I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Most of the characters in this story belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.
I would like to thank Ava for beta reading this chapter.
A/N: Just encase anyone gets confused, this epilogue chapter takes place a while after the previous chapter!
Epilogue
"Happy Birthday to youuu!" The crowd sang.
"Hip, hip!" Jane yelled.
"Hooray!" The room full of people cheered.
Hip, hip!" The Italian repeated.
"Hooray!" Everyone yelled.
"Hip-"
"Can I just blow out my candles?" The teenager laughed, silencing the room full of familiar faces.
"Go for it!" Jane smirked.
"Make a wish Charles!" Hope looked up smiling at her older brother.
"And don't even think about wishing for a motorcycle." Maura shouted from the other side of the table.
"I remember when Janie wanted a motorcycle." Angela chuckled.
"Ma, let the kid make his wish!" Jane rolled her eyes at her mother.
"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore! I'm officially an adult!" Charles grinned.
"Welcome to the real world." The detective chuckled, patting the taller boy on his back.
The room fell silent and everyone gathered closer to the table, all eyes on the young man as he blew out his candles. The doctor had wanted to do something special for her eldest child's eighteenth birthday but after much discussion with Jane about a surprise party, Charles asked if he could have a quiet gathering at their house, just the family and friends. Angela had taken the opportunity to decorate the house in as many balloons, banners and party poppers before her daughter could intervene. Maura had arranged a special soccer ball cake to be made with the most embarrassing picture of her four year old son with two tampons stuffed up his nose after a heavy nose bleed. Suddenly all the candles were out and the room erupted in whistling and clapping.
"I call first slice!" Jane yelled over the sounds of people clapping and cheering.
"You can't just call first slice!" Maura pouted.
"I can and I just did." Jane smirked.
"Isn't the birthday boy supposed to get first choice of his own cake?" Angela furrowed her brow.
"Can it Ma!" The Italian hissed.
"Yeah, I'm the birthday boy and I get to pick." Charles threw the brunette a smug look.
"Fine but I get the second slice!" Jane narrowed her eyes.
"What's that up your nose?" Emmy asked looking up at Charles.
"Oh, well, err-why don't you ask your daddy?" The teenager smirked when his eyes met Frankie's.
"Good luck." Jane whispered a grin on her face as she looked at her brother.
"Is it wrong that your face looks delicious?" Frost asked forcing the room into laughter.
"That's what she said!" Charles winked.
"You're disgusting!" Hope nudged her brother, who pulled her into a side hug.
"Hmm, which piece?" Charles hesitated moving the knife around the cake.
"Hurry up and pick!" The young blonde whined as her brother continued to take his time.
"Ah, this is the one." The older sibling smirked as he cut himself a large chunk of cake, ensuring he left his four year old face for Frost.
"Hey that's the best piece!" Jane scoffed.
"How is that the best piece?" Maura tilted her head.
"It has the most icing!" The Italian pouted.
"I know!" Charles laughed as he passed the older woman.
"I hope it goes straight to your thighs." Jane mocked.
"Hey! I called the second slice!" The detective whined when she turned towards the cake to see everybody at it, cutting their own pieces.
"I can't believe my baby boy is eighteen." Maura whispered, looking at her son across the room with his girlfriend of nine months by his side as they shared the best piece of cake.
"Does calling something mean nothing to you people?" Jane huffed, walking over to her lover with a plate full of cake.
"God damn vultures." Jane scoffed.
"Can you believe they all attacked the cake even when I called se-?"
"Oh stop your complaining." Maura silenced her lover by pushing a chunk of cake into her mouth. Jane coughed before chewing the chocolate cake and swallowing it.
"Maura!" The younger woman stared at the blonde in disbelief.
"You like it?" The doctor smiled.
"I'd like it a lot more if it wasn't shoved down my throat." The Italian pouted.
"Oh don't be so dramatic." Maura teased, wiping a little chocolate from Jane's cheek before she brought their lips together in a sweet kiss.
"Mm, that does taste good." The medical examiner licked her lips.
