A/N: Some of you requested a second chapter so I wrote one. The Mentalist has been over for some time now but I still hope you enjoy. This is a tag for "White Orchids".

Thanks to Idan for betaing!

(2)

Jane was over the moon. He couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop hugging Teresa and the little miracle she was carrying inside her womb. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined getting one more chance to be a father. To be honest, he wasn't really sure if he deserved all of this. The woman in his arms, whom he'd been in love with for many many years and whom he'd almost lost because of his cowardice, had agreed to become his wife and now, the mother of his child.

"I love you," Lisbon whispered, smiling. Jane just pulled her closer. It was unbelievable – he was going to be a father again.

"I love you, too. Both of you." He pulled back, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he covered her belly with his hand.

Lisbon bit her lip, grinning. "I wonder how you're going to top this wedding present."

He laughed, loud, open and happy with all his heart. "I bought us a house, my dear. But I agree there's no chance I'll be able to top this with any other kind of present. I'm so happy."

"Me, too." She smiled at him, incredibly grateful she had been able to surprise him, and even more grateful because he really seemed to like the idea of them becoming parents.

She didn't really know how it happened, just that it had. They had never talked about kids, hell up until a few days ago, they had never even talked about marriage. Now she had everything she never knew she'd wished for her whole life.

"How long have you known?" Jane wanted to know.

"I… I found out the morning of the funeral."

His face fell immediately. "Why… why didn't you tell me?" he asked, but he was Jane. He already knew the answer.

"I felt like it wasn't the right time… and then you were gone." She swallowed when she saw the pain and regret on his face. "I guess my hormones were going crazy when I decided to let them arrest you. Then there was the case. I didn't want to pressure you with the knowledge of a baby when you went on television and especially not after you were gone. The next day you asked me to marry you. I was… scared. So I decided to tell you now as my wedding gift to you."

His hands covered her cheeks very gently. He leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. "You should have told me, Teresa," was the only thing he said.

"You needed time… and then it wasn't the right time to tell you. To be honest, I thought you'd figured it out yourself already. You're not as smart as you think you are, Jane," Lisbon teased him.

"Now that I think about it, everything makes sense. You've become quite good at hiding things from me, my dear. But next time, don't wait. Just tell me, please."

She raised an eyebrow. "Next time? I've hit forty, Jane. I'm not sure I'm up for a next time. I'm not even sure if I'm ready for this first time."

"Meh, Lisbon. You're a strong and healthy woman. I don't think this will be any trouble for you. You know, I'll always be here for you. I'll hold your hair when the morning sickness sets in; I'll be up for quickies in the supply closet; I'll get up in the middle of the night to get you a bear claw. I'll be there and I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again."

"Quickies in the supply closet?" she asked, laughing.

"I'm deadly serious." Jane kissed her once again. Both of them jumped when a loud bang sounded, followed by a sparkle of white lights in the sky. Lisbon's hand went automatically to her hip where her weapon was supposed to be before she realized it was fireworks.

"Abbott really outdid himself," Jane grinned. They watched the fireworks from their little place at the lake, holding each other in a tight embrace.

"It's perfect," Lisbon whispered, staring at the scenery in front of them. Their guests had stopped dancing to watch the fireworks, too.

"It is," Jane agreed. He wasn't looking at anything except his wife though.

Xxxxx

After the last rocket exploded in the sky, the newlyweds walked back over to their guests, breaking the tradition of husband and wife leaving the party early. They enjoyed spending time with their loved ones way too much. Also, who knew when they would see them again? Abbott was leaving for D.C., the Rigsbys were leaving tomorrow and so was Lisbon's family, along with all the other old colleagues from the CBI.

"Heeeere come the Jaaanes!" Rigsby announced, once they arrived at the dance floor. He seemed considerably tipsy, but so were most of the other guests.

"Only at home," Lisbon declared.

"What, you're not going to change your name?" Jane asked with faked hurt in his voice.

"I'll change it to Lisbon-Jane, but I don't want Cho yelling Jane at me in the office. That would just be too awkward for both of us."

"Thanks," Cho cut in, before he swept Grace off to the dance floor.

Rigsby just shook his head. "Soooo, where are the two of you going for your honeymoon? Grace and I went to Fiji and let me tell you, it was very good."

"I remember. You came back with dengue fever and Grace found out she was pregnant the second day of your two-week vacation. I don't want to spend my honeymoon in the bathroom and not get to see anything." Jane and Lisbon exchanged looks, wondering if she'd said too much, but Rigsby was already too drunk to get what she was referring to.

"We haven't made any plans yet, but I'll make sure to tell you where we are going once it's decided," Jane assured his friend.

"Jane, I won't spend our honeymoon in the bathroom and I…" Lisbon hissed.

Jane kissed her to silence her. "We won't go anywhere in your first trimester, I promise."

"Jane."

"Dance with me." He grabbed her hand, leading her to the middle of the dance floor.

Xxxxx

It was long past midnight when the last guests left the party and Lisbon and Jane were finally alone. Abbott had promised them to send a cleaning company tomorrow afternoon, which would clean everything up.

They bid everyone goodnight, glad their wedding had turned out to be more than they could have hoped for. No sylvan theme, no serial killer, just their friends, family and them.

Once again, Jane led her to the middle of the dance floor, winding his arms around her hips. Lisbon rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, a happy smile on her face. They swayed together, all alone on the dance floor, with nothing but the music and the silent chirping of the crickets filling the night around them.

"I love you, Teresa. I love that you make me happy, that you're giving me the chance to be a father again. You have no idea what you mean to me."

Lisbon looked up, a tear escaping her eyes. "I love you, too, Patrick." She sniffed, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. "Stupid pregnancy hormones."

"Perhaps we should declare our house a weapon free zone. I don't want you to shoot me when you get angry at me for something."

"Just don't do anything stupid, then I won't feel the need to shoot you in the first place."

He grinned down at her, imagining her with a round belly and swollen feet he'd gladly massage every time they hurt.

"What are you thinking about?" Lisbon asked.

"You."

He bent down to press his lips against hers. The kiss was incredibly soft and light as a feather. When Lisbon sighed contentedly, he took his chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, sucking, exploring. She grunted softly, her hands gripping his jacket for steadiness.

"Let me make love to you, Teresa."

She nodded, before fusing their lips together once again. Jane picked her up, only breaking the kiss when he had to open the door of the old brown shack. It was lit with candles, a few white and pink rose petals covering the floor around the double size mattress with the white pillows and covers. A bottle of champagne with two flutes was standing right next to the left pillow.

"What is this?" Lisbon asked in amazement.

"One last wedding gift from Abbott. I think he didn't want our wedding night to be in the Airstream."

"Very considerate of him. Why haven't you thought about this?"

"Actually I booked us the wedding suite in a five-star hotel, but I like the idea of us inaugurating our new home on our wedding night much more." He carefully put her down, making sure he took her jacket off, too.

"And who tells me this old thing is not going to burn down the minute we are fast asleep?" she asked, eyeing the candles suspiciously.

"Have a little faith, Teresa."

"I married you. How much more faith can I possibly have?"

He didn't answer, instead pulling her close to kiss her breathless. Her arm found its way around his neck to hold him close, while Jane found the zipper on the side of her dress. He pulled it down, achingly slow, while she tried to open the buttons of his vest with only one hand.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, tracing the lines of her face with his lips.

"Actually, Cho picked out the dress. The other options were snow cone and slutty elf."

His head shot up in amusement. "Slutty elf, huh?"

"You just wait for Christmas," she grinned, sighing in relief because she was finally able to brush jacket and vest off his shoulders.

Jane just smiled and helped her to step out of her wedding dress, admiring the expensive white lace corset with a blue garter belt. His eyes rested on her belly for just a moment, before Lisbon kicked her heels off. She fastened her hand around his tie to pull him close again, laughing when he pushed her backward until her heels hit the edge of the mattress.

Slowly, they sank down on the mattress. Jane's magical handiwork made the corset vanish within seconds so he could finally savor her alabaster skin with the rose tipped breasts. He gave one of them a hard squeeze, before he took the other one into his mouth, nagging, teasing, licking.

Lisbon moaned, lifting her hips so she pressed firmly into his groin.

"Not yet," he growled, his hand gliding over her breast to her belly where it rested for a second, then went on to feel the dampness of her panties. She was more than ready for him and if he wasn't careful, their wedding night would be over much sooner than he liked it.

"Please," she begged.

She was his wife now. He couldn't deny her anything. He brushed her panties aside, rubbing her clit teasingly, before he slipped first one, then two fingers inside her. She was hot, liquid, ready.

Jane bent down to give her a kiss, then started to move his hand, his two fingers thrusting while his thumb continued to rub her clit. Lisbon moaned, her heart hammering so hard against her chest she was sure Jane must feel it.

"Come for me, Teresa," he whispered. She did. A gasp escaped her throat when she came crashing down. Her body was shaking, her nails digging so hard into his upper arms, she was sure he would have marks all over the next morning. But that wasn't so bad, was it? Jane was hers now and she was his. There would never be any other man in her life… Except if their baby was a boy.

Her breathing increased. Jane drew out her pleasure as long he could, until her body finally stopped vibrating. His smile was satisfied and a little smug.

"What?"

"Nothing," he chuckled. "You're perfect."

She leaned up, as her chest rose and fell heavily. Jane pulled her against him, bending her head backward so he had better access to her neck and throat. His breath hitched, when Lisbon sneakily slid a hand into his pants, gripping him tight.

"Let's get serious, shall we?" she grinned lasciviously.

Slowly, she unbuckled his belt and continued brushing against his arousal. "God, woman."

Jane helped her to get rid of his pants, pulling her panties down in the same move. She laughed, falling back on the mattress once again, her hands buried in his hair.

"It's too late to think about protection now, is it?" Jane asked.

"Ha, ha!" Lisbon replied, savoring the moment when Jane leaned down to kiss her belly.

"I can't believe I made you," he whispered to the baby inside her belly. "I never thought I'd feel this again…" Jane looked up, his eyes shining in the light of the candles. "Thank you, Teresa. Thank you."

She smiled back at him, trying to keep her emotions at bay. Jane had made a happier impression on her ever since they became a couple, but today he'd smiled so much, like he had ten years to make up for. Hopefully it would stay this way. She wanted to make him smile, wanted him to be happy.

"I am. I am, because I have you. Both of you," he replied as if reading her thoughts.

"How… never mind. You told me to stop asking this quest… Oh God!" she moaned when Jane entered her slowly, inch by inch with his swollen length.

They found their rhythm easily. Making love together was as easy as breathing for both of them. The moment Jane felt she was close, he flipped her to the side, entering her from behind to go even deeper. Lisbon moaned, her head falling to the side so he could kiss her, while his hand rested on her belly. The climax hit her unexpectedly hard the moment Jane pushed so deep he hit an especially sensitive spot. He silenced her moans by kissing her deeply and sucking at her tongue. It took him a little effort to make sure her climax was almost over before he came with a loud moan, pulling his head away to rest it on her shoulder.

Lisbon covered his hand on her belly with hers, sighing happily. They didn't talk for a while and when Jane regained a little energy, he finally managed to pull the blanket over their heated bodies.

"This was amazing… all of this, the whole day. It just feels like a dream," she whispered into the silence.

"I can assure you it's very real. We're a family and soon, we will have one more little member… maybe two."

"Easy there, Patrick. I'm… I'm old." He sensed the implied message and pulled her body even closer. She was right, having the first child at this age always included a risk, but she was a strong and healthy woman. Having a whole football team of children would turn out to be difficult, but there were other ways if this didn't work out. It would work out though, he was sure.

"You're not old. You're only as old as you feel. Don't worry, Teresa. Everything is going to be fine, trust me."

"But how can you possibly know?" she asked, sighing.

"I think fate owes me one or two things. Little Montague will be fine. Won't you, baby?" Jane grinned while rubbing her belly.

Lisbon tensed. "Montague? No way we're naming our child after a Shakespearean clan. Where the hell do you get stuff like this from? How do you know our baby will be a boy anyways?"

"It's a fine name and very individual. Do you prefer Romeo?" he asked seriously.

She turned around now to face him in the dim light of the candles. "Romeo Jane? Our child will be bullied all his life. This discussion is not over yet."

"But you agree it's going to be a boy."

"I know you don't care whether it's a boy or a girl. You just want to mess with me. Lord, what have I gotten myself into?" she laughed, cuddling closer to his side.

"It'll keep getting better, Teresa. I promise."

She kissed him softly on the lips, a big smile on her face. "I'm looking forward to it."