Hi there guys, sorry it took so long, but my god final year is hard. For the last time, just to be fun, I do not own Rizzoli and Isles, and I never will. I also took some of Jacqueline Bisset's own biography as inspiration, not much - it's still my own story but she has to be credited because she's just awesome. Here is the final chapter of Another One, hope you enjoyed the ride and tell me what you thought of it!

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Two hours later and Maura held her son in her arms with a smile. Wrapped in his swaddling cloth, the infant was snoozing calmly. He was really here. She wasn't dreaming. Taking out her phone, she quickly snapped a photo and sent it to Angela, Frankie… well, to be honest she sent it to everybody she could think of. She nearly dropped said phone when a voice she knew well startled her.

"Hello, darling." Maura's eyes snapped up and her jaw dropped.

"M-Mother, what are you doing here?" She looked down at herself and pulled up her shirt a little, having practiced the skin-on-skin contact that was so important to both mother and child.

Constance was stood in front of her, a flowing Versace shirt and blazer, along with some smart jeans. She was always one for sophisticated yet slightly androgynous fashion. She shifted awkwardly and looked around the ward, "I thought perhaps… I'd like to meet my grandson." Maura took a moment to comprehend, then smiled widely and nodded. She gestured for the woman to pull up a chair. Constance's eyes were instead fixed on Jane who was sleeping soundly in her bed next to them.

"She looks exhausted."

Maura smiled proudly. "She is… I suppose I'll have to savor it. I'll be hearing whining for the next six weeks. From both of them." She looked back down at her son who had started to suck on his fist.

Constance looked at her and her grandchild with a cautious smile. "Can I?"

"Of course." The doctor grinned back and eased herself out of the chair, then gently placed the baby in her mother's arms.

Constance was overcome with emotion, though she acted otherwise. She stared at his face for a long, long time. "What's his name?" She cooed finally when she found her voice. She hadn't waited for necessities when she'd received a tearful phonecall from Maura who had announced the birth. She'd taken the first 'pesky jet' she could get a hold of and made her way to the hospital.

"Oliver," Maura whispered.

Constance's eyes widened. "I'm sorry?"

"Jane named him. Oliver." Maura frowned. Constance opened and closed her mouth, trying to rid her face from the shock she felt. "Are you alright?" She placed a hesitant hand on her mother's back.

"I… yes." She nodded and sniffed back tears. "Quite alright."

"What's the matter?" There was silence. "Mom?"

Constance looked down at the little boy in her arms. She held him awkwardly, like she had no idea what she was doing. To be fair to her, it had been three nearly years since she'd last held a baby, and that was her other grandchild. "Do you remember me telling you about my mother? When we lived in Paris…"

Maura shook her head mutely. Constance sighed. Of course she hadn't. No matter how much she loved her daughter, she'd realized long ago that she'd excluded her daughter from her life, her history. "My mother… she had to work. She'd gone from being a dependant, wealthy wife of a French soldier to a struggling widow. Of course," the woman looked down at the newborn who was opening his eyes, blinking up at her, "of course… Even with the benefits she received from the death of your grandfather, we were pretty much left alone. His money eventually ran out, and we struggled." She realized that that must have been strange for her daughter to hear. "We did." Maura frowned, not entirely understanding where her mother was coming from, but she nodded and watched the woman gazing down at her son. "Then, when I was one, just before the Germans surrendered, we escaped."

"Esca- to England?" Maura's eyes were wide. Why hadn't her mother told her this before?

"To England," Constance nodded, "And we received the help of my dear uncle. His name was Oliver."

The phone Maura held was dropped into her lap, her fingers strangely weak. "Oliver?"

Constance nodded. "One night, I remember it so, so vividly. One night, we got a visit from a police officer. We lived in Oliver's small townhouse in Suffolk. I remember sitting on the stairs in my nightgown and watching them tell my mother that Oliver had been killed in a pub brawl." She spat it out. Maura was taken aback. "But we knew… we knew the truth. Oliver was a lonely man, he was gay. He was probably out trying to charm a veteran, and they'd taken it the wrong way." There was humor in Constance's eyes, despite the tale, and she swallowed back more tears.

