Author's note: Here comes the very last sequel to what has now turned into a trilogy; reviews more than appreciated.

June

Chapter One: You Will Be The One

Little by little – second after second – her brain began to register every single detail around from the warmth of the sun in her back to the softness of the blanket on her bare arms. Aware of her own breath, she let her dreams fade away. Eyes closed. She had never liked waking up in a hurry. An unfamiliar sound made her move and groan, though. She frowned.

"What are you doing, Jane?"

Silence. Stifled giggles. As the unfamiliar sound pierced back through the quiet morning, the blonde opened an eye and moaned in annoyance before throwing a pillow at her wife.

"How many times will I have to tell you that I hate it when you take pictures of me while I am sleeping? Put this cam down immediately!"

"But you're so sweet by then..."

Eye roll. This time, Maura was definitely awake. "I don't care. It is the oddest thing to do... Now please, give me this cam." Hand up in the air, waiting desperately for the device. In vain. "I am going to count until three, Jane."

Chuckle.

"Fine." And within a fluid movement, Maura passed on top of the brunette to grab the cam but Jane turned out to be faster and pulled her back against the mattress, pinning her there between her thighs. She raised the Polaroid up in the air, moving from right to left to avoid her wife's hands; taking pictures at the same time.

"You won't get it! Ha ha! And then I'll have to create a Sleeping Maura photo album. Blame yourself, my dear. You decided to buy it. Best toy in the whole wild world." The films were sliding on the blanket, landing everywhere around as the image started appearing slowly on them.

An odd sound made Jane freeze. "What the..." Confused, she inspected the cam and pressed the button. In vain. "Shit. I broke it."

"By the amount of pictures littering the bed, I would say you actually emptied it and used all the film. Show me."

This time, Jane obliged and grabbed one of the pictures instead. Still straddling Maura, she smirked and giggled as the image became clear. "Cool shot. Wardrobe malfunction but cool shot nonetheless." She turned the picture around for the honey blonde to see and smiled as the scientist rolled her eyes.

"This negligee isn't made for bed fights. Besides, you are pulling on it right now. Just... Give me a chance to adjust it back." Hip movement to make Jane move slightly: fail. "If you rip it off, you will hear from me." No reaction whatsoever. Third eye roll of the morning, already.

Without adding anything, Maura passed her arms over the straps and rolled the negligee down to her stomach where Jane's knees laid by her sides.

"What are you doing?"

"Why I make sure that you will not damage it. This silk is very fragile so I prefer to lie topless than to hear the sound of the fabric being torn down." Maura winced in pain at the idea then shook her head.

Her fingers began to wander aimlessly – subconsciously – along Jane's thighs, playing with the seam of her boxer shorts. Look on her left, by the window. It was still early but the sky was already blue; the sun shining high and warming the room. It would be a beautiful day.

Of course, it is going to be. A beautiful, unforgettable day.

"Earth is calling Maura. I repeat: Earth is calling Maura."

Jane's comment made her smile. She took a deep breath and focused back on the Italian still sitting on top of her. The dark eyes she lost herself into brought her comfort, reassurance. If only for a couple of seconds. "Are you scared?"

It didn't take Jane a long time to understand what her wife was alluding to. Suddenly a lot more serious, she dropped the picture and bent over before caressing Maura's cheek softly. "No... Not scared. Just a little stressed and apprehensive."

It was only an appointment, the first one of a long series. Perhaps more symbolical than any other thing in the end. And nobody knew about it. As Maura had got the call from the clinic, they had spent the rest of the evening talking about it and by 3am they had finally come up with a scheme.

They wouldn't say anything to anyone until they were sure it had worked out. Maura would carry the child. Her job was physical but less risky. It seemed logical, given their chances.

"I could be pregnant in a month or so. It is... Strange."

Jane closed her eyes and leaned forward to draw a path of kisses down Maura's neck. Out of automatism, her hand slid down until it reached the honey blonde's breast. She cupped it and smiled against her wife's shoulder blade.

Everything would change. Once Maura gave birth, their whole life would take another turn. She knew it. Would they ever regret what they were having now? She preferred not to think about it. As long as she is by your side, life will always look bright. Don't worry, Rizzoli. You will do just fine.

"I will take care of you. I promise I will."

Her hoarse voice echoed against Maura's skin as her lips began their travel down the blonde's body. Her caresses melted in sighs – quiet moans – and made her smile.

"What have you done to it?"

Jane made a face and looked aside before shrugging. Stop biting your nails, it won't solve any of your current problems. Fingers: away from her mouth. "Maur' and I were in bed taking pics... I pressed the button – it made an odd sound – and it stopped working."

Uncertain of the way he was supposed to take such confession, Frankie looked at his sister in disbelief and blinked. "Please make sure I never come across these pics."

Snap on his shoulder. "You, idiot! This is not what you think. We are not... We don't do that."

The reply didn't seem to convince him much but he swept it away with a gesture of the hand before focusing back on the Polaroid cam. "I'm not really a specialist. Have you changed the batteries? Maybe they died."

Jane frowned, suddenly unsure. "I err..."

"Yes, I did and it still doesn't work. Your sister is a beast, Frankie. She breaks everything with her brutal gestures..." Smirk. Maura stepped into the living-room and raised her eyebrows at her wife.

Once they had finally left the bedroom – rather late in the morning – and changed the films as well as the batteries, the Polaroid had still refused to work. A mystery. At least it kept them – somewhat – busy. The clinic appointment was at 6pm. The day would be long, and stressing.

"Oh really? And who broke my tablet, exactly?"

Maura blushed, looked down. "If Coco Loco hadn't jumped on me, I would have not let go of it. He scared me!"

Heavy silence. A reproachful one. Jane's younger brother shook his head and raised his hands up in the air.

"Yeah alright. I've just stopped by to get this old barbecue you don't want anymore so please, don't include me in your domestic fights." Frankie put down the Polaroid on top of Maura's desk and motioned at the patio with his head. "Can I go and take it now?"Nod. "It's going to be epic in this house when you decide to have kids, I tell you."

Without noticing the timid blushing of his sister and her wife, Frankie crossed the room and opened the door that led to the patio before stepping outside in the sun. Maura shrugged. "I will buy you a new tablet..."

Shy nod. "And I... I will bring back the Polaroid to the store. There is a two-year warranty on it, anyway."

An odd sound – wheels rolling on the floor – suddenly filled the room and before they had a chance to wonder what was going on, Coco Loco passed the patio door on top of Jane's old skateboard. A bit too fast, though. As it hit a wicker basket, the kitten's fur bristled and quite frightened, the little pet jumped off the skateboard to hide under the cushions of the couch.

Jane blinked at the surrealistic scene and – hoping a scared Coco Loco wouldn't pee on the seat – took a deep breath. "Frankie! The cat is not a toy, for Christ's sake! You almost killed him!"

Maura made a face. Her carrying the baby had never seemed so wise. The Rizzoli genes were not as quiet as the Isles ones.