A/N: And here is the last installment. Thanks again for all your support – I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it :]

Jane stands there, dumfounded, watching her father turn his gaze. His face melts into an expression of recognition, and Jane automatically holds Henry tighter against her in a protective stance.

"Jane," he mutters, his voice cracking. His face is weary, and he looks about a decade older than the last time she saw him. She doesn't know what to say.

"It's been a while," he continues when she says nothing. Henry seems to sense the gravity of the situation, curling up against Jane's tenseness. She rubs methodical circles on his back, more so for her comfort than for his. She only nods, her tongue suddenly dry and her throat unbearably tight. "Is he yours?" he looks at the toddler, his nose pressed up against Jane's neck. She feels his warm breath wash over her, reminding her to breathe.

Jane nods slowly, trying not to cry. Because he is hers, even he was never meant to be. "This is Henry," she finally squeaks out, and the little boy lifts his head at the sound of his name, bashfully peering over at the man who is either his father or his grandfather, the realization making Jane cling to him all the more.

"Hi, Henry," Frank cracks a smile, his eyes lighting up in the way Jane remembers them when she was a child. Henry quickly buries his face back into Jane's neck, too shy to address the strange man in return. "I feel like I've missed so much," he sighs, his eyes finding Jane's. "I'm so sorry."

She nods again, all she can seem to manage right now. She waits for the inevitable stream of questions to follow, but Maura appears a moment later, just as dumbfounded as Jane as she inches up beside her, her gaze darting between the father and daughter.

"Mr. Rizzoli," she speaks, her voice dry, yet collected.

"Maura," he looks surprised for a moment, and Jane wonders if his mind even edges on what their relationship has become. Henry wriggles in her grasp at the sound of his mother's voice, seeming puzzled by the tension that hangs in the air. "It's good to see you. I'm glad to see you and Jane are still friends."

Jane opens her mouth to speak, but promptly closes it. Her father glances between the two women, as if contemplating what he should say next. It's been over two years since she last saw him, over three since he divorced her mother, but only now does it hit her that she no longer has a father. The man in front of her is not familiar to her; she only sees weakness, vulnerability, and an ugly feeling of grief twists in her stomach when she realizes all she has lost.

She lets out a small whimper that does not go unnoticed to Maura, who reaches out to touch her arm lightly. "Come on," Maura urges gently, her voice soft yet commanding. "We need to go."

It takes Jane a minute to nod, letting her hand slip into Maura's, a warming comfort sweeping over her.

"Wait," Frank mutters, and his eyes slice through Jane, and for a moment she's tempted to let him win.

But Maura gives her hand a gentle squeeze, nodding toward the door, imbuing her with the strength she needs. "No, Pop," he voice is weak, but she confidently carries on. "I need to go – I need to be with my family," her voice cracks over the last word, and she watches his face fall, wondering if she had taken it too far before remembering all he has done.

She follows Maura out the door, letting out a soft sob once they are a fair distance away from the restaurant. Her face is streaming with tears by the time they reach the car, and she stumbles slightly from her blurred vision, planting herself on the edge of the curb before she loses her balance. Maura sits down beside her, touching her arm gently as she reaches for Henry.

"No," Jane mutters softly, clinging to her child for dear life, her hand pressed against his mess of curls. "I have him," she assures her. She needs him; she needs him more than ever right now, pressed up tightly against her, reminding her of what she has, reminding her of what she could have lost.

"Ma," Henry whispers, a hint of worry in his voice. He reaches up to touch Jane's wet cheeks.

Maura rests her head against Jane's shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath of her own. This was something they should have expected, but not something they had prepared for. She rubs her arm gently, letting Jane cry herself out before coaxing her back to the car, a thick silence filling the vehicle as they drive back to their home.

Henry has nodded off by the time they arrive, and Maura gently lifts him from his seat, removing his shoes before taking him down the hall to his room where he can adequately nap. She watches him sleep for a moment, never appreciating him more than she has in this moment. He's theirs, but he's not supposed to be, and that realization has her shaken as she brushes his soft cheek gently with the pad of her thumb.

