So I kinda forgot to post this at Valentine's Day after the Rizzles Fanfic Challenge ended, so here's some V-Day love in May. Ha! I hope you like it.

"Mommy!" Blonde ringlets bounced excitedly toward Maura.

Maura set her coffee cup onto the black marble kitchen island and lowered the folded-in-half section of the Boston Globe onto it.

"Yes, darling?" the blonde woman asked her two and a half year old daughter sweetly.

"Mama told me ta give you dis," Alison explained, thrusting out a simple pink card with a red heart on top of it.

"What is it?"

"She said it's an-ee-muh-tomickly correct," the little girl said proudly.

"Anatomically?" Maura smiled. "Yes, honey, it is. I'm not surprised. Mama knows me very well."

"Whassit say?"

Maura unfolded the card and started to read it aloud.

"Happy Valentine's Day to my beautiful wife. I love you. I plan to do many na—" Maura stopped reading immediately and her eyes widened. She closed the card.

"Mommy, you didn't finish reading!" Alison pouted up at her mother.

"It's fine, Ali. The rest of it doesn't matter."

"But Mommy!"

"Jane!" Maura called out as she stood abruptly. She looked down at her daughter and smiled. "Honey, why don't you go play with your puzzle on the coffee table? I need to talk to Mama."

Maura rushed quickly toward the stairs and climbed them as fast as she could. "Jane Rizzoli, I cannot believe—"

Jane was at the top of the stairs, doubled over with laughter.

The honey blonde stopped halfway up the staircase. "You're laughing about it? Jane, you cannot send messages like that through our two year old daughter!"

Standing up, wiping the tears from her eyes, Jane replied. "Maur, babe, she can't even read. And I didn't think you'd actually try and read it out loud to her!"

Maura's eyes narrowed as she continued her ascent toward her wife. "Just for this, I don't believe I'll let you do any naughty things tonight."

When Maura reached her, Jane pulled the shorter woman into her arms, wrapping them around her waist. She leaned in close and pressed her lips to just below her wife's ear. "Wanna bet?"

The medical examiner's eyes fluttered shut as she reflexively pressed her hips into Jane's. "Oh god," she moaned. "Never again, Jane. She'll probably be able to read basic words by next Valentine's Day."

Let me know what you think?