capture her lips. The kiss was soft but not lacking passion. It was like pouring those unknown words that could define the feelings that Jane has in a kiss and Maura answering with the same intensity of her own.

Soon, clothes were shed when touching of lips against lips wasn't enough. Hands once again roam the familiar valley and curves of each other's body. Kisses were more intimate and had been spread to other parts of one another's body.

They had been together not quite that long, but the fluidness of their movement seemed to echoed understanding of each soft sighs and moans that could otherwise only be achieved if two individuals have known each other in that level of intimacy for a while.

But it was easy for Jane and Maura to be acquainted with each other that it could very well be said natural. Maura's was like Jane's second skin in how well she knew where to touch, where to kiss, where to caress and it was the same for Maura. Their movements were at unison as if it was choreographed.

They fit perfectly.

They always have.

-o-o-o-

2 Days Later

"I don't really remember that Sox would have a game today," Jane said for the third time while parking the car at Fenway Park. "Also, I think we're a bit too early," she added when she noticed the almost empty car park.

"No," was Maura's simple reply.

"Are you sure?" Jane asked as she fix her hair inside her old and worn Red Sox cap to match her Jersey.

Maura had bought a jersey too and she insisted that she needed to break it in and the best way was to watch a Red Sox game at Fenway Park –which Jane didn't know they have. "Are you doubting me?" she looked back at Jane but with eyes glittering with giddiness that should've piqued Jane's suspicious mind, but Maura's smile was too infectious that she ended up just smiling back and reaching for Maura's hand to hold.

"No." She said.

At the entrance Jane frowned that Maura didn't even have to show their tickets –she hasn't really seen any ticket at all either- the guy at the booth just smile and let them in. The ex-Detective was about to ask what just happened but before she could open her mouth, Maura had requested if she could go and buy them some popcorn.

"Maur, popcorn is for movies, baseball you need to have hotdogs," Jane teased but kissing Maura's hand nonetheless.

Shaking her head, rolling her eyes and smiling at the same time, Maura just informed Jane she'd go ahead to their seats in which Jane nodded. She also placed a soft chased kiss on Jane's lips before murmuring "I love you," and then set off to the other direction before Jane had the chance to react.

Left speechless and smiling like an idiot –most probably- Jane watched her fiancée jogged away from her while unconsciously touching the lips that had been kissed not a minute ago. She could still feel the lingering feeling of Maura's lips against hers. It was always sweet and it always lingered even after it was done. It was a feeling Jane knew she would never get tired of.

Shaking her head out of her reverie, she turned and walked her way down to the hotdog stand only to find it close. Frowning deeper, Jane turned on her heels on autopilot. She walked towards where Maura went only to be stopped by hand on her elbow.

Jumping a little in fright, Jane was about to make a swing and whoever held her elbow but she heard Korsack's voice before she could see him.

"This way Janie," her old partner said all smiles and dressed in his own Red Sox Jersey.

"Oh, you're watching the game too?" Jane asked following her mentor and friend.

"You could say that," was Korsack's only reply, still leading them to the hallway that would lead them straight inside the Diamond.

Looking at the hallway and around her, Jane was sure that she hasn't been in this part of the stadium before, but before she could say anything, she found Korsack and her Ma at the end of what looked like a tunnel.

Curious and suddenly very nervous, she took those steps closer to both her Ma and Korsack, witnessing the gleaming smile on both their faces –also noticing the bouquet of flower that her Mother was handing her.

"What…" she uttered only to halt, when -once reaching the end and light befallen her eyes- the image of Maura at the Pitcher's mound also holding a bouquet came to view.

Instantly tears welled in her eyes but nonetheless the smile automatically appear, as it always does when she sees Maura; however this time, her smile was a lot brighter if that was even possible.

"Let's walk you down the aisle?" Angela broke the silence, linking her arm around her daughter's and not waiting for a response, she started walking with Korsack following on Jane's other side.

Walking towards Maura whose eyes were never leaving hers and bright smile homing her lips mirroring her own, Jane didn't even realize that she was walking. It was like she was floating, in slow motion towards Maura when really, all she wanted to do was run and kiss those smiling lips.

"Make sure you don't mess this one up, Janie," at the statement, Jane had to look at her Ma and break her eye contact with her fiancée.