"I love you," she whispers, kissing his hair gently, pulling herself away. He's safe here. He's safe, and he's theirs, and right now Jane needs her.

Maura finds her in the living room, curled up on the couch, her knees tucked to her chest and her gaze planted on the floor below her. "Jane," she murmurs softly, touching her knee as she joins her. "I'm sorry."

"S'not your fault," she mutters, continuing to stare at the floor.

"I'm sorry I pulled you away so quickly – I know you may have needed to talk to him more thoroughly, but I got scared," she admitted, looking down at her hands, clenching and unclenching her fingers as she speaks. "We skirted around so many rules and formalities with Henry's adoption – I was scared you'd tell him too much. I was scared we'd lose our baby," her voice cracks, and she licks her lips, trying not to cry.

Jane reaches for her hand, holding it securely in her own. "We're never going to let that happen," she affirms. "Never," she repeats. "And please, don't apologize. I'm glad you pulled me away, because I wasn't sure I'd be strong enough. All he's done – all he hasn't done – he doesn't deserve my time of day. And it hurts," she gulps. "It fucking hurts, but I need to move on."

"Jane," Maura's voice is fragile. Her face contorts into an expression of empathy as Jane's pain radiates off hers.

"He used to be everything to me, you know," Jane continues on, her voice wavering slightly. "I used to beg him to let me come along to help him with his plumbing jobs – used to say I was gonna grow up and work in the business with him. He was the one who was supposed to walk me down the aisle." She pauses, letting her words settle. "I used to see him as so much more than he really was. But dads are supposed to be like that – we're supposed to look up to them; they're supposed to be there – and when they're not – it's like a whole part of your life just lost it's meaning."

"The gods are fallen and all safety is gone," Maura quotes bitterly. "East of Eden," she adds for Jane's convenience at her puzzled gaze. "There's a passage where Steinbeck explores just that – that moment when a child realizes that their parents cannot amount to everything they thought they were. And it happens at varying levels throughout a person's life, but it's never easy to accept that the people we look to most, whether we consciously admit it or not, cannot always be that solid foundation we once believed them to be. I learned at a young age that my parents were likely to disappoint me, and it hurts, not matter what stage of your life you discover it."

Jane manages a small smile, and though the sting of disappointment still hurts, she feels less alone as she realizes what a strong woman sits beside her.

XXX

"Whoa there kiddo, watch where you're going," Jane reaches out to catch Henry as he barrels toward her, as naked as the day he was born. She lifts him into her grasp, listening to him shriek with delight.

"Uh, Maur?" She finds her girlfriend in the kitchen, making a peanut butter and fluff sandwich for their son. "Care to explain why our kid is lacking in the clothing department?"

Maura licks some excess marshmallow fluff off her fingers, putting the perfect sandwich triangles onto a plate. "I read this fascinating article online about an effective potty training method. It's called the 'Bare-bottomed Method,' and it's really just as simple as it sounds – you simply allow your child to go about his day without any clothing on because he's much more aware of his body and its functions when he does not have the comfort of his diaper. It's been proven to work in as little as three days," she states matter-of-factly.

Jane raises an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "So how many puddles have you had to clean up off the floor?"

"None, actually. He went in his potty chair earlier this morning – didn't you, big boy?" she takes a moment to praise the child wriggling in Jane's grasp. "And he hasn't had an accident all day."

"Then I stand corrected." Jane's been put in her place. She puts Henry back on the floor, letting him run around in all his glory. "How was your day?" She reaches to snake her arms around Maura's waist, nuzzling her nose up against her neck.

"Oh!" Maura's a bit startled by her touch, but she soon relaxes into her embrace, finding his hard to form a coherent thought as Jane trails a series of kisses from her hairline to the nape of her neck. "My dress fitting went well," she mumbles, smiling as she pictures the gown. "And Henry and I have been having a relaxing day. What about you?"

