Jane watched the wind rustle through the orange and red leaves decorating the common. The air was just beginning to feel crisp and clean. She breathed it in and used it to pronounce her daughter's full name. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"I think it's perfect." Maura rested her head on Jane's shoulder.

They'd decided to get out of the house before it filled up for Sunday dinner. Constance had arrived the day before, happy she hadn't missed the birth, and was now helping Angela prepare the meal. Jane and Maura left their mothers to the cooking and went for a walk in the park. It wasn't far, and they weren't going very fast, but Jane requested a quiet respite on her favorite bench by the frog pond.

Echo was due in just two days and had shown no signs of wanting to move out anytime soon. Jane was both nervous and excited about what lay ahead. They'd done everything they could think of to prepare: reading the books, buying the things, making the family. All that was left was to welcome her to the world. And to decide on a name. Jane wanted it to be right. "It's not… you know. Silly?"

"No, not at all." Maura gently shook her head. "It's classic. There have been great women, real and fictional, with that name."

Jane bit her lower lip, trying to think of who Maura was referring to. All she could think of was a Beatles song.

"Nobody needs to know why we like it," Maura added.

Jane turned her head to share a conspiratorial smile. Then she sat back again and spoke the shortened version of Echo's name. "You're sure you don't want to use both our last names?"

"No, I want her to be a Rizzoli. Isles is suitable for a middle name."

Jane took two long breaths and felt her heart speed up. "What about you?" Jane could hardly hear her own voice over the thumping. "Do you want to be a Rizzoli? Officially?" She tried to play it cool, but she could feel Maura's head rising and falling with her labored breaths. Her eyes were glued to Maura, searching for a reaction.

Maura's head bowed and her dimple emerged as her eyes closed. She shrugged, but was obviously delighted. "Someday, yes. I would like that." She glanced up at Jane, who grinned back, and then smiled again. "I wouldn't change my name, though."

"No?" Not that it mattered to Jane. She had a hard time thinking of herself as anyone other than Jane Rizzoli. "You would have changed it for that dead guy you were in love with. Benny Vennie?"

"Antonio Benivieni? I was fifteen when I wanted to marry him. I didn't know who I was yet."

"You knew you liked Italians," Jane joked.

Maura laughed. "Some things never change."

Jane kissed Maura's forehead.

"I've grown up since then. I've worked hard to become who I am, and my name is part of that. As much as I love you, I wouldn't want to give up my identity for you." Maura wove her fingers together with Jane's. "And I wouldn't expect or want you to do that, either."

Jane watched Maura's thumb tracing her wrist, then shifted her gaze out to the pond. She envisioned Echo playing in the fountain on a hot summer day, and holding on to both Jane and Maura's hands while the three of them went ice skating in the winter. "I love you."

Maura shrugged happily. "I know."

They sat in silence a few moments longer, until a breeze shivered through Maura. Jane took that as a cue to get going. "Time to face the horde?"

"If you're ready." Maura stood, then turned around to give Jane a hand up. Her hand lingered for a moment, palm up.

Jane placed her forearm in Maura's palm, steadying herself with Maura's arm as she stood. Even after these years, Maura held on where Jane was strong and protected her where she had been tender.

Maura wove their fingers together. "We're not going to tell anyone we chose a name, are we?"

Now strolling, and taking the long way so they could pass by the Make Way For Ducklings sculptures, Jane pulled Maura's hand with hers into her jacket pocket for warmth. "And let them judge it? No way. We wait until it's on the birth certificate, then they can only say nice things."

"If we were Jewish we would have to wait for the first Shabbas after her birth."

"Is that right?"

"Yes. Hindus name their children eleven days after birth."

"Interesting."

"I think you're just saying that."

"I think you're right."

The house was indeed bustling when they returned home. Maura stood back, watching, while Jane hung up their coats. Angela was in the kitchen, shooing Tommy away from a casserole dish she had just taken out of the oven. When denied by his mother, he turned around and stole something off the cutting board Lydia was using to prepare the salad. Detectives Frost and Korsak were in the living room, each with a beer, talking jovially with Frankie. Maura saw them clink bottles. Then, jarringly, Constance appeared from the stairwell, carrying TJ sideways and making engine noises. He had his arms out and was squealing with excitement.

Constance stopped abruptly and righted the boy when she saw her daughter in the entryway. "Oh, darling, I hope you don't mind. TJ needed a diaper change, so I used your nursery."

TJ looked back and forth between the women and Maura gaped for a moment, then covered, smiling. "No, not at all."

As if winning an award, TJ threw his arms in the air and shouted, "Mow, mow!" Constance shrugged, then adjusted him and resumed his flight around the living room.

Maura felt a hand on her back and turned to see Jane beside her. "Never thought I'd see Constance playing airplane, did you?" Maura just shook her head, dumbfounded. Jane tilted her head a little more. "Did she do that with you?"

Maura shook her head again. "I don't know. I don't remember." She tried to think back but of course she would have been too young to remember anything from her toddler years. A squeeze of her hand brought her back to the present.

