Maura's point of view.

seven months later.

I'm in labor. My water broke right in the middle of a restaurant. Jane left me standing because she lost her ever loving mind when she saw that it was time. Her face turned white as snow and her mouth fell open. She stared at me like the baby was going to come out at any moment.

She comes back a second later, and takes my hand. She leads me out to her car, her hands shaking as she does so. She opens the car door and when she goes to help me in I bend over as the first contraction hits.

"Oh shit, is that suppose to happen?" She asks, wandering her hands all over my body like she can fix it and it irritates me.

"Get your hands off of me." I hiss and glare at her.

She jumps back holding her hands up in the air. "But, I need to help you in the car." She tries to reason with me. Sighing, I lift my arms so she can help me.

Once I'm sitting on the soft leather seats I lean back to relax. Jane runs across the front of the vehicle and jumps in. She puts the key in the ignition and leaves the parking lot as fast as she can.

Another contraction hits, and I grip my stomach and hold my hand against the window.

"I'm sorry." Jane says, and tries to take my hand, but I jerk away again.

I groan as the contraction starts to fade. Jane doesn't say anything else and I start to feel bad.

"I'm sorry, Jane. It just really hurts." I tell her.

"I know." Jane says, and I see the bright lights of the hospital up ahead, as I feel another contraction start to build.

I grab Jane's hand and squeeze. Maybe a little too hard because she tries to pull away.

When we pull into the hospital parking lot Jane holds her injured hand, and opens the car door and runs inside to get a wheelchair, nurse, or whatever.

"Push!" The doctor yells at me eight long hours later.

9, 8, 7, the nurse counts down for the umpteenth time. Jane is holding my hand with one hand while the other is holding my leg back.

"You're doing great Maura." Jane kisses my sweat covered forehead.

I bit my lip at the pain. Tears run down my face. "One last time." The doctor says. "Push."

The nurse counts down again, and then I feel when the baby leaves my body.

"It's a boy!" The doctor says, and then she places him on my stomach and I start to laugh, I touch his little forehead. God, he's so beautiful.

I look up at Jane, and she leans down and kisses my temple. "He's beautiful, just like you." She says.

Hours later after Jane's family leaves and it's just us again, I watch Jane with our son. She's holding him against her chest with a content smile on her face. When he starts to stir and cry, Jane sits on the edge of my bed with me, and I grab his bottle and hand it to Jane. I run my finger across his chubby cheeks, as Jane feeds him.

"We make beautiful babies, Maura." Jane tells me in amazement as she looks down at him.

"Yes we do." I say, as I watch Jane with him.

"What are we going to name him?" Jane asks a few minutes later.

"I was thinking Theodore."

Jane's face crunches up. "I don't like it."

"We'll be here until he's in high school at this rate." I say.

"We'll figure it out." She says.

Jane's point of view.

Six weeks later.

"No." Maura whines. "I'm so tired." She slides her arm from over her eyes with a smile on her lips.

"It's okay, i'll get him" I say.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

I kiss Maura on her bare stomach before I throw on a pair of sweats and walk down the hall to Theo's room.

"How's my little man?" I stare down at my perfect six week old son in his crib. His hair is dark like mine, but his eyes are the same as Maura's. I lose a piece of my heart everytime I look at him.

Theo Benjamin Isles-Rizzoli aside from Maura is the absolute best thing in my life.

"Are you hungry?" I gently pick him up and cradle his tiny body against me, resting his head under my chin. I kiss his cheeks as I lay him on the changing table. "Let's get you changed, Momma's waiting for you."

With a quickness I don't know I possess, I change his diaper before he realizes he hasn't been fed yet. I hold him in one arm, gently swaying him back to our bedroom. It's amazing how the two loves of my life fit in my arms so differently, yet so perfect.

When I walk in, Maura is on her side, and her eyes are closed. I watch her for a minute, her breaths are slow and steady, and I realize she has fallen back to sleep.

I still question everyday how I got so lucky to be with the most beautiful, kind, loving woman in the world. I'm not sure how long I stand there, but Theo starts squirming around and starts to cry. I try to calm him, walking towards the kitchen. Laughter escapes me when I realize i'm bouncing with every step.