It takes Jane a moment to answer, still quite preoccupied with Maura's neck. "Pretty uneventful, though I—" she stops, straining to listen. "Maura," she groans. "I think your bare-bottomed method is about to bite you in the back."

She pulls away, hurrying down the hall, followed closely by Maura, where sure enough, Henry has decided to empty his bladder on an unfortunate pair of shoes that Maura has left by her bedroom door.

"Bee-bee, Momma," he grins proudly, repeating what he has learned this morning, toddling over to her as he waits for her approval.

Maura has gone white, her face fixated on her wet shoes, and Jane can't help but to bark out a laugh, her face darting from Maura's gaping expression to Henry's proud grin. "Looks like we'll be taking a shopping trip soon. I'll put pull-ups and shoes on the list."

XXX

"I swear, if Ma makes one more comment about what she wants for this wedding, I'm calling the whole thing off." Jane collapses on the bed, groaning when she sees it's already nearly one. Her argument with her mother was not worth losing so much sleep. The weeks they've spent planning this wedding are wearing her thin, and she's about ready to punch someone every time it's even mentioned.

"Oh, so you don't want to marry me now?" Maura pouts slightly, placing her novel on the nightstand and snuggling up beside Jane instead.

"Am I even marrying you? Because it sure as hell feels like I'm marrying mother at this rate," Jane huffs, letting out an irritated growl. "I mean, if this is what you want, then I will suck it up with a grin. But there is no fucking way I'm getting my mother's hideous dress altered and hosting a reception for my thousands of loud-mouthed Italian relatives if it's just for my mother."

She turns toward Maura, knowing she'll get the truth, because even in the dim lighting, she can clearly detect an outbreak of hives.

"Honestly, Jane, I just want to see you happy." There is no appeasing tone in her voice – she truly wishes simply this. "I used to have all these intricate plans for my wedding, but it was more so because I was focused on the event itself rather than the person I'd actually be marrying. When I imagine my wedding now, all I see is you."

"That is probably the corniest thing I've ever heard," Jane snorts, but her heart is melting all the same. She leans over to press her lips gently against Maura's, the simple action still causing butterflies to erupt in her stomach. "Let's elope. We can go to the cliffs of Santorini and get married on top of a volcano."

"You remembered." Maura blushes, looking quite pleased.

Jane bends in to kiss her again, tracing the length of her jaw with her thumb. "Of course I remembered. It's kind of hard to forget wedding plans as outlandish as that."

"Would you really want to elope?" Maura questions, twisting one of Jane's curls around her finger absentmindedly.

Jane scoffs before she realizes that Maura has spoken seriously. "I mean, I'm sure as hell tempted to at this point." The more she thinks about it as more than a fleeting thought, the more appealing it becomes. "It would be kind of fun, wouldn't it?"

"Then let's do it," Maura states simply.

"Wait, are you serious?" Jane props herself up on her elbow, her eyes widening at Maura's proposal.

"I'm not breaking out in hives, am I?" she laughs, rising from the bed. "Come on, let's get ready."

"Wait, we're going now?" Jane slides to edge of the bed, watching incredulously as Maura emerges from the closet with her wedding gown draped over her arms.

"Part of the thrill of eloping is the unexpected nature of it – it wouldn't be as fun if we took the time to think it through." She begins to peel off her clothes, shimmying into her Vera Wang silk charmeuse dress.

"You're gonna wear that?" Jane hovers around the entrance to the closet, unsure about what she's expected to wear as Maura adjusts her four thousand dollar wedding gown.

"Well, I can't very well return it since I've already had the alterations made, so I might as well make the best of it," she grins, quite unfazed by the fact that they have just thrown all their wedding plans down the drain in a matter of minutes.

"And what the hell am I supposed to wear?" Jane raises an eyebrow, slightly irritated, but more so amused and somewhat excited as they take action to go through with their spontaneous idea.