Maura didn't know what to say. "Mother, I… Jane and I can always change the name if-"

"No," the artist shook her head with a smile. "My uncle was a delightful man. He was kind, and warm, and all the things you could ask for in a relative. He wanted to be loved, he wanted to love people. He was a saint, sweetheart." She gazed at her daughter. "The man made my lonely childhood all the more bearable. He gave me his passion for painting." Oliver began to cry slightly in her arms and terror filled the older woman's eyes as she quickly handed him over to Maura. "The name is perfect." She said with finality and cleared her throat again.

Maura looked down at her son who was calming considerably and felt an immense surge of pride. "Are you sure?"
Constance bent down in front of her. "Darling, the man is probably looking down right now crying his eyes out with happiness. He was an insufferable softie. This is perfect. I'm proud of you both."

Maura gave a beaming smile, then it faded and she rolled her eyes when she heard Angela's high-pitched squealing at all of the babies on the ward as she bustled her way towards them. "Where is he? Where's my little grandson?" She clapped her hands. Frank trailed behind them, holding Ava's little hand as she pottered with her grandpa, excited to see her new younger brother.

Jane's eyes blinked open. It was like she had a certain radar whenever her mother was near. "Ow."

"Hi," Maura smiled and shifted next to the woman, the newborn still in her arms.

"Hey." The woman's voice croaked.

"How're you feeling?" Maura asked, watching with fascination as Constance suddenly moved to help her daughter-in-law sit up in bed.

Jane blinked a little in shock and put on a smile. "I'm… actually, I feel like somebody put the lower half of my body through a blender."

"Lovely," Maura rolled her eyes, but thinned her lips in sympathy. "Here…" She gently placed Oliver in Jane's arms and watched Jane wince from trepidation.

A nurse walked up to them hesitantly. "Only two visitors by the bed, I'm sorry…"

Constance stopped her daughter from letting out a protective growl. "I'll leave." She smiled. "I'm going to come back later, though." She paused. "Is that alright?"

"Of course, mother." Maura smiled and gave her two kisses before watching the lone woman leave. Maura sighed and helped Ava sit on the chair next to the bed. "Would you like to meet your little brother?" Ava looked like she was about to puke from excitement, her legs swinging wildly and her head nodding frantically. "Okay? Sit still for me, sweetie." Ava did so, her body stock still as a rock. Maura went to pick Oliver up again and paused. Jane was smiling at her, a wince kept at bay, this one from pain. She grinned back and leaned forward to peck Jane on the lips. "Can I?"

Jane shrugged seeing no reason why not and watched Maura turn back to their young child. "Sweetie? This is your little brother. This is Oliver." She bent down gracefully and still held the snoozing baby, her arms never releasing her hold. Ava didn't even notice that she wasn't holding him by herself. She just stared down at her brother's face.

"His face is squishy," came the murmur.

Maura smiled at the indistinguishable sound of snorting coming from Jane's bed. "His face is kinda squishy, yes," the medical examiner chuckled. "That's because-"

"Maura…" Jane warned. "She does not need to know the ins and outs." Her nose wrinkled. "Literally." Maura sighed as she heard the hasty clicks of Angela's camera going off but turned to smile all the same.

"Hold his head, see? Like this…" She took Ava's little hand in hers and cupped her son's head. "There…"

Ava looked up, grinning from ear to ear. "Mama…"

"Hey look at that," Jane smiled. "You like him?" Her voice was still deep from the sleep she'd had. Ava nodded, looking a little overwhelmed. "Aww," she grinned, then winced again and tried to sit up. Everything hurt. Her pelvis hurt, everything felt bruised. She watched tiredly as Oliver was passed around the family. Angela burst into tears as soon as he was handed over to her. Frank's face twitched from pride, a smile spreading rapidly across his face.

"Perfect, Janie." Her father smiled. "He's perfect."

Jane swallowed and nodded. She could not lose it. She would not cry. She watched grandson and grandfather interact a little more before Ollie began to stir irritably and started to cry. "Hey now…" Angela cooed, stepping next to her ex-husband and stroking his head with a finger. "Hey…"

Jane looked down, a frown marking her face. Her eyes widened, then she looked back up to her wife who caught her gaze. Maura's brow furrowed, silently asking what was wrong. A brief look down at her chest explained things perfectly, two perfectly round wet patches formed on the detective's gown. "Oh." Maura spluttered and got up slowly, letting Ava off of her lap before taking her son and handing him to Jane. "I think he's a little hungry."

