A/N I hope you all really enjoy this chapter. I was really excited to write it! I can't wait to hear what you think. (and as always... I do not own Rizzoli and Isles)

Maura was sitting at the island researching on her computer. It was pouring outside and the rain was a soothing background noise. Jane came downstairs and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey," she said. "Whatcha looking at?" She looked over Maura's shoulder to read the screen.

"I am researching fertility options."

"Okay, what do you have so far?"

"I think we have two valid options. Intrauterine insemination, IUI, or in-vitro fertilization, IVF."

"I don't know what any of that means." Jane took a seat next to Maura.

"Okay." Maura turned slightly in her seat so she could see Jane as she explained. "With intrauterine insemination, the doctor will place the sperm directly into the uterus. With in-vitro fertilization, the doctor will remove mature eggs, fertilize with sperm, and implant them into the uterus."

"U,m okay." Jane stood and took a deep breath. "So which one is better?"

"They are both viable options. It all depends on what we decide to do."

"I get the difference. How do we decide which option is the best one for us?"

Maura knew the conversation they needed to have. She stood from her seat and grabbed Jane's hand. "Come here." She led Jane to the living room and sat them on the couch. "We need to decide whose egg we want to use – yours or mine."

"Oh."

"There are pros and cons, obviously."

"Yeah, we use your egg, our baby gets your good looks. Pro."

"Or, pro: we use your egg and our baby gets your good looks."

"Hm." Jane thought for a second, then said, "Con: we use your egg, the baby gets mobster genes."

"Hey!" Maura playfully slapped Jane's leg. "I have those genes and I turned out just fine."

"You are right. You are proof that nurture trumps nature."

Maura continued, "Con: you'd have to go through months of shots to develop eggs and then undergo surgery to retrieve them."

"If we use your egg, then you don't have to go through that. Pro." The silence hung in the air as they thought. "Hey, what's the cost of these options?"

"Intrauterine insemination costs around $1,000 and in-vitro fertilization can cost anywhere from $12,000 to $20,000."

"What!?" Jane stood in shock.

"Per cycle."

"So if you don't get pregnant the first time, we would have to pay another $20,000?"

"Technically, yes, but IVF has a higher success rate than IUI."

"Okay, but we're also paying for a wedding. We can't pay $30,000 for the wedding and $20,000 for IVF and still have money for the honeymoon. Or for another IVF cycle."

"So, it sounds like you want to do IUI."

"I mean, yeah." Jane sat back down on the couch. "It would be cheaper. I wouldn't have to endure shots and surgery. And our baby would look like you."

"Jane, who our baby looks like can't be what we base this decision on."

"Why not? I would love a little Maura running around here. I want our baby to have your eyes and your smile. I love that smile."

Maura beamed at Jane's comments. "Okay. We will do IUI."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." Maura smiled. Jane smiled back. "We'll need a sperm donor."

"Where do we get one of those?"

"There are fertility clinics. We can talk to my doctor and see who she recommends."

"So, we're doing this? Now?"

"Well. I'll have to call my OB/GYN to get a recommendation for a fertility clinic. Then we'll have to schedule an appointment. The doctor will want to track my cycle to see when I am most fertile and then bring me in when I am ovulating to perform the procedure. Two weeks after that, I can take a pregnancy test.

"Oh, is that it?" Jane said, sarcastically.

"I did extensive research."

"You always do. So what you're saying is, we need to start now because it's going to take forever."

"I'm saying I want to start now because I don't want to wait to start a family with you."

"Well then, let's get started."

...

Maura was able to schedule an appointment with a recommended fertility clinic two weeks later. They did an exam and ran blood work. They determined Maura was healthy enough to proceed without the assist of medications. They also set her and Jane up with a sperm bank. Which is why they were sitting on the couch drinking and preparing to look through a binder of sperm donors.

"Okay, before we start, I think that we need to discuss what we want," Maura said.

