Thanks to Dark Ember Dagger for her beta work.


The shrill ringing of the phone startled the lovers out of their slumber. Maura moaned and buried her head deeper into the body of her fiancé. Jane swore and, with the spare arm that was not holding Maura tightly to her side, she reached out and grabbed the phone.

"Rizzoli." She groaned. "Ma…it's Saturday morning. Who? Ma, I don't know any Miranda Marcello. Of course not. Because if I don't know her, why would I want to invite her to my wedding?"

Maura chuckled against Jane's skin.

"Ma, remember what I told you? Small wedding with only close friends and family. That means stop going through my yearbook for guests." Jane rolled her eyes. "No. Over my dead body. I am not inviting Joe Grant to my wedding. No. Because I'd rather invite Miranda Marcello, that's why. Night, Ma."

Jane put the phone back on the table, leaving it off the hook. She hugged Maura close to her and closed her eyes.

"You realise you just said goodnight to your mother when it is in fact morning?"

"Mmm, I don't care. Go back to sleep, baby."

Maura kissed Jane's shoulder. "You are forbidden from inviting Joe Grant or Agent Dean to our wedding."

Jane's eyes shot open and she looked over at Maura. "You forbid me?"

"Yes," she replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jane grinned at her. "You're jealous."

Maura snuggled close to Jane's body. "I just don't want them getting any ideas. You're mine."

"You're a possessive little minx, aren't you?"

"When it comes to you, absolutely." Maura ran her hand down Jane's body. "You're an incredibly attractive woman and I see the way people look at you. I just like to make sure everyone knows you're mine."

Jane frowned and moved so that she rested above Maura. "You do know that I am, right? That I don't want to be with anyone but you." She fingered the diamond on Maura's finger. "I wouldn't have asked you to marry me if I didn't."

"I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't think you wanted to be with me. And I most certainly wouldn't have asked you to marry me." Maura smiled and kissed Jane's lips softly. "I love you. And I'm so happy to be marrying you."

Jane smiled broadly and bent down, kissing Maura deeply. "You know, today is Saturday."

"Very observant of you, Detective Rizzoli," Maura answered, kissing Jane's neck.

Jane took Maura's lips again in a long kiss and she ran her fingers underneath Maura's shirt. "I want to make love to you."

"While I love that idea," Maura murmured, closing her eyes as Jane trailed kisses down her neck, "I have to go shopping."

Jane groaned and rolled onto her back. "Shopping? Really?"

Maura lay beside her, chuckling. "Yes, shopping. We're getting married, Jane. I can't get married in just anything. And there are other things to look at too. Music, reception, the venue…"

Jane sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "So, when do we get this dress?"

Maura's eyes widened and she looked over at Jane. "You can't come!"

Jane lifted an eyebrow. "I can't?"

"You can't see me in my dress before the wedding. It's bad luck."

"Bad luck? Since when do you believe in bad luck?"

"It's a matrimonial tradition. I've been reading up on these things."

Jane tried not to laugh. "You've been researching marriage?"

"Yes," Maura replied. She got up and headed to the bathroom. "And we can't see each other the night before the wedding."

Jane's eyes widened. "What?" She got up and went to the door of the bathroom. "Maura…what do you mean I can't see you the night before the wedding? Maura?"

When Jane arrived at her parents' house that day, she found Frank watching a football game – but no Angela. "Hey, Pop. Where's Ma?"

Frank looked up and smiled at his daughter. "You really don't know?"

Jane narrowed her eyes. "No…what's she up to?"

"She went dress shopping with Maura."

Jane sat down next to her father. "She did?"

"She said every bride needed a mother to go with her to find the perfect wedding dress."

Jane sighed. "Yeah. But Maura's mother should be doing it. I just wish that I'd…I don't know, made more of an effort."

"Jane, do you love her?"

She looked over at her father. "More than anything. You know that."

"Then at the end of the day, nothing else matters. It's you and Maura who are going to be in that marriage, not her parents, or your mother and I. You and Maura. And if her parents can't see past their prejudices or own pigheadedness to realise that their daughter is happy and in love, then that's their problem. And Angela and I are honoured to have Maura as our daughter."

Jane looked at Frank for a long time. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard her father say such a long speech. She smiled and turned back to the game. "Thanks, Pop."

"Anytime, Janie."

Maura fingered an ivory dress, then shook her head and moved on. She knew Angela was on the phone with Frank, and it gave her a moment to think.

She had been immensely grateful when Angela had offered to go with her to choose a dress for the wedding. Maura didn't have any real female friends (apart from Jane) that could help her with this, and she hadn't considered her own mother. They hadn't really spoken of late – at least not since she had told her parents about Jane.

As a child, she had never really fantasized about her own wedding, but the more literature she read on weddings, it had been very clear that the bride's mother was supposed to play a part.

Then again, she thought, as she watched Angela walk towards her, it was very clear that she had a new family, who accepted and loved her just the way she was.

"I'm so sorry, Maura," Angela said. "The man would lose his own head if it wasn't screwed on!"

Maura refrained herself from explaining that the head was not screwed on and was actually attached in other ways. Jane had explained to her that Angela enjoyed using clichés that may not be true, but apparently had metaphoric resonance.