"Awww," Angela merely gushed, sitting down to let her granddaughter crawl into her lap.

"Ma, really?" Jane whined, looking down at the now screaming, flailing baby, his blankets loose. "Come on…"

"What?"

"I think what Jane is attempting to say, but not doing very well at it…" Maura was interrupted by Jane, who cleared her throat and shot her a deathly glare. "Jane needs to feed the baby."

"Oh…" Frank nodded, a blush running up his face, "come on, Ange."

"I'll stay here," Angela said happily.

"Mom… please." Jane sobbed out in embarrassment.

"What? You think I haven't seen anybody breastfeeding before? Wanna see if you do it right."

"Angie…" Frank groaned. "Give the girls some privacy. Please." Angela huffed and stayed still so he decided to carried on. "Maura's a doctor, she's been through it before, so for the love of god, let them be."

"Thank you," Jane mouthed to her father as he herded Angela out of the cubicle. Once they were out, Maura scooped Oliver up and handed him to the detective who awkwardly plucked on her gown as he settled against her thighs. "There is a reason why you have the babies," she grumbled. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

"And I'm going to teach you. It'll be okay," Maura smiled and lifted the lone child up onto the bed by Jane's feet. "You stay there for me, okay?" Ava nodded and stayed completely still while Maura helped Jane get a good first proper feed. "How's that," she asked.

"Oww…oww, no.. don't think that's good. God!" Jane winced and Maura gently broke the suction.

"Try that, how's that?" she whispered when the baby was fully latched.

Jane's eyes popped open. "That's umm… jesus, that's pretty strange."

"You'll get used to it," Maura smiled, then moved and sat with Ava at the end of the bed. "How are you really feeling?"

"Sore. So sore, but I want to go home," Jane's eyes tore away from her breast to look at her wife. "When can we go home?"

Maura sighed and patted her thigh gently. "They're going to want to keep you in for a little longer, but soon I think. 6 hours is the minimum. You did well." She paused. "Honey, have a good night sleep here, and then see how you're feeling."

Her wife nodded. "He's so cute." Jane smiled and stroked her son's nose as he fed. She didn't want to think that he was feeding from her breast, that was just too weird. So she stayed blissfully ignorant and just paid attention to how cute her little boy was, even if he was attached to her boob. "And so blonde," she grinned harder, then looked up to see Maura's eyes glistening. "Hey… you okay?"

Maura stroked Ava's hair distractedly who was attempting to crawl into her lap. "Happy." She began to smile. "So very," she pecked Ava on the top of her curly head, "very happy."

By 9am, after a surprisingly good night sleep, Jane had been discharged from the hospital and was brought home with her new son, her ever inquisitive daughter and an even more neurotic wife who was fussing with the baby car seat as she slipped Oliver in. Jane shifted in the wheelchair with a smirk, watching Maura dot his tiny nose with her fingertip affectionately when he was all strapped in. She felt a brush to her head and looked up to see her mother smiling down at her. "I'm gonna come over later, that okay?"

Jane nodded, her eyes still focusing on the task at hand, as Maura expertly strapped the carseat into the car. "Mama… Mama, c'n I go with you?" Ava asked, her hand never leaving the wheelchair arm until Maura finally lifted her up and strapped her into her own seat.

"Course," Jane nodded tiredly. "See?" she smiled as Maura kissed the child on the head. "Mommy wants you to come home too." Ava squealed and clapped her hands happily. Maura hushed her, and was still a little annoyed that Jane insisted Ava come back with them. But she knew Jane, and knew that the detective would find it disgraceful for them to deny Ava a chance to bond with her new brother on his first day home rather than stay with her grandparents.

Jane herself held in a sigh. She hoped that Maura would let the child watch her beloved Bear In The Big Blue House DVDs. That would keep her quiet, she'd probably do some 'drawing' as she watched and it would all be calm. Secretly, Jane loved the show too, but she'd rather stand on broken glass than come out and admit it. She knew the couch would be her new best friend. And bed, but bed was already her best friend.