"I want sperm. God, I never thought I'd say that sentence."

"No, Jane. Do you want the donor to be of certain nationality, have a certain IQ, have a specific job?"

"I mean, I want our kid to be smart, so not a college dropout."

"I think our donor should be of Italian descent. So the baby will share your heritage. I think that's important."

"Maura." Jane said sweetly. The she leaned in and kissed her fiancé.

"Shall we?" Maura asked.

"Absolutely." They started flipping through the pictures and reading the sheets. "Oh, do we want them to be tall?"

"You're tall. So, yes."

"But, like, what's the cutoff? Do you want to have the baby of a six foot four man?"

"Oh, no. Six feet? No one taller than six feet?"

"Okay. So not the six foot four giant basketball player." They continued to flip. There were quite a few Italian men to choose from. "What about him?"

Maura read off the info sheet, "Italian. Five foot eleven. Graduated from BCU with a Bachelor's in... theatre?"

"Our kid would be creative," Jane marveled.

"Maybe. He's a maybe." They flipped through a few more pages. "Oh, he's nice."

"He's not Italian. I thought that was important to you."

"But he has a degree in aerospace engineering. Our child could work for NASA."

"No. Next."

They went on like this, each pointing out someone they liked and discussing, until they had been through the binder and were left with a pile of maybes.

"Okay." Maura laid their pictures out on the table. "We have it narrowed to five men. How do we decide?"

"We play spin the bottle," Jane joked.

"Jane, this is serious. This is our child's genetic composition."

"Which is why I'm gonna have to insist we reject Mr. Balding at Thirty." Jane held up his picture and then tossed it to the side.

"Fine. Now we have four."

"I still like the theatre guy." Jane held up his picture.

"Well, I like the Harvard Law graduate."

Jane sighs. They sat in comfortable silence, thinking on how to compromise, for a minute before Maura spoke. "I think we should go with the theatre guy."

"What? Why?"

"I get to contribute genetic material to our child and you don't."

"Can you please not phrase it that way?"

"I think that it's only fair that you get the final say on the other half of our child's genetic make up."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Theatre guy it is!" Jane threw theatre guy's picture up in the air and pulled Maura in for long, deep kiss.

...

Three months after their initial appointment at the fertility clinic, Maura was ready for their first attempt at having a baby. Jane and Maura took the day off and headed in. They were both nervous. Maura was covering by spouting off as many medical facts relating to the procedure as she could and Jane, for once, just listened. She knew that as nervous as she was, Maura had be ten times more nervous. The procedure went well. They went in, the doctor her thing, Jane held Maura's hand, and an hour later, they headed out of the doctor's office and back home.

Jane opened the door for Maura and let her enter first.

"Okay, why don't you go lay down on the couch and I will make you some tea."

"Jane, you don't have to wait on me. Dr. Hennessy said I could return to normal activities."

"Well, we have the whole day off, so let me spoil you. You just had a hard plastic tube shoved into your body. Let me get you tea and food and magazines."

"All I really want is for you to come over here and sit with me."

"You don't want your tea first?"

"No, I don't want tea. I want you."

"Okay." Jane took a seat with Maura on the couch. Maura snuggled in close to Jane and rested her head on Jane's chest. Jane pressed a light kiss to the top Maura's head.

Maura sighed contentedly. "This is all I need."

...

Maura walked into the kitchen and slammed a box down in front Jane, who was making her coffee.

"What...?"

"I can take a pregnancy test today."

"It's been two weeks already?"

"Yes." Maura raised an eyebrow. "Shall we?"

"Absolutely." Jane quickly set down her coffee mug and followed Maura upstairs.

...

Jane sat on the end of their bed and waited for Maura to come out of the bathroom. She was nervously tapping her foot on the floor. She heard the door open. Maura walked out and sat down next to Jane, the test in her hand.

"It'll be a couple of minutes," Maura said. "I set a timer."

