Maura sits down at her dinner table for Sunday night dinner. Her stomach is rounder, and larger than ever. She looks around the table, at the faces surrounding her. The table is much fuller, than when the tradition first began. Instead of a table full of a few adults there are kids everywhere. The whole house is teeming with life. She looks to her right, her husband smiles at her. To her left her daughter rests elbows on the table, and her head on her folded arms, waiting impatiently for her dinner.

"Savannah, elbows off the table," Maura scolds her.

Jane furrows her brow as she looks around the table. She shakes her head, "Maura leave her alone. We are in your dining room, not in a restaurant, and every other kid at this table has their elbow on it. Cool your jets."

"It's easy for her to forget that we are trying to teach our child manners," Frankie speaks up, "I mean hers is asleep with his head on the table in a puddle of drool."

"He's a baby," Jane points out.

"He's almost two."

"Grandma we're hungry do we have to wait on uncle Vince?" TJ whines.

"Yes," she insists.

Once dinner is over the dining room looks as if a herd of wild boars breezed through, destroying everything in their path. Angela is in the kitchen washing dishes. The men are outside with the kids, playing in the backyard. The kids squeal as they play on the swingset. Maura is on the floor on her hands, and knees wiping up spaghetti sauce with a paper towel. Jane is on the other side of the table on her hands and knees trying to remove a combination of apple sauce, and noodles.

"Any luck with the marinara?" Jane questions.

"It might help if I could actually get close enough to scrub it," Maura comments.

Jane tosses her rag on the ground. She gets off her hands, and knees, and lies down on the floor, on her back. Maura shoots her a look, as she uses the table to leverage her weight to return to a standing position.

"I can't get you off the floor," Maura reminds her.

"Just leave me here."

Angela enters the room, "Where are your husbands?"

"Outside with the kids."

"Why aren't they in here cleaning up?"

"Because they're worried that chasing the kids in a fenced in yard might be too strenuous of an activity for us," Jane quips.

"So scrubbing the floor is a better activity for the two heavily pregnant women?"

"Apparently," Jane nods.

"I don't think that this baby is ever coming," Maura comments as she takes a seat in one of the dining room chairs.

"He's a Rizzoli he'll come when he's good an ready."

"And be the size of a toddler," Jane adds.

"Don't be bitter," Angela insists.

"My first baby was nine pounds," Jane reminds her.

"And so the second one will slide right out," Angela tells her.

"Slide right out? I was due almost two weeks ago. The only way the baby is going to slide out is if you mop this floor, and I give birth on the floor while it's still wet."

"Didn't the OB/GYN estimate that this baby is bigger than the first?" Angela quizzes.

"He'll probably just tear a hole through the side of my uterus," Jane replies.

"I don't want to hear any complaints from you, Jane. You are the one who wanted to have a second baby," Angela reminds her.

"That was when I had forgotten how miserable being pregnant is."

"It's not that bad," Maura insists.

"Shut up, Maura! You're baby will come out being camera ready on the exact day it's due weighing six or seven pounds."

Angela hovers over top of Jane, "Jane you've got to get off the floor, it's dirty."

"I know. My child is the one who made the mess. Maura how do you get Savannah to be so tidy?"

"It's her OCD," Angela responds.

"It's not me. It's Frankie."

"I don't buy that for a second," Jane argues.

"Ask Savannah."

"Has Savvy started her college applications yet?" Jane jokes.

"You do not have to poke fun."

"Maura you guys started her preschool applications when she was six months old."

"We wanted her to get into a good preschool."

"You think I don't want my kid to get into a good preschool?"

"You send your kid to daycare."

"Excuse me for not putting him in a bubble."

"I am going to go check on the kids," Angela excuses herself.

Jane shifts into a sitting position.

"This is not how I pictured my life ending up."

"I pictured you as the old cat lady."

"Really, Maura?!"

"Okay," she grins, "The old dog lady."

"I pictured you as the old lady who lived in a shoe," Jane retorts.

"It's better than I imagined."

"I never thought in a million years that you would marry my brother, that's for sure."

"Neither did I. Up until the moment I started down the aisle I had some doubts."

"That's not true, and you know it."

"I can't lie," Maura reminds her.

"I knew that you were going to marry him way before either one of you realized it."

"When did you know?"

A chubby three month old little girl sleeps on Maura's shoulder as she sits in her living room with her best friend. Frankie slams the door closed, and startles the baby. Jane looks at Maura, and then to Frankie. Savannah begins to scream at the top of her lungs. Without a word, or a second thought Frankie scoops her up. He pats her on the back, and kisses her head.

"It's okay. Daddy didn't mean to scare you."

"She just fell asleep. Why are you slamming the door?" Maura questions, irritated.

"I've got great news."

"About what?"

"Savannah is getting christened this weekend."

Maura furrows her brow, "That isn't something that we discussed."

Frankie's face falls, "I had to pull a lot of strings. I'm sorry. I just..."

Maura cuts him off, "It's okay."

His face lights up as he looks at his daughter, "It is?"

"Yes," she nods.

He smiles as he stares at his little girl. "You hear that Savvy? You're going to be christened."

"Gees, Frankie it's not that exciting. You act as if she's getting exorcized."

Jane looks at her brother to gauge his reaction. He doesn't give her one. She shifts her attention, and looks at Maura. Maura smiles. She's blissfully happy for the first time...ever.