"Found anything you like?"

"I feel that although white is traditional, I would be happier with ivory or off-white," Maura said. "Most of my lab coats are white and I'd like the dress to be special, rather than like what I wear most days at work."

"Sounds like an excellent idea," Angela agreed. She began looking at the rack next to Maura. "I don't know what we're going to get Jane into."

Maura smiled softly. "I'd just like her hair to be down." She glanced at Angela. "Surely you've always thought about Jane's wedding day?"

"Of course. But Frank and I knew early on that Jane was always going to go her own way." Angela smiled. "But I am very, very glad she found you."

Maura turned her body so that she was fully facing Angela. "I…" She took a deep breath. "I love her. I never knew I could love someone as completely as I do Jane. She's the first person who's ever made me feel that it's alright to be myself – the first person who loves me as me. Who loves me completely and fully and doesn't want to change me. She makes me feel alive and for the first time I don't have sufficient language in my vocabulary to describe what I feel for her."

Angela had never heard such a long speech from Maura before, but she smiled and put her hand on Maura's arm. "And I can honestly say that I have never seen Jane so happy and relaxed as she has been with you. All a mother wants is for her daughter to be happy, and you've given that to me. She hasn't been happy for a long time, but now she is and I'm so glad she's found you."

Maura smiled. "I'm glad I can make her happy. I want so much to make her as happy as she makes me."

"And you too," Angela assured her. "And she's going to be even happier when she marries you and we find you a perfect dress."

Maura nodded. "And Angela, thank you. For doing this with me. I read that it's traditional for mother's to shop for wedding dresses with their daughters but…"

Angela took Maura's hand and patted it. "Maura, you love my Jane. You're part of our family. You are my daughter."

Jane arrived back from taking Joe Friday for her walk and heard Maura rattling around in the kitchen. She let Joe off the leash and smiled when she heard Maura's exclamation of delight as Joe scampered in to see her.

Maura looked up as Jane walked into the room and smiled. "Hi."

"Hi back." Jane cupped the honey-blonde's face and kissed her, long and hard. "I love you."

"I love you too," Maura replied, kissing her back.

"Did you find a dress?"

"Not yet. I think we'll try a different part of town. I'm not sure Angela realises I am quite well-off financially." Maura was uncertain as to where Jane's intense display of affection was coming from, but she was quite happy to reciprocate.

"Ma still sticks to a budget," Jane replied. "She raised three kids on a plumber's salary."

"She raised them very well."

"Two of them, anyway." Jane squeezed Maura's hand. "I'm glad she went with you. Since, you know…"

"My mother refuses to acknowledge that I am deeply in love with a woman and marrying her?"

Jane winced. "Yeah, that."

Maura cupped Jane's face with her hands. "I love you, Jane. I'm going to marry you. You've given me your heart and your family. If my mother can't accept that, it's her loss."

Jane turned her face and kissed the palm of Maura's right hand. "I love you too, Maura. And I promise I'm going to make you happy."

Maura smiled. "You already do."

Sunday lunch found Angela interrogating Jane and Maura about the wedding. Where it was going to be held, who was going to officiate, where was the reception, what food was at the reception, who was invited and most importantly – what was Jane going to wear?

Jane cut into a potato. "Clothes, I assume."

Angela sent her daughter a long look, while Frankie snickered.

"Angela makes a good point," Maura said, nervously eyeing Jane. "What would you like to wear?"

"I don't know," Jane muttered, looking as though she felt the entire questioning was ridiculous. "What would YOU like me to wear?"

Maura looked Jane up and down, as if she were inspecting her. "A tailored suit or a slim dress. Nothing with puffed sleeves – perhaps sleeveless. You have beautiful arms."

"Oh Janie, wear a dress," Angela entreated. "I've been waiting 30 years for this."

Jane rolled her eyes. She glanced at her father, who had been suspiciously quiet. "Pop? What do you think?"

"I think it's your wedding," Frank replied. He smiled at her. "But, if you'd have me, I'd be honoured to walk you down the aisle."

"I'd love that, Pop," Jane replied. She glanced at Maura, unsure how to phrase her next question.

Maura however, saw the question in Jane's eyes and smiled. "I thought perhaps I might ask Korsak."

"I bet he'd love to," Jane agreed.

"I'd be more than happy to walk both of you down the aisle," Frank assured them. "See what you decide closer to the time."

Angela brought up another difficult subject. "Maura, are your parents coming to the wedding?"

"Ma!" Jane said.

"What?" Angela asked. "It's a simple question. It's their only child's wedding. They should put aside their ridiculous notions and be there for Maura."

"Ma!" Jane said again. "Just leave it be, okay?"

Maura placed her hand on Jane's thigh. "Jane, it's alright. It doesn't hurt me to talk about them."

Jane felt tempted to admit that it hurt her, but she didn't want to upset Maura any further. She still had some residual guilt after the non-appearance of Maura's parents at the "meet the girlfriend" dinner, but she was determined not to worry Maura with them. Besides, she had some plans to get Maura's parents onside, and she still had plenty of time to put them to work.