Maura struts into the closet, emerging with Jane's well-worn Red Sox's jersey, tossing it her way. She smirks as her girlfriend skillfully catches it, her look of shock gradually morphing into grin. "I remembered, too."

XXX

"So where are we going? Pretty sure City Hall is closed," Jane mutters as they slip out into the night, Jane clad in a pair of ratty jeans and her jersey while Maura clicks behind her in a pair of ivory Louboutins. They had successfully delivered Henry to the Pack 'N' Play in guesthouse, leaving their sleeping toddler in Angela's care. "And Vegas seems a bit ambitious for tonight, even for us." Even so, she would not have put it past Maura to already be booking the tickets on her phone.

"I have a plan; don't fret," Maura assuages her, the engine roaring through the night as she turns the key in the ignition. Jane winces, sure she'll see her mother barreling toward them any moment now, putting a sudden halt to their hasty plans.

"We're really doing this," Jane marvels as they safely leave the driveway, overcome by a sudden rush of adrenaline.

"I don't know why you're so surprised – it was your idea after all," Maura reminds her, quite confidently driving to their unknown destination.

"Yeah, but I was kind of joking," Jane admits, trying to decipher Maura's plans. She's not really sure where they can legally get married at this hour, though she's sure with Maura's extensive knowledge on everything that she's found a loophole faster than Jane could have googled it.

Jane feels Maura put a slight pressure on the break, turning to her with a worried expression. "You were joking?"

"Relax," Jane assures her, reaching to touch her thigh through the silky material of her dress. "I'm all in now – in fact, I can't believe we didn't think of this ages ago."

They're a good few blocks away when Jane knows exactly where they're headed, the route making her nostalgic.

"Fenway Park?" A grin spills across Jane's face.

Maura matches her grin. "Where else?"

"Aw, come on, Maur, that was just a silly childhood dream. We don't really have to do this – city hall would be just fine."

"Yes, but not nearly as romantic," Maura counters, finding a parking spot, a glimmer in her eyes. She takes Jane's hand, leading her toward the darkened stadium. "You don't honestly believe I haven't been thinking about this ever since the day you told me, do you?"

And all at once, Jane has Maura pinned up against the outer wall of the stadium, capturing her mouth with hers. "You," she pauses for a moment to thoroughly kiss her, "are," she loses her train of though as Maura lets out a satisfied moan, "perfect," the word escapes her lips in a hush, letting her nose trail against the line of Maura's jaw, trying to calm her breathing. "Are you sure this is what you want though?"

"Do I look like I'm protesting?" Maura laughs breathily, letting her hands curl around Jane's neck as she swoops in for another kiss.

It takes them a good five minutes to cease their kissing before they continue on, hand in hand as they head toward the entrance. "So how do you plan on getting us in?" Jane voices her immediate concern. "I'm pretty sure they have security guard stationed here at night."

Maura reaches mischievously into the bosom of her dress, producing Jane's badge. "I've seen this do the job quite a few times," she murmurs with a sly wink.

"Oh, you're bad," Jane raises an eyebrow, and it takes all Jane has not to throw her against the wall again, immensely aroused by Maura's current behavior.

It doesn't take them long to find the night watchman on one of his rounds. "Can I help you two?" he asks, skeptically eyeing the pair.

"Yes, sir," Jane tries not to laugh as she produces her badge. "We're investigating a case, and recent events have led us here, so we'd like to have a look inside if you don't mind." It takes all she has to keep her face straight, and she can feel Maura trembling beside her, an eruption of laughter building inside of her as well.

"Uh, detective?" he mutters, trying to sound as polite as possible as he examines her badge for any discrepancies. "Are you under the influence?"

"No, sir," she answers, though he upper lip twitches. "You can do a Breathalyzer test if you deem necessary, but I assure you I'm completely, honest-to-god sober."