"I am your daughter you know," she said lightly.

"Exactly! You're my daughter and I know Maura has always been the best thing that happened to you, so as your Mother, I'm telling you don't mess it up."

Before Jane could utter a word, Korsack's chuckled reached her ears just after her Ma's short lecture. Turning to look at his friend and mentor, seeing the glint in his eyes, Jane knew whatever she'd come up and say would only earn her more chuckling from her ex-partner and -by the looks on his Ma's eyes when she turned to her again- her Ma.

She opted to say nothing and look ahead to her bright future –Maura.

Few more steps and it seemed she just blinked, Jane was standing in front of the lovely Doctor, hand reaching for her. In turn she reached for Maura's as well meeting in the middle. "Really? Fenway Park?"

Maura giggled, letting Jane take the lead towards Father Crowley. Once in front of the priest and now facing each other, both hands holding one another, Maura explained-

"You were so busy trying to give me the perfect wedding, not realizing that my perfect wedding would be where and when I'm marrying you."

At the statement, a single tear of happiness slid down Jane's cheek with which Maura was quick to catch with a thumb softly caressing the skin.

"You said you're idea of a wedding would be at Fenway Park on the Pitcher's mound over home-plate…"

"You remembered?"

Kissing the corner of Jane's lips, pouring all the love she has for Jane in that one simple kiss, looking directly in her eyes, Maura answered "I don't forget, especially if it has anything to do with you."

Heart beating erratically in her chest, giddiness showing in her goofy smile, Jane was about to lean in again to capture Maura's lips but was halted by someone clearing their throat.

Father Crowley.

Turning to the Priest, both saw the sheepish smile adorning Father Crowley. "I believe it doesn't matter where the wedding is at, that part you were about to do would always be at the end."

Everybody laughed at the Priest's comment and Jane had to look around. All their friends and close family members were there. She turned to the giggling Maura and she had to pause, basking in Maura's happy image –in Red Sox jersey nonetheless- in front of her.

Maura looks her happiest.

And that right there, was the perfection Jane needed.

"JANE!" Maura repeated again, a lot louder this time.

She had been trying to get her wife's attention, calling her name out a couple of times but said woman seemed to have left her and lost in her own world.

"Uhmmm?" was Jane's only response, blinking a few times and facing the frowning honey-blonde across from her.

Yet again, Maura rolled her eyes –a habit she picked up from Jane- and shook her head. "Were you that lost thinking about Agent Davies that a mention of his name and you're all swoony?"

At the comment, Jane frowned. She doesn't remember Agent Davie's name being mentioned nor does she recall ever talking about said FBI agent.

"What're you talking about?"

Sighing, Maura turned to her laptop again but explained anyway –without looking at her confused looking wife. "I was asking if Agent Davies is still putting on some moves on you," she said dryly.

And Jane had to smile. She never pegged Maura to be the jealous type, but she wasn't complaining. Maura's jealous streak showing every now and then was always adorable –and endearing for some reason.

"Not that I care to notice," she said with a hint of mischievousness in her tone that she failed to hide; in turn making her wife look up at her.

"What's with the smirk?"

"Why are you jealous of Agent Davies?" Jane asked instead of answering, she then stood and made her way to the other side –to Maura's side of the table.

"I'm not," Maura denied.

"Maur, you may not get hives now every time you lie, but you're still not very good at it," said Jane, while taking the Doctor's hand closest to her and kissing it gently.

The smile the crossed Maura's lips was a discreet one but it didn't went unnoticed for the ex-Detective.

"I'm not," she insisted. "But I am not a naïve to the fact the Professors seemed to have that certain appeal."

The frowned that showed in Jane's brows was quickly addressed before she could say anything.

"I dated Jack –a professor. I married you –an FBI instructor- much like a professor," Maura reasoned.

Letting go of Maura's hand and turning the said woman's chair to the side to face her, leaning in and placing both her hands on either side of the armchair for support, Jane added-

"And I married you."

When Maura didn't say anything, but seemingly fighting the curve the was showing in the corner of her lips, Jane went on-

"Why would I even bother wasting a second noticing if Agent Davies was trying to make a move, when I have you for my wife? The most beautiful, and smart, and caring, and sexy," at this Jane winked and successfully getting her wife to fully smile and giggle. "And the most beautiful," she repeated.

