I didn't want to give the exact prompt of this one away, so don't scroll to the bottom first. I promise it'll be worth it to read the whole thing first.

Starts out a little NSFW (some…ahem…touching), then turns a little sad, but there's definitely a happy ending. :)

Ironically it wasn't Maura who first felt it.

Jane and Maura were in the shower, long after their daughter had gone to bed, and Maura had braced herself against the tile wall in front of her. Her wife had molded her own body against her back, hands roaming freely. Once the calloused hands had cupped Maura's breasts, Jane began to squeeze them roughly, occasionally tugging hard at the tightened nipples. Pulling Maura harder against her own chest, Jane squeezed at the flesh beneath her hands.

Moan after moan rumbled in Maura's throat, an occasional gasp escaping her lips at the pain-pleasure Jane's attention to her nipples caused.

Suddenly Jane froze, feeling something different this time than she'd felt the last time she and Maura had been rough during sex. "Maur," the brunette said quietly, her tone worried.

"Why did you stop?" Maura moaned, pulling her hands off the wall and placing them over Jane's on her breasts, encouraging the other woman to continue.

Immediately Jane pressed her fingertips over the left side of Maura's breast where she thought she'd felt something. "Maur, you have a lump. Right here." She moved her hand over top of Maura's and pressed Maura's fingers against the spot.

Startled, Maura turned around to face her wife, eyes widened in alarm. She lifted her left arm and began to examine the rest of her breast and lymph nodes under her arms. After, she switched to the other side, lifting that arm and continuing her examination. Lowering her arms, the honey blonde finally met Jane's worried gaze.

"Maur?" Tears had welled up in Jane's dark eyes, white teeth biting into her lower lip.

"I don't feel anything abnormal in my axillary lymph nodes, but that doesn't mean there isn't anything there," the doctor said softly. "But there's definitely abnormal growth in my left breast. It seems to be larger than two centimeters, maybe around three. It's hard to tell. That would only be stage II."

At Jane's look of distress, Maura quickly tried to ease her fears. "It could be just a cyst, Jane. We can't worry yet, okay? Not until we know for sure."

In the blink of an eye, Maura found herself wrapped in Jane's arms, the brunette squeezing her tightly as she buried her face against her wife's neck. "I can't lose you," Jane mumbled against the soft, wet skin.

"The five year relative survival rate for stage II breast cancer is approximately 93 percent, Jane." Turning her head slightly, she pressed her lips against Jane's neck, kissing her briefly.

"Then there's still a 7 percent chance I could lose you," Jane replied.

"Just wait until we know more, okay? It really could just be a cyst."

When Jane nodded and mumbled, "Okay," Maura then whispered, "Now take me to bed. I want you to make me feel how much you love me."

It was a discussion Jane and her wife had time and time again since Maura had been diagnosed with stage II breast cancer. Still, Jane was insistent that her wife do everything possible to increase her chances of survival, including chemotherapy, which was commonly recommended even at such a stage.

"Jane," Maura explained softly. "I'm not sure I want to pump my body full of toxins. Side effects of the treatment include fatigue, hair loss, infection, memory changes, nausea and vomiting, sexual and fertility changes—"

"Please, Maur," Jane interrupted. "Please. I need you to stay right here with me. I c-can't live without…" Having dissolved into tears, Jane clung to her wife and sobbed against her chest, unable to finish her statement.

Reluctantly Maura agreed to neoadjuvant chemotherapy, though fearful of the long, painful road ahead.

Several months into treatment, in addition to appetite and weight loss, vomiting, and increased sensitivity to bruising, Maura began to lose strands of hair, much, much more than the average amount women loss a day while brushing and washing their hair. Eventually the loss turned to clumps and, with a heavy heart, she pleaded to Jane to remove all of it with a trimmer.

Maura cried the entire time, a river of tears running down her beautiful cheeks.

Jane felt sick to her stomach, watching her wife fall apart.

"You're so beautiful," Jane whispered. "More beautiful to me than you've ever been. And god, you are so brave. I love you. After it's all over, your hair will grow back. It'll be okay."

The once honey blonde sobbed even harder in Jane's arms.

A few weeks after shaving off the rest of Maura's hair, Jane was concerned that her wife had only left the house twice, both times for their daughter Amia's school events (a science fair award ceremony and the most important softball game of the season).

Quickly Jane and her daughter devised a plan.

After a week of secret planning, Jane and Amia arrived home from work and school, a wrapped box in Amia's hands. Finding the house quiet, Jane suspected that Maura was asleep in their bedroom. The detective called out for her and slowly Maura woke after her name being called out twice.

"Yes?" Maura replied sleepily, sitting up in bed.

Jane, still standing in the hallway outside the bedroom, replied, "We have a surprise for you. Can we both come in?"

"Well yes, of course."

Tentatively both Jane and Amia poked their heads around the edge of the doorway. It took a second for Maura to realize what she was seeing and her eyes widened momentarily in surprise and she gasped. "W-What have you done to your hair?! Both of you! It's gone!"

It was only then that the two of them stepped fully inside the bedroom, the wrapped present still in Amia's hands. They walked forward to stand beside the bed, Maura shaking her head in disbelief the entire time. Amia quietly said, "We didn't want you to feel alone, Mama. But we have a present for you." The little girl held out the present. "Open it," she instructed softly.

Silently Maura took it and began to open it. When she saw the contents, tears sprung to her eyes and she looked up at her wife and daughter.

"We tried to get the best quality kind, though it took a little research to figure out what that was exactly," Jane explain quietly. "It should be pretty close to your hair before."

The tears immediately began to slip down Maura's cheeks and, quickly setting the box with the wig inside on the bed, she stood and wrapped her arms around both of them. "I love you. So, so much."

"Love you too, babe," Jane whispered.

Still standing wrapped together in a group hug, Maura quietly asked as she finally pulled back, "But what about your hair?"

Amia shrugged, the same way Jane always did. "It'll grow back. No big deal."

With a smile Maura hugged them both again, crying softly as she held them, incredibly grateful for their unconditional love and support.

FIN

Prompt: Here's one right in the feels. Jane and Maura have a ten year old daughter. Maura has cancer and rarely leaves the house because she doesn't want to be seen without hair. Jane and their daughter cut their hair short and get a wig made for Maura. They cover her eyes and put it on.