"It's okay, little man. You're hungry aren't you?" He slept for almost four hours straight, which is something he hasn't done before.

"Let's get you a bottle."

I warm the water and add formula, testing the temperature on my wrist. He starts crying louder. I walk back to his room and lay him in my arm, and hold the bottle in my opposite hand, and him close in the rocking chair. When his eyes start to close, I take the opportunity to rest mine. Once he falls asleep, I wipe the formula from his chin before carefully laying him back in his crib. Leaning down, I kiss his cheek.

"Be good for you momma. Love you." I whisper.

I tiptoe out of his room and stand outside the door for a minute making sure he's really asleep. I quietly slip into the master bathroom and take a shower. After I get dressed, I look at the clock and curse under my breath. Hating to wake Maura up but knowing I can't leave without saying goodbye, I sit on the edge of the bed next to her and brush some hair off her face.

"Hey, I've gotta go." She stirs and without opening her eyes, leans up and gives me a crappy kiss, before plopping her head down and rolling over. I laugh and roll her back over, and kiss her again and rest my forehead on hers.

"I'll miss you." I say.

"You too."

She rolls back over, and I pull the covers up. As I reach the door, she calls for me. I turn around.

"I love you." she says.

"I love you too."

Harrison drives me to my destination. I stare out the window nervous as the seconds tick by. As we pull up to one of the entrances of the concrete, grey stoned hospital, I just sit in the back seat and when he parks I look up at him as he looks back at me through the rear view mirror. "I don't know if I should do this."

"You've come all this way." He murmurs quietly. "You can do this."

I nod, and step out of the car, Harrison who usually doesn't follow me in anywhere gets out with me, and walks beside me.

I go to reception and ask for my father's room. When we find room 308 I let out a shaky breath.

"Ready?" Harrison asks.

As i'll ever be I think, and nod. Harrison opens the door and gestures for me to walk inside. He accompanies me, standing by the wall his gaze never wavering.

My father's gaze, watery and sad, locks with mine, and I walk slowly over to the bed.

"Hi." I say, having a hard time finding my voice.

"Hi, princess."

I flinch at the childhood name I haven't heard in what feels like forever. Not since before he started drinking.

He breathes shallowly as he gathers his strength.

"Thank you for coming."

I manage a nod. "I'm sorry it took so long for me to come around."

His lips thin into a line. "It's nothing more or less than what I deserve, for what I did, not just to your mother but for what I did to you."

My throat is too full to speak, so I merely shake my head, gathering my composure and ability to talk. I clear my throat. "You don't…" I swallow hard. "I forgive you." I say, knowing it's true.

"Janie, I…"

"No. Don't say anything. Please." I don't want to hear it. I don't want to relive anything or remember the past. "Let forgiveness be enough."

I reach out for his worn, leathery hand. Sadness fills me, but oddly I don't feel the loss the way I thought I would. I've already grieved, mourned, lived with the emptiness my entire life.

"Thank you." He says.

I nod, not letting go. I sit with him until he falls asleep, then watch him for a while more. Finally I rise to my feet. And with one last glance, I leave and head home to my wife, and our son. With the knowledge that I can be happy, my childhood will not ruin the best part of my life, because I won't let it.

The End.

AN- I just want to say this before I get into anything else. If you have ever been abused maybe it was emotionally or physically or sexually, whatever the case might be, do not let it ruin your life or dominate a huge portion of it. I'm not telling you to forget it cause that'll never happen, but try your damndest to overcome it. I'm saying all this because I let my childhood ruin a good amount of my life, and I regret that with everything in me, because in doing that I let the man who destroyed my childhood also destroy the good things in my life, and I always wondered if that meant he won the game? But it's never too late to hit replay.

Moving passed that, I want to thank everyone who reviewed this story, you guys really motivated me to keep going with it, and I appreciate all your kind and sweets words. And I am thinking about a sequel, but I make no promises.

And last but not least to the guest reviewer who never wanted me to finish this story I am so sorry I hope you stay sane, just message me and I can send you a whole list of things I wrote for this story but never used. Lol

Anyways this had been so much fun, and I hope to do it again soon.