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Epilogue

"Janie, you're getting married, you have to wear a dress." Angela flipped through the glossy magazines that covered the kitchen island.

Jane's head landed on the counter with a thunk, "Ma, Maura is wearing a dress ok. You can go shopping with her if you really want, I'm sure she'd love it."

"But..." She prodded forcefully at a billowing gown on a twig-thin model.

"No Ma, it's Maura's wedding. I really just want her to get everything she dreamed of, I want her to be happy."

"It's your wedding to," The eldest Rizzoli pouted.

Jane nodded, dark curls bouncing about her face, "Right, and for my wedding I want to wear pants and be comfortable and let my bride shine. "

"But.. what does Maura say?"

"She wants me to be happy...as long as I'm not wearing a baseball jersey." She giggled, glancing over at the living room where the honey blonde was playing with their son, "That is where she drew the line."

Angela paled, "You weren't actually considering that?"

Her daughters pregnant pause was answer enough.

"Oh god Janie, what did I ever do to deserve this?"

She rolled her eyes and covered her mother's hand with her own, "Maybe you can come with me to help me find nice white pants and a shirt." Jane leaned over and kissed her cheek, effectively ending the conversation. She scooped TJ onto her shoulders, "Who wants to go get ice cream!"

Jane rolled over under the warm cocoon of blankets, expecting to bury her nose in Maura's soft hair and fall back to sleep. Instead she crashed against a sharp boney hip.

She cracked open her eyes, sticky with sleep, and was momentarily blinded by the glow of Maura's iPad. "Babe, what are you doing awake?"

Her eyes didn't leave the screen, "I never slept. I just got so wrapped up in all the plans for the wedding. I wanted to have them finished last night but you wouldn't tell me what you wanted so I've been thinking and thinking and-"

"Woah," Jane struggled into a sitting position, resting her chin on the other woman's shoulder. "I thought I said anything was good with me."

"I know but it's your wedding to, please Jane just tell me what flowers you want."

She flipped though pictures so fast Jane could barely pick out the colours. "I want you to be happy Maura, and that will make me happy."

"It'll make me happy if you choose," She pouted comically, using more force than what might be necessary to flip to the next picture.

Jane brushed frizzed blonde hair back from her face and kissed her temple. She flipped through few pictures and settled on some white snow drops, "How about these ones, they're simple."

"Ok. Ok, good. " She tapped quickly and asked, "And how about these ones?"

"I like those to."

"Ok. Ok." She muttered under her breath for a few minutes and then glanced up with a wide smile, "Jane, it's perfect."

Almost immediately though, her attention returned to her tablet.

"Hey Maura," Jane's voice whispered musically in her ear, her hand slipped beneath the blanket, inching up her camisole.

"Hmm Jane, I ahhh," She gasped when cold fingers danced across her belly and circled her belly button, " I just want to get the linens ordered."

"Pick those ones," The brunette pointed randomly to one of the various shades of cream.

"Oh Jane, that's perfect. " She tapped away again, "Ok now I just need to..."

With one hand slipping lower and lower, the other reached out and put the iPad safely on the bedside table, "The only thing you need to do now is sleep."

Her lips curved up in a smile and her hips rocked slightly, pressing against Jane's hand, "I don't think so Jane, you started it.

The other woman smirked and rolled her eyes teasingly, "I guess I did. Darn, I guess I'll have to finish it."

The morning of the wedding dawned grey, but through a thin layer of cloud, the sun shone softly with a hopeful promise.

Jane had taken over the guest room for the night and had just finished applying her light makeup and putting some shiny goop in her hair. She left her hair down, but the stuff made the curls smooth and bouncy. She was amusing herself with this fact, when Maura came bursting into the room in her slip and strapless bra.

She launched herself at the brunette, holding on for dear life and hiding her face in her shoulder, "Jane, I'm scared."

Automatically, Jane rubbed her back in slowly circles, her hand rough against smooth skin. "Sweetheart, it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"That's a superstition." She mumbled, "Plus we're both brides in this case so it doesn't apply."

"Maybe it's double the bad luck?"

She shook her head, her artful up-do bobbing away. "Two negatives cancel out to make a positive."

"My girl has an answer for everything," Jane pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, "What are you scared of then?"

Maura returned to her hiding place in the curtain of curly hair, "People don't really want me, I'm too weird and I'm better on my own. You say you do and today you're going to pledge that in front of all those people... Just please don't say if it isn't true."

"It's true, Maura you don't believe me?" Her voice cracked, but she kept up the steady reassuring rhythm of comfort.

"I believe you Jane," She looked up then, "I just don't believe in myself."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief, "Well we're lucky that we have a lifetime for me to convince you of that fact."

"I was so used to being alone and I used to be scared of having someone." The blonde traced a line on the plaid sleep shorts Jane was wearing, "Now I have everything and I'm terrified that I'll be alone again."

"You won't Maura, I promise."

"What if you die?"

"What?"

"Tommy died," She replied matter-of-factly, "What if you die?"

"But Maura, I'll still be with you in your heart. " She fumbled with the right words and cleared her throat before continuing, "You're loved Maura and no one, not even death, can take that away. You. are. Loved. You have a family now. You're not alone. "

"I'm not alone. I'm loved," She repeated.

"I'm here whether you like it or not."

Maura's teeth grazed her neck.

Her mouth sucked.

She lifted her head, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth, "I like it."