"You already said that," Maura pointed out.

"I know," Jane confirmed, leaning in closely. "But that's because you really are," she almost whisper as she planted a soft kiss on her wife's mouth. "Beautiful," this time she really whispered before claiming Maura's lips again, this time in a much longer kiss.

Maura's arms automatically circled around Jane's waist, pulling the lanky woman down. "Flattery will get you anywhere," she murmured between kisses.

"Good to know," was Jane reply, before leaning in more and deepening the kiss.

Maura met her with the same passion and enthusiasm, pulling her further more. Jane obliged and leaned in closer, wedging herself between Maura's thighs.

Married for more than a year, been together for almost the same amount, and Jane still felt like she was just yet again learning Maura's lips. Maura's lips were familiar, the kisses were the same but every time she kisses her, it always seemed like the first. Maura was the same, every time Jane's lips covered hers, every time their lips touched, every time Jane's tongue would caress hers, a shot of jolt would go straight to her heart. Thus make her wife's kisses were addictive and she never wanted to be immuned.

Deepening the kiss more and wanting to feel more of Maura's skin, Jane without thinking let her hold of one of the armchair go, making her lose balance and stumbled against Maura, sending her wife and the chair the fall over.

A matching scream was heard and then silence. Hazel eyes and brown looking at each other for a second or two, and then a smile; and then there was laughter.

"Omg…" Maura managed to utter after a fit of laughter.

"Who would've thought a kiss could be a hazard?" Jane commented after recovering from hers.

"If everyone kisses the same as you then…" Maura teased, but a hint of seriousness in her tone and look, her fingertip running across Jane's cheekbone in feather light.

Smiling and not bothering to hide her blush, Jane responded, "Flattery will get you anywhere."

And at that Maura stated laughing again and it reminded Jane of how Maura looked on their wedding day at Fenway Park.

Her hazel eyes sparkling, her smile full and she looks as beautiful if not more.

"I was remembering our wedding day when you thought I was day dreaming of Agent Davies," Jane out of nowhere admitted.

It got her wife's attention, whose smile remained in her lips but the laughter seized.

"It was the happiest day of my life," Jane further revealed.

"It was mine too," Maura admitted, cupping her wife's face which was welcomed by Jane nuzzling in to the touch.

"Remember my vow?" Jane asked but continued on without waiting for Maura's confirmation. Maura would've surely remembered anyway. "You were the love I never knew I needed even though I knew for a long time that you were the person I knew I'd never want to live without. You're my best friend but you are also so much more. I never told you, but I've always thought you as the brightest thing –person- in the room. I love you and I will always love you until I stop breathing and even beyond."

When Jane finished repeating her vow, Maura was once again in tears just like she was on their wedding day. The words still went straight to her heart and the way Jane had said it again, it was the same as the first time. Unable to speak straight away, Maura stalled by kissing Jane's lips the same way she did on that day. It was a simple soft kiss, she poured every emotion and feelings she was feeling that words were not enough to describe.

"I've never believed in miracle," she responded –with her own vow- once she was found her voice. "I'm a science person, I believed in evidence. I don't assume, I don't guess. And I wasn't looking for love either. But for whatever reason, I found you. Regardless of what you knew and know, you were also the love I never knew I needed. You just being in my life made me more of who I am than what I thought I was. You were always my exception. You are my miracle. I love you. I always have. And always will. "

By the time Maura finished hers, Jane was bawling much like on their wedding day. Their promise echoed through their action when both once again sealed it with a kiss.

Tears may have mingled as distance vanished between, but it was tears made of joy and the kiss made of love.

"May I add forever?" Jane murmured when pulled slightly to breathe.

"Forever don't really exist Jane," Maura replied in her typical Maura way, though she found the statement to be sweet.

"Uhm…" Jane hummed as if thinking, "That's strange."

A little crease on the honey-blonde's perfectly shaped brow, she asked, "What?"

"Because I found my forever in you," Jane casually said but a smirk playing at the corner for her lips.

Rendered speechless once and again, Maura just smiled and instead of word, captured her wife's lips for yet another kiss. She would never say it aloud –or at least not yet-, but feeling Jane's lips against hers, strong arms around her waist, warm comforting body slowly embracing her, she knew Jane was right.

Forever does exist.

She found hers in Jane.