Well, here it is! The rather short, final chapter of Operation Rizzles!
As mentioned in the last chapter, this is the first story of a series. Unfortunately, real life has definitely gotten in the way of writing recently, so while yes, there will be a sequel to this, we are unsure of when the first chapter will be up. But, we promise it will be soon! Look out for it!
With this chapter, this story is complete. We want to thank everyone again for taking this crazy journey with us! We never expected the amount of follows, favorites, reads, and reviews that we have on this story. This makes us so happy, humbled, and much more excited about writing and giving y'all some awesome stories in the future!
Much love,
Rachel and Katherine
DISCLAIMER: After writing a 20,000 word story about our two favorite characters, we STILL don't own Rizzoli and Isles. Sigh. We suppose that this will have to do.
Much to Jane's dismay, Maura's labor progressed somewhat rapidly while she stood in a hot shower for 45 minutes, completely ignoring Jane's pleas to, "Hurry up, God," and "I'm not trained to deliver babies, Maura!" Maura simply found that she was most comfortable at home, in her environment. Sometime before midnight, when her contractions were around five minutes apart, Maura had finally allowed Jane to drive her to the hospital.
Jane stayed by her side the whole time, holding onto her hand while they put the IV in and only scoffing when Maura refused the epidural. "You're going to regret that," Jane mumbled.
But, Maura was indignant. "This was in my birth plan, Jane. I want to be completely aware and in control of my body. It reduces tearing and-" she began, but Jane had instantly put her fingers in her ears.
"La-la-la-la, I can't hear you talking about tearing," she said loudly.
Maura just laughed, shaking her head. "Soon I'm going to have two children," she teased before a contraction hit.
After what seemed like hours spent on helping Maura transition from one birthing position to another, assisting Maura walking up and down the hallways of the hospital, rubbing her back as she leaned over the bed, and watching her bounce on that ridiculous yoga ball, Maura was finally given the go-ahead to start pushing.
Jane Rizzoli had been a homicide detective for years. She had been shot, stabbed, kidnapped, and even managed to avoid drowning. If anyone were to ask her, she would have said she had seen it all. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of Maura Isles delivering their daughter. Jane held her hand and whispered words of encouragement for almost two hours, and she could tell Maura was exhausted from pushing. Jane was absolutely entranced by Maura, who had made little to no noise while focusing on pushing through the pain during contractions. Jane could tell Maura was wearing down, and yet she had this determined strength about her.
You're doing amazing, Maur.
You are so strong.
Keep breathing. Get ready to push again.
Oh my God, Maura. I can see her.
She has a head full of black hair.
One more push, Maura, and she's here. It's almost over.
And then, the whole world tilted on its axis as Maura let out a gut-wrenching scream and the doctor held up their daughter. Jane pushed back sweaty strands of hair off Maura's forehead and planted a kiss on her freckled nose as the nurse placed their daughter on Maura's chest.
Foreheads together and Maura doing her best to catch her breath, they admired the perfect baby girl. Their perfect baby girl.
"You did it, Maura," Jane felt her breath hitch as she ran her hand over the mass of perfect black hair.
"Happy birthday, Ellie Isles-Rizzoli," Maura breathed out. Maura intertwined her fingers with Jane's and gave her an ear-splitting grin.
In a split second, Jane fell in love with Maura all over again.
Yes, Jane Rizzoli had lived through many things. But at that moment, Jane knew her life was really just beginning.
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-R&K(: