A/N: I posted three chapters tonight! And this story is now complete!

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, not making money, etc. etc.

Jane looks at Maura over the rim of her coffee cup, a content smile on her face. She's never been this happy before. Well and truly. She had no idea that it could be this good. She had no idea how to explain it.

There was an understated simplicity about it. Just being, existing in the same space as Maura feels intimate and romantic in and of itself. It was so easy to fall into a routine. Jane has never had that with anyone before. It's something she never knew she would crave in a relationship.

Maura makes the coffee. Jane makes the scrambled eggs. They move around each other in the kitchen perfectly in sync. A hand on a hip asking to move over, gentle smiles, Jane reaching over Maura to get something from a high shelf. And, Jane's favorite part, the small kisses in exchange for thank you's.

It's so incredibly easy and natural. Jane feels like she's falling in love for the first time in her life. It's so different than anything she's been used to.

She loves watching Maura get ready in the mornings. The way she brushes the make-up across her face, how her fingers curl delicately around the brushes and her eyes scrunch up when she's applying lipstick. She loves sitting on the couch with her when it's late and black frames are perched at the end of Maura's nose while she reads a journal.

There is something so beautiful and simple and domestic happening here and she doesn't want it to stop.

She wants this.

She wants this forever.

That thought has never ever occurred to her about a relationship before.

…

Maura laughs at Jane's scowl. They are sitting in the middle of Maura's living room sorting the laundry. The clothing pile has far more V-neck shirts and socks than she's used to, and it makes Maura smile wide. More and more of Jane's things have wound up at her house to the point that the detective has practically moved in. They've been dating for a few weeks now. It's been refreshingly slow. Maura never knew how much she could love these domestic chores when she had someone she loved to do them with.

Jane throws a pink sock at her. "It's not funny!"

Maura can't help but laugh once more, "this is why you need to sort the laundry before just throwing it all in there."

"Ugh," Jane rolls her eyes, "that takes so much time."

"Well," Maura holds up what used to be a white shirt, "if you don't want this to keep happening..."

Jane throws another sock.

"If you keep doing that, you're going to lose even more of your socks."

Jane glares, "it's not my fault that your dryer keeps eating them."

Maura laughs again. She gets on her knees and leans over the pile on the floor between them. "I promise, I'll buy you more."

Jane raises an eyebrow but says nothing, it's always hard for her to make words when Maura is this close. She puts her hands on either side of Maura's face and brings her closer. The kiss is almost ruined because they can't stop smiling.

With Jane's hands still on her face, Maura maneuvers over the laundry and settles in Jane's lap. Jane wraps her arms around Maura's waist, pulling her closer. Maura's fingers tangle in Jane's hair, while one of Jane's hands snakes under her sweater.

Neither of them knows how long they stay in that position before a gentle cough interrupts them. They both look to the doorway, slightly breathless and flushed.

Angela stands in the doorway with a brown bag of groceries in one arm and a raised eyebrow. "Well, this is new." She says slowly.

Maura drops her forehead to Jane's shoulder. To her delight, Jane does not retreat.

"It's not." Jane says simply. Her arms are securely around Maura's waist and she knows there is no claiming that this isn't what it is. To her surprise she doesn't even want to. No, she's in love with this woman and she wants to shout it from the rooftops.

Both of Angela's eyebrows rise at that, "oh? And just how long has this," she gestures at them on the floor, "been going on?"

Jane shrugs, "a few weeks."

"Why am I always the last one to know?"

"No one knows."

"And why are you trying to keep your relationship secret, then?" Angela questions accusingly. She walks into the house, completely ignoring Jane's pointed glare, and goes straight for the kitchen. She sets the bag down.

"We're not hiding."

"Maura is a catch. You should be so lucky." Angela said while tying her apron.

Maura can't help but laugh, into Jane's shoulder. "Yeah, Jane you should be so lucky." She whispers.

Jane looks down at her, giving her side a squeeze and a lop sided grin. "The luckiest."

"I feel pretty lucky too."

"Well, you'll have plenty of time to tell everyone tonight. It's the first game of the season and you know how the boys like Maura's big, shiny, flat screen."

Jane groans.

"Now, quit necking and finish your laundry so you can help me make meatballs."

"Ma!"

The End

A/N: First off, I want to say I'm sorry about the humongous delay! *insert 'it's been 84 years' gif* Things happened and then I either didn't have the time or I didn't have the energy to be creative. But anyway, it's done now! Woo! And I just wanted to say a few things.

I know the ending is a little cheesy. Some people probably wanted more angst, but I'm not much of an angst writer. And this story in particular hits very close to home, and I just wanted something happy. And sometimes you just need to write the story that you need to hear – that's what I did. And maybe someone else needed to hear it too.

This story has been in the making for a very long time. I have files upon files of different versions of this same story all over my hard drive. Literally thousands of words have gone into this, and you've probably not even read half of them. I wanted this story to be good. I wanted to do it right. I wanted it to matter. And I put a lot of pressure on myself for that to happen.

Ultimately, this story is not perfect. It is however, my honest to god, absolute best effort and you have no idea how incredibly terrifying admitting that is.

But I like it. (And that's hard to admit also, but I do. I really do.)

And enough people have come to me telling me that it helped them in some way that I know that the effort I put in was worth it. Unequivocally. One hundred percent. Worth it.

Lastly, I just want to say thank you for reading this story, and coming on this journey with me. Your words mean so, so much to me.