He glances down at her badge once again, letting out a sigh as he reaches for his keys. "Alright – hope you find what you're looking for," he mutters. "She going with you?" He raises an eyebrow at her bride.

"Yes, sir, she's a very crucial part of this investigation," she speaks with a solemn tone, glad when he finally pries open the gate for them.

As soon as he's out of sight, they burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh, man," Jane gasps between her fits of laughter. "We could get into so much trouble for this – but it is so, so worth it," she assures her. "I love you so much."

She grins at Jane's words, the simple phrase never ceasing to bring butterflies to her stomach. "I honestly don't think I've ever experienced a thrill equivalent to this," Maura admits as the two descend toward the field. She gives Jane's hand a squeeze, leaving their fingers loosely intertwined.

The glow of the moon offers the two enough light as they traipse out onto the field, stopping only when they're both situated over home plate. Maura grins at Jane, taking both her hands in her own as she catches her gaze. "Are you ready?"

She nods, suddenly feeling a bit subdued as the reality of the situation sinks in. Here they are, exchanging vows over home plate in Fenway Park. It feels so surreal, so outlandish, that she wonders if she'd pinch herself if she'd wake up.

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli," Maura begins, keeping Jane's hands in her grasp. Jane lets out a protest of disgust at the use of her full name. "Hush," Maura scolds, narrowing her gaze at Jane, who promptly shuts her mouth. "If someone had told me I'd marry that hooker I met in Division One coffee shop all those years ago, I would have told them they were severely deluded," she lets out a small laugh, and Jane snorts at the memory. Maura continues, a more serious tone in her voice now. "I accepted from a very young age that I didn't connect well with people, and I learned that the only person I could truly rely on was myself. It never really bothered me – when you don't know what you're missing out on, you don't often give it a second thought. But then I met you, and call me corny, but you truly became my everything. You became the best friend I'd only ever read about in books. You became the one person I trusted enough to confide in, a shoulder for me to cry on – you taught me that it was okay to express my emotions, and you made me feel comfortable in my own skin for the first time in the presence of someone else. But most of all, you showed me what it truly means to be loved," she pauses, watching as Jane's eyes soften. Jane gives her hands a gentle squeeze as she carries on. "There are so many varying levels of love, and you've met me on each and every one. I don't even think I believed in love until I met you – I was always so fixated on the concrete, tangible facts that I could calculate that I never expected to understand something that is so inexplicable – so magical, if you will," she laughs at her choice of words. "Because really, that's what it is. This is what you read about in fairytales when you're a young girl and dream about finding – and I don't think many people do find what we've found, Jane. I feel so lucky and blessed to have found that one person I know completes me – that one person who forms the other half of me I never knew was missing. I love you, Jane. I love you so much – and I am so, so proud to call you my wife."

They both have tears in their eyes, and Jane reaches up to wipe Maura's cheek softly as she begins to speak, "I hope I can do justice to what you just said – because I'm not always so good with words, but I want you to know how much you mean to me, Maura," she begins. "I've been restless my whole life, never really comfortable with who I was. Growing up I never felt comfortable with my own body, and I hid my insecurities with boyish clothes and a boatload of sarcasm. I always just thought I'd find a man I'd fall in love with and end up marrying – that's what Ma drilled into my mind anyway. But I always felt awkward around guys – I'd try the whole flirty thing and fail miserably. I could never just be myself, and I never felt comfortable enough to let my guard down. But you – I don't know what it was about you, but I found myself confident in myself for the first time after we became friends. There's always just been something so natural and comfortable between us – I just never thought it would amount to anything more than friendship. I never in my life imagined myself in a relationship with a girl – hell, I still can't see myself in a relationship with a woman. But you're just you – you're Maura, and you're beautiful, quirky, lovable, and compassionate – and you're real. You've been so real and honest with me from the day we met, and I think that's what intrigued me about you and ultimately made me the woman I am today. Because you're so much more than just a gender, or love interest, or all those words that apply to normal relationships – we go above all that, and we just simply are, just Maura and Jane – and I love that I found myself in you, because without you, I'd still be searching for myself. I love you, and forever will not even begin to be enough time with you."

