Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Rizzoli and Isles. The basis of this story comes from something that my nephew said to my mother which made me laugh – so I decided to turn it into a silly chapter.

"Hey you." Jane smiled as she walked into their bedroom. She found her wife propped up amongst the pillows reading a book. The detective had just gotten home from a late evening at the precinct.

"Hi." Maura greeted without pulling her eyes from the pages.

The brunette changed into shorts and a tank top before climbing into bed next to the other woman. She pressed herself against Maura's side and looked over her shoulder at the book in her lap. "Business or pleasure?" She asked with a smirk. Jane could never tell with the books that Maura read. All of the medical books looked the same to her, but meant different things to the honey blonde.

"Pleasure, actually." Maura stated.

"Well," Jane smiled as she pressed a kiss to her wife's neck, "What do you say you put that down and indulge in a different type of pleasure?"

She continued to press open mouth kisses along her pale skin but Maura showed no reaction. "What's wrong?" Jane asked pulling away.

"I'm mad at you." Maura said simply though she didn't offer any other explanation.

"You haven't seen me since this morning. What could I possibly have done?"

"It's more like what your son did – said rather." Maura told her as she closed the book.

"Oh, he's my son? Only mine?"

"When he exhibits behavior like this, yes, he is YOUR son."

"What happened?"

Maura folded her arms across her chest as she began to tell her story. "We were in here together this evening. I was folding laundry and he was playing with his toys when it turned to me and said, 'Mommy, I just farted. Smell your room!'"

Jane could not contain the laughter that instantly bubbled out of her. She didn't even attempt to try. She did, however, bury her face between Maura's shoulder and the pillows behind her in attempt to muffle the sound of her hysterics. She knew she would be in even bigger trouble if she woke their sleeping child.

Maura's tone was cool, "It's not funny, Jane."

"Oh come on, Maura. Yes it is!" Jane wiped tears from her eyes as she sat up.

"We are trying to raise him to become a gentlemen and behavior like that is simply unbecoming."

"Honey," Jane chuckled, "He's three. He's a boy. He is going to say stuff like that no matter what we say or do!" She paused for a moment before she finally asked, "And how is this my fault?"

"It's obvious that he picked up this kind of language and humor from you!"

"Me?!"

"And your brothers!" She exclaimed.

"I would certainly point the finger at them first! They were the kings of farting when we were growing up! They used to pin each other down and fart in each other's faces."

A disgusted look crossed Maura's face, "Well, Liam will certainly never be doing that to anyone."

"He also could have picked up ideas like that from daycare."

"I highly doubt that, Jane," Maura said defensively, "St. John's…"

The brunette cut her off, "Just because he goes to the fancy daycare with fancy rich kids does not mean that the other kids there don't make fart jokes. Fart jokes are funny no matter how much money you have."

"They are not." The doctor pouted.

"Are you telling me that you didn't laugh at all when he said that to you?"

"No, I did not."

Jane leaned into her, "Not even a little, little bit."

Maura was quite for a moment before she sighed, "Ok, yes, I might have chuckled."

"I will take it!" Jane grinned in triumph as she kissed Maura's cheek. "He is going to be 'my son' every time he does something like this isn't he?"

"Yes," Maura laughed and kissed her wife. "Always."

My nephew's antics are going to be making it into my next chapter of 'SwanQueen Collection' as well. If you're a Once Upon A Time fan too, I'd appreciate you giving it a read!