Jane smiled nervously.

"I want a girl," Maura stated. "I want to buy her cute frilly dresses and little Mary Jane's."

"You are not putting our daughter in frilly dresses. She'll wear a Red Sox onesie."

Maura scoffed. "Over my dead body."

"Alright, compromise: Red Sox t shirt and a frilly skirt?"

Maura laughed. "That I can work with. I want this so badly Jane."

"I know. I do too."

The timer on Maura's phone began ringing. She silenced it and took a deep breath. She looked down at the test.

"What?" Jane eagerly asked.

"I'm not pregnant."

"You're sure?"

"I'm a doctor, Jane. I'm sure. I'm not pregnant. We're not having a baby." Maura stood from the edge of the bed and headed back to bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind her.

"Maura?" Jane called after her, worry and sadness rising in her chest. When she got no response she stood and knocked on the bathroom door. "Maura?"

"I just need a minute, Jane."

"Okay. I'll be here." Jane paused for a moment, then said, "You know, it's okay to be sad."

Maura slowly opened the door. She had tears in her eyes. "I'm not pregnant."

"No."

Maura fell into Jane's arms and began crying.

...

Jane walked down into the morgue to find Maura and get an update on their latest case. She also wanted to check on Maura. Ever since the negative pregnancy test a week ago, Maura had been depressed.. Jane walked in to the morgue to find Maura laying on an autopsy table with a pillow over her face.

"Maura, what are you doing?"

"Looking for the oblivion of sleep."

"What about her? We got a dead senator and you're laying here like you have all the time in the world." Jane picked up the pillow so she could see Maura's face. "Come on, you're gonna get lip gloss on your nice pillow."

"I don't care."

"I thought we talked about this. Jane pulled Maura up to sitting position. "It is okay that you didn't get pregnant. We can try again."

"I know. It doesn't mean I'm not sad."

"I know. It's just... ever since you got that negative test, you just... you haven't been yourself. I'm worried about you."

"Am I not allowed to feel upset about this?"

"No, you are. You absolutely are. I just want you to feel better, to be your old self again. We all do.

"You've been talking about me? My fiancé gossiping about me?"

"No, Maura, Frost and Frankie and Korsak, we are all worried. And I can't tell them why you're so sad, so they speculate. They're detectives, it's what they do."

Maura whined and laid back down on the table.

"Whatever you're feeling, it's okay to feel it. Just stop keeping it all in. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Just tell me what you need to feel better."

"What a great way to spend a Sunday," Korsak said as he and Frost entered the morgue.

Maura sat back up and gave Jane a halfhearted smile before she hopped down from the table to go started on the autopsy.

...

Jane walked into the living room that night to find Maura laying on the couch staring at the ceiling. She walked over and sat down, picking up Maura's feet and placing them on her lap. She rubbed Maura's legs in an act of comfort.

"Maur, you okay?"

"I didn't get what I wanted," Maura simply stated. "I'm sad. And angry. And even though I know the odds of getting pregnant and the science behind the process, it doesn't make me feel better."

"Hmmm." Jane moved her hands down to massage Maura's feet.

"All I wanted was this. I wanted to start a family with you."

"I know."

"And now we have to wait."

"I know."

Maura took a deep breath. "I need you to say something more than 'I know'."

"Sit up. Here." Jane helped Maura sit up so they were facing each other. "I love you. I want to marry you. I want a family with you. I want to visit new places with you and go adventures and eat good food and grow old with you. Right now, you are all I need. Right now, I want to plan a wedding; your big, beautiful dream wedding. Okay?"

"Okay."

Jane placed her palm on Maura's cheek and gently pulled Maura's face towards her. She placed a kiss on Maura's forehead and then one more on her lips. When Maura leaned in for more, that's when Jane knew everything was going to be okay.

A/N Don't worry, Jane and Maura will get their happy ending. I can't make everything perfect ;)