"I know I do." Jane winked.
"I meant the cake." Maura giggled.
"Jeez, thanks." The brunette rolled her eyes playfully.
"What do you think then?" The blonde asked.
"Do you like it?" Maura crossed her arms.
"Yeah, it's really nice." Jane nodded.
"Nicer than the other cakes we've tried?" The honey blonde chewed on her lip.
"Definitely, it's tasty but not too rich and it's easy to chew not like that almond cake." The Italian pulled a face.
"Oh I agree, I always wanted a hazelnut almond cake but you're right, it was far too chewy." Maura nodded.
"Hmm, well that wasn't as bad as that damn mocha butter cream cake." Jane stuck her tongue out as she pulled a face.
"Now that was a disgusting combination." The brunette shivered at the memory.
"Well I liked it!" Maura shook her head.
"Well I told you, I'd be happy with hot dogs and lemonade." Jane winked.
"And I told you, we are not having our w-" The doctor was torn away from her conversation when the door bell rang out.
"I wonder who that is." Maura furrowed her brows.
"I swear to god, if my mother's ordered more party games or decorations." Jane teased.
"Surely not." The blonde tilted her head.
"You know my mother well enough, don't underestimate her craziness." The detective whispered, ensuring her mother didn't hear.
"Oh, I did invite Tommy after all, maybe he decided to come." Jane shrugged, after her mother's nonstop pleading she had finally decided to give her baby brother another chance.
"I'm glad Jane, despite what he did the last time he was here; he sounds like he's on the road to sorting himself out." Maura gave a gentle smile; it wasn't long after he attempted to force himself on the blonde in his drunken state that he was arrested for attempted robbery of a liquor store.
"Thank god for that priest that visited him in prison." Jane smiled.
"I'll be right back." Maura whispered as she kissed Jane's hand before walking towards her front door, dodging the crowd of teenage boys and girls.
"That had better be juice you're putting in that punch." Maura raised a brow at the group of boys around the bowl.
"Of course Miss Isles." Daniel, one of her son's best friends smirked.
"I don't condone under-age drinking in my house and remember you're in a room full of cops." The blonde glanced around and smiled when their faces turned pale and the bottle of alcohol was thrown in the recycling.
Maura couldn't stop the grin on her face as she headed for the door, Charles' group of friends were harmless, they were good kids and very involved with the community and their chosen subjects for College and the doctor had to admit, she was happy her son had finally fit into a group of trusting kind and caring friends who didn't mind when Hope asked to tag along with them on their outings. However when she opened the door, the smile quickly fell from the doctor's face when she found herself looking into familiar brown eyes.
"Ian?" Maura furrowed her brow, glancing at her exhausted looking ex husband.
"Hello Maura." The Australian smiled at the doctor.
"You look gorgeous." The man's eyes travelled up the slim curvy body encased in a navy blue Marc Jacobs dress.
"You're late." Maura crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame, she had informed the man that they were having a party weeks ago and yet he still decided to show up when it was nearly over.
"I'm sorry?" Ian furrowed his brow and Maura took the opportunity to look at his worn jeans, creased shirt and messy hair, clearly life with Vanessa had been taking its toll on the man.
"The party..." The doctor trailed off, her eyes failing to locate a present or even a card.
"Oh, what are you celebrating?" Ian tried to glance over the woman's shoulder.
"Seriously?" The medical examiner scoffed.
"I reminded you about this weeks ago Ian!" The blonde growled.
"Reminded me about what?" The man pulled a face.
"Do you even know what day it is?" Maura tilted her head.
"Yes, it's July the seventeenth." Ian shrugged, still oblivious.
"And that date doesn't mean anything to you?" Maura laughed sarcastically.
"It's the hundredth and ninety eighth day of the year?" Ian joked only to see the blonde wasn't impressed.
"Jeez, I don't know Maura, do you want to be more specific!" Ian laughed nervously.
"It's your son's eighteenth birthday." Maura spat, watching the man's eyes widen.
"Shit, I-shit I'm so sorry Maura. I've been so busy lately; everything's going wrong I- just-I'm so sorry!" The Australian shook his head.
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to your son." The doctor barked.
"Okay I will I-" Ian nodded and tried to enter the house.
"No, you can apologize to him on Friday." The woman shook her head.
"That is if he even wants to see you anymore. He's eighteen now, he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to." Maura shrugged, disgusted with the father of her children.
"If you aren't here for the party then why are you here?" The blonde sighed; she was sick and tired of these games.
"I just wanted to tell you that erm, well, Liam, my son, well he-it turns out he's not mine." Ian mumbled.
"What?" The doctor narrowed her eyes.
"He's not my son." Ian repeated.
"What do you mean he's not your son?" Maura tilted her head, she had met the little boy when he was two months old, Hope had dragged her out to see him sitting in his car seat and the doctor couldn't help but smile, he was gorgeous.
"One of the girls at work told me Vanessa's been cheating on me with-with some guy from Human Resources." Ian cleared his throat and Maura did her best not to laugh.
"I confronted her and we talked about it and I was willing to forgive her you know?" The man exhaled.
"But when I asked her when it started; at first she was reluctant to tell me then she finally admitted it began two month before she found out she was pregnant..." Ian shook his head.
"I always had doubts you know, the kid has green eyes and Vanessa and I both have brown. I got a DNA test and it turns out he's not mine." Tears filled Ian's eyes and Maura almost felt sorry for him.
"It's funny how things turn out." Maura said in a cold tone.
"Yeah..." The man trailed off.
"Anyway, I thought perhaps we could talk and maybe-"
"Maura baby, if it's those damn sales men again tell them to piss off!" Jane's threatening voice sounded out down the hallway.
"Oh-Ian." Jane nodded awkwardly, one hand touching the doctor's back.
"I have no interest in talking with you Ian but if you manage to go out and find your son a birthday present, or at least a card in the next hour, you are welcome to come in and enjoy the rest of the party with us." Maura offered, thinking of her son.
"No thanks. I'd rather not watch this dyke pretend to play happy family with my family." Ian spat.
"Excuse me?" Jane laughed.
"Oh for Christ sake, just leave Ian!" The blonde barked.
"You're no longer welcome in our home." Maura rolled her eyes and turned to head back inside.
"Y-your home?" Ian's eyes went wide.
"You're living together?" The Australian's mouth hung open.
"Yes." Maura shrugged.
"Jesus, the ink isn't even dry on our divorce papers and you're living with someone else." The dark haired man laughed.
"Oh please, it's been over a year since our divorce was finalised." The doctor shook her head.
"I have every right to be living with Jane." The blonde scoffed.
"Ha! It won't fucking last." Ian yelled.
"Oh no?" Jane fought back a laugh.
"Didn't anyone tell you?" The detective smirked when the man's face remained blank.
"We're not just living together." Jane licked her lips.
"We're engaged." Maura said as she held up her hand, showing off the huge diamond ring on it.
"Now if you don't mind, my fiancée and I would like to go back inside and enjoy my soon to be step son's birthday." Jane laughed, slipping her hand into Maura's before she slammed the door shut in the shocked man's face.
"God I love you." Maura whispered; pulling her future wife into a passionate, tongue filled kiss.
"You're gonna love me more when you become Doctor Rizzoli." The Italian grinned.
"Or am I going to be Detective Isles?" Jane raised her brows playfully.
"How about Rizzoli-Isles?" The doctor suggested.
"Hmm, I like the sound of that." The brunette sealed the deal with a kiss.
"So I finally know..."The younger woman whispered to herself, her eyes lost in the blonde's beauty.
"Know what?" The blonde tilted her head, a smile gracing her stunning face.
Jane smiled and looked deep into glowing hazel green eyes, this is was it, this was everything she had always wanted, had always dreamed of, this was true love.
"What it is, to have the perfect life."
A/N: This is the end guys, I hope you enjoyed this story and aren't too disappointed! All things good or bad must come to an end! Thank you to all those who have stuck with me, followed, reviewed and Favorited!