Then it all changed. It hit her when she stood up and attempted to get into the car. She felt completely and utterly terrified. "Maura…" Jane faltered on her feet and scrunched her eyes shut. Breathe…in, out.

The medical examiner was quick to grab her arm. "You okay?"

Fighting through the waves of pain, Jane took a moment to process things. She had actually given birth. It wasn't that she'd just realized as such, it was that she never thought she'd actually do it in her life. Before she realized she was able to in fact have feelings for women, Jane Rizzoli always imagined herself adopting. That said, she didn't even know if she wanted children - she had never, ever considered that in fact, she'd carry a baby to full term inside her, and at the end of it, have a healthy, cute son. Holy crap. She knew if she thought about it anymore, she'd be on the way to having a full on panic attack. Having hazily spent the night in hospital, learning how to feed the little guy, the blast of fresh air in the cold carpark caused Jane to second guess everything. What if they were leaving too early? Was she even ready for another child? Why had she even mentioned having a second kid, anyway? And to carry it herself? What was she even thinking? She'd have sore boobs for a long, long time. Every single feeding had to be monitored. She probably would never have sex again in her whole lif-

"Hey… sweetie," Maura's hand ran up and down the woman's back, then slipped under Jane's long jacket to soothe her further. "We've done this before. I'm here…" Jane's facial expression was blank. Completely vacant. "Jane? We look out for each other, remember? I can help you."

"I uhh… I have no idea what I'm doing, Maur. I don't know what to do." Her voice broke and tears filled her eyes. She hated hospitals, and she wanted to leave, but the prospect of doing it all by herself scared her.

"And I'm going to help you," Maura smiled, relief overwhelming her when Jane's muscles began to relax at the statement, "but in the privacy of our own home, when I have your attention, and you're not freaking out about needles, and medicine, and hospital things. I know you're kinda floating through things right now."

"How?" Jane felt a little offended she'd been so see-through.

The blonde chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Honey, you have a phobia, small as it is, of medical appliances. Each time I told you something or said something to you and we had company, you were eyeing the nurse next to us with a distrusting gaze as if she were about to put you down."

Jane began laugh but it hurt too much and she cupped her abdomen. "Okay, okay... owww. Touché, I do want to go home."

"Then let's get you into the car," Maura smiled back and pecked her on the lips. "Easy…" she soothed, and placed Jane's hand on the roof of the vehicle to provide support. It took longer than either of them had hoped but Jane was all strapped in the middle of the car, comfy clothes on her body and her son and daughter next to her.

"Drive safe," Angela poked her head into the car, obviously getting a little tearful.

"Will do," Maura walked around to get into the driver's seat and started up the engine.

"Buhbye Nonnaaa!" Ava kissed her own hand clumsily, as she frantically waved at her grandmother.

Angela felt Frank's arm wrap around her back and began to laugh. She truly had a blessing for a granddaughter, and this was one of her proudest moments. "Bye bye, baby girl. I'll see you later." It was clear that Ava had no clue what was going on, but she nodded and settled back in her carseat, occasionally poking her head around the side to see her mother next to her.

"Ready to go home, Avie?" Jane wrapped a protective arm around the back of the seat. She had wanted to stay in the back of the car with both children. The thought had come almost immediately when they'd filled in the discharge papers. That thought terrified her - she was already being slightly neurotic, and she already had no wish to leave her son yet. I am my mother's daughter, she rolled her eyes. Even if it meant sitting in the front of the cruiser, it was still too far away from him. So that's the mother-child bond thing Maura was always going on about. Oh sure, she had it with Ava, and Ava was like a third arm to her. Without Ava, she was completely and utterly lost. But this… this was umbilical, and she'd never felt it before. She didn't understand it, and she probably never would.

Ava was distracted by her grandparents waving at her. "Ava? You ready to bring Oliver home?"

Finally, the two-year-old answered her with a cute little grin. "Ready," she nodded and continued to wave at her grandparents through the car window as Maura eased her way out of the car park. And with that, after nearly three years, the newly extended Rizzoli-Isles family made their way home with another one.

The End