Maura leans in to kiss her breathless lips. There's no cheering, no music, just the muted sounds of the city pulsing around them, oblivious to the events that have just transpired. But for Maura and Jane, the world is new, the world is fresh, the world is perfect, and they revel in this feeling as they walk hand in hand out of the stadium.

"Find what you were looking for?" the guard asks as the smiling couple finally emerges.

"Yes, sir," Jane grins. "And it would be very much appreciated if you could take a picture of us – just so we have something to file away in evidence," she adds, handing him her phone as she tugs Maura closer to her, kissing her cheek.

He mutters something unintelligible, shrugging as he takes the picture.

"Thank you," Jane says as he hands her the phone. "Your cooperation has been much appreciated."

They're both laughing again as the reach Maura's car, and she once again drives off into the night, though Jane quickly realizes that their destination is not their home.

"I hope you don't mind, but I would like to legally marry you," Maura smiles as they pull into the empty parking lot at city hall. She unbuckles her seat belt, tackling Jane into the back seat of the car, grinning down at her breathlessly. "It doesn't open for a few more hours, but I can think of a suitable way to pass the time," she winks, pulling Jane's hips toward hers.

Jane lets out a throaty laugh, already beginning to help Maura shimmy out of her dress.

XXX

"Morning, girls," Angela greets them, holding a cup of coffee in her grasp as she enters the main house.

It's hours later, and Jane and Maura are both showered and relaxed, watching the morning news as Henry plays with his train set on the floor in front of them.

"Morning, Ma," Jane greets, a permanent grin plastered on her face.

"I'm glad to see you in such a good mood this morning – I was worried you'd be grumpy after last night," her mother raises an eyebrow, referring to the fight that feels simply eons ago. "I was hoping that you'd be willing to look into some places to have your reception with me this afternoon – and it'd be nice if you didn't put up a fuss," she states as pleasantly as she can manage.

"Won't be necessary," Jane waves her off, and her mother raises an eyebrow in delight, inferring too quickly. "The wedding's off," Jane adds, and Angela's expression becomes enraged almost instantly.

"What?" she sputters, finding Maura's face for confirmation.

Maura looks a bit bashful, but she nods. Jane reaches for the marriage certificate they left out on the coffee table, along with a printed version of their sole wedding picture. "We really didn't think a wedding would be necessary anymore, seeing as we're already officially married." She nudges the document in the photo in her mother's direction, watching her face contort into an expression of shock.

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli!" she shrieks, her eyes falling on the blurry photo and the printed words. She glances up, finding Maura's face. "Maura Dorothea Isles!"

"Actually, Ma, it's Rizzoli-Isles now." Jane plants a finger down on the official document. "Had and resolved our first marital argument already."

"I can't…you two…" she trails off, letting out a frustrated groan. She tosses the papers angrily down on the coffee table before storming out of the house.

"Will she be okay?" Maura asks a bit nervously, suddenly feeling empathetic.

"'Course," Jane answers. "Besides, she's still got Tommy and Frankie – I'm sure they'll find girls who want a big ass wedding."

"It's different when it's your own daughter getting married, though," Maura inadvertently defends, finding Jane's eyes.

Jane sighs. "I know she had big dreams for this wedding, but it wasn't hers to dream for. I'm happy – are you happy?" she asks.

Maura nods, even though she still looks a bit torn.

"Well that's all that really matters when it comes down to it. This is what we wanted, Maura. This was for us – and really, that's what a wedding is all about."

She rests her hand against Maura's legs, watching her expression relax. She'll deal with her mother later, because she truly doesn't have a single regret in the world right now. As she watches her son play, with Maura curled up contently beside her, she fully appreciates what she has been so lucky just to happen upon, because she could not have planned it better if she tried.