When Maura surveyed the room again, Frankie and Frost had put down their beers and were inserting the extra leaves in the dining room table. Tommy and Korsak were loading up on dishes and silverware, and Lydia was setting up TJ's high chair. Angela had orchestrated the entire effort, and Maura revered her ability to bring everyone together, making a weekly meal into an important event. She made a mental note to do everything she could to continue the tradition.

Jane, on the other hand, noted a break from tradition. She had taken a finger to the saucepan for a quick taste. "What's this, Ma? You trying a new recipe or something?"

Angela was bent over, setting the main course on the table. "I made it special for you, Janie. It's Scalini's eggplant parmigiana."

"That's funny, I don't remember asking for eggplant parmigiana. I don't even know who Scalini is." She wiped her finger on the hem of her shirt then joined everyone else at the table.

"It's a restaurant in Georgia. This recipe is supposed to help induce labor. Now sit down and eat up. I want to meet my newest grandbaby." Angela swatted at her with a dish towel.

Maura was just pulling out her chair when Tommy spoke up. "If it's gonna make Janie go into labor, what's it going to do to the rest of us?" He apparently wasn't too worried about the consequences though, because he was already spooning some onto his plate.

"Probably give us the runs," Frankie muttered to his brother, elbowing him and grabbing the spoon out of his hand.

Frost made a face and reached for a roll.

Angela ignored the boys' comments and used her own spoon to dish some eggplant out on to Jane's plate. "Their website says pregnant women go there all the time and eat this recipe, and then they have the baby within forty-eight hours."

Maura knew it was unlikely that a simple recipe could induce labor. And even if it did, it wouldn't be immediate. Yet she couldn't take her eyes off Jane as she ate her first bite. Neither could anyone else.

"Um." Jane was uncomfortable with the staring. She chewed and swallowed, then raised her eyebrows. "It's not as good as yours, Ma."

A collective sigh filled the room and Angela replied, "Well of course not, sweetie, but we gotta get that baby out of you." She finally sat down and everyone could relax and eat.

There was casual conversation as plates continued to be passed and stomachs began to be filled. Eventually, after some prodding by Korsak and Frost, Frankie spoke up. "Uh, hey everyone, I got an announcement." A hush fell over the room and Frankie got more attention than he was used to. Even TJ stopped banging his spoon on his tray. "Well, with you being on leave," he looked to Jane, "and Detective Cooper missing for over a year now, Homicide is short-staffed enough that Cavanaugh finally decided to fill Cooper's spot." Jane and Angela both gasped expectantly. Frankie grinned. "Starting tomorrow morning, I'm Detective Rizzoli." He shrugged and corrected himself, "The other Detective Rizzoli."

The room exploded with cheers. Jane gave her brother a congratulatory slap on the arm. Maura tilted her glass in a silent toast, then made a mental note to ask Susie to instruct him on all the proper procedures in the morgue and forensic lab. Susie was the most meticulous of her assistants and would be sure to give a fastidious orientation. Besides, the last time he visited the morgue, Maura had noticed a movement of Frankie's outer orbicularis oculi pars lateralis when Susie interrupted to deliver her report. He had been happy to see her. And the way Susie blushed when he greeted her suggested the feeling was mutual.

As the dinner progressed, TJ was the first to finish. He rattled the adjustable tray on his high chair until Tommy removed his bib, wiped the excess sauce from his face, and set him free. He toddled a few laps around the living room, then over to Angela, saying one of his favorite new words, "Gamma!" He climbed up on her lap and hugged her around the neck while she smothered him in kisses.

Jane noticed Constance admiring the unabashed affection between the toddler and his grandmother and spoke up. "Say, Constance, have you decided what you want the baby to call you yet?"

'I beg your pardon, Jane?"

"Well, Ma is already 'Gramma' to TJ, so Echo will probably call her that too. But what do you want to be called?"

Constance looked around the table for help. She genuinely hadn't considered it. "I suppose… I'm open to suggestions?"

Nobody wanted to be the first to offer a name. Constance was hard to read. Jane's stories and Maura's background made her out to be very formal, and she they thought she might take offense to being called something too silly or playful. On the other hand, she'd been friendly and comfortable among the group all evening, and they thought she might be disappointed if they offered a name that was too reserved or harsh.

Constance was beginning to look nervous in the growing silence when Lydia spoke up, saving her. "I used to call my grandma 'Nana.' She was real sweet." She shrugged and smiled sadly, obviously remembering an important person.

Something about Lydia's doe eyes and the implication that she'd lost someone special to her garnered a sympathetic smile from Constance, and everyone else relaxed as a result. They each started offering names, all at once: CeCe, Gran, MeMaw, Nonna, Mimsy, Grammie, Eema, Mams…

Constance held her hands up, laughing. "All such wonderful names." Then she looked to Maura. "Should I consult with Hope, to be sure we don't choose the same name?"

"No, Mom. You choose first."

Constance bowed her head and smiled, obviously pleased but trying to hide it. She smoothed her hands over the napkin in her lap. "Very well then, I think I'd aspire to be like your Nana," she nodded to Lydia, "if you don't mind sharing the name."

Lydia's eyes crinkled when she smiled. "No, I don't mind. That'd be real nice, actually."