Their lips crashed together, tasting of lipstick and toothpaste.

She was standing on a vast green lawn in front of rows of people, beneath a vine covered trellis, her heart in her chest. It had been only hours since she'd had Maura curled in her lap, her lips on her own, but the anticipation was insurmountable. Jane wiped her clammy hands on her pants and took a deep breath, she was more than ready.

Then she saw Maura.

She was definitely not ready for her smile.

Maura was beyond gorgeous on any given day, in PJ's, in clothes covered in TJ's food, in nothing at all. But the vision that walked towards her was something of a dream, of a fairy tale. Her dress flowed behind her, her pale skin creamy and smooth, her artfully styled hair had a sprig of baby's breath woven in.

But her smile was most beautiful of all.

To Jane it was the longest moment of her entire life, she felt herself melting into the ground, so enamoured that she was.

She wished it would hurry up so that Maura would be in her arms and they'd be pledging their love for eternity, and she'd never let her go.

She also wished the moment would last forever as she'd happily soak in that smile for the rest of eternity.

And then she was there, her hands, cold and shaking a little, were in her own. Jane grasped them tightly, massaging her palm with her thumb and reassuring her bride

The ceremony passed in a blur, the sea of people indistinguishable, her mind mush.

Her only focus was full lips curved in a nervous smile and light eyes shimmering with tears and overflowing with love.

TJ toddled up with rings secured to a pillow and they slid cool silver bands on their fingers.

Their lips met to raucous cheers.

Only then did tears slip from Jane's eyes, overwhelmed with happiness. Maura giggled though her own tears and brushed them away.

"I love you, Jane."

"I love you too, Maura."

Then it was over and they were walking hand in hand down the aisle.

They were ushered from photo to photo without a moment to breathe, before they were at last able to retreat to the privacy of the car that they'd hired. Maura curled into Jane, her legs over her lap, prompting Jane to pull off her shoes and begin to massage her feet. "Where to now? I thought the carriage house was just on the other side of the park?"

"We're not going there just yet," The blonde mumbled into her neck, kissing the skin revealed by the deep vee of her shirt.

"No?"

"No, I have a surprise for you."

They drove in near silence, using the time appreciatively to catch their breath after the already busy day.

"I could just fall asleep," Maura sighed sleepily.

"Don't you dare, I have plans for you."

"Not if I have plans for you first," Her words were sluggish, her kiss soft.

"Ladies we're here."

Maura perked up, all business, pulling a paper bag from under the seat and tugging Jane out of the car.

Once outside the tinted windows of the vehicle, Jane realized exactly where they were, "Oh my god, Maura you didn't." She stopped and stared at the stadium.

"Come on Jane, we don't get very much time." She tucked her arm into Jane's and marched purposely into the building where they were escorted onto the field.

"Maura, you didn't." The baseball fan repeated.

"I did."

They stood over home plate and Maura began, "Jane Clementine Rizzoli, when I saw you dressed in fake fur and knee high boots, I never would have guessed that I'd find the one person who understands me better than anyone in the world. I never expected to find my best friend, but I did. It was the greatest day of my life, perhaps until today. Because today I married my best friend and the love of my life and the mother to our son." She pulled a red jersey from her bag, "With this jersey, I promise to be by your side and with every breath I take, I promise to love you and support you. Always."

She offered the jersey, nodding to Jane who pulled it over her head. Then, Maura, pulled a Red Sox cap from her bag and settled on her head without disturbing the masterpiece that was her hair. "I love you Jane Rizzoli. I now pronounce us officially married."

"I love you too, Maura Dorthea Isles." She was crying in earnest now, stepping forward with one foot on the base, to pull her wife into her arms. "I don't have words to express like you do..."

"It's alright." The blonde kissed away salty tears, one cheek then the other.

"Just thank you, I'll always be here for you too, even when I'm watching baseball. Thank you, for making me the happiest woman in the world."

After they'd gotten their photos taken in the baseball getup, they'd returned just in time to welcome their guests to the reception. Jane thought that the whole party was much more interesting for the guests, because she couldn't focus on a single thing. Her excitement ran deep, her hand never leaving Maura's grasp. Her happiness removed all rational thoughts from her mind, and she was thinking that she was thankful that Maura had saved one of the ornate paper menus because she didn't taste a thing.

She clapped and cheered through speeches, not complaining when glasses tinkled and gave her an excuse to kiss her wife.

They took to the floor for their first dance together and she felt weightless, floating blissfully in her warm embrace.

Then Jane shuffled around with Korsak while Maura twirled gracefully in her father's arms, the two of them looking like world-class ballroom dancers.

They danced their way through hits from the eighties and nineties and coerced the entire reception to participate in a rendition of the YMCA that had their cake dangerously close to tipping over.

When the club music started however, their rounded up a sleepy, sticky TJ and made their way home.

They began the next chapter in their lives, much as the last had begun, wrapped in each other's arms. However this time, instead of tears and fear, they were enveloped in love. Their love for each other and their love for TJ was enough to fuel many, many, lifetimes full of laughter and joy.

They'd leave for their honeymoon the next day, but for tonight they were happy to spend the night in their own bed, with their son just down the hall, with whispered words and the familiar creak of their home.

It was right, they were exactly where they belonged.

Home.

A/N: Thank you all for reading, it's been fun :) Enjoy the show (if you can) in a couple weeks and I'll see you around. Thanks xx