A/N: Just continuing Chapter 14 I guess. It's a bit short but I didn't really know where else to go with this. I think soon I'm just gonna skip ahead a few months because I don't know how long this will take and it feels like forever. But I have big plans in the works! Oh and I should probably update my other fics, too oops. Regardless, hope you enjoy, faithful readers. :3
Charles Isles was an intimidating man to say the least. He had a strong look about him, a chiseled jaw, and dressed incredibly sharply, no matter the day or event. Jane didn't often talk to him, but he seemed very intelligent and charismatic. Charles gestured for Jane to seat at a chair across from him and she nodded quickly and took a seat.
"Well?" Charles prompted, pulling out a cigar and lighter.
"Yes, sir, I...I am dating your daughter."
"I'm glad you have the courage to say that aloud." Charles replied.
"Only here." Jane admitted, lowering her head of embarrassment.
He nodded. "I understand your situation. This, for now, is a secret."
"For now, sir?" She repeated.
Charles smoked his cigar. "Yes. I understand the situation with your parents; thought I've not met them, I believe they will in get used to the idea of your...non-traditional life style. Should you make this public, I want to make one thing very clear: our family is very well-known around Boston - and the nation. You make it known you and Maura are a couple there will, indeed, be whispers."
Jane sighed. "Alright."
Charles leaned forward, setting the tumbler down and holding the cigar. He clasped his hands together. "Allow me to make something else abundantly clear, Jane: I love Maura. I'm sure you do as well. How much is debatable, but I digress; if you hurt her in any way - physical, emotional - or break her heart, there will be consequences."
Once again, Jane audibly gulped.
He leaned back, satisfied with the response. "Understood?"
"Yes, sir. If you don't mind my saying, I will treat Maura with the respect and dignity she deserves. I would never purposefully hurt her."
A smile graced Charles' face. Charles stood up and she followed his lead, shaking his hand after he stuck his out.
"You seem like a fine young woman, Jane. I only wish that your parents realized what really matters about you."
Jane smiled at his kind words and he gestured to the door. "Thank you for the talk, sir."
Before she left, he said, "Call me Charles."
Jane walked confidently down to the kitchen after her talk with Charles to find Maura. Constance was drinking a cup of tea, surprised that Jane wasn't rattled.
"How was your talk with Charles?" Constance asked.
"I'll tell you this much," Jane turned to Maura, "if I weren't serious about you before, I would be after that talk."
Jane and Maura stayed in the kitchen, cooking their dinner, while Constance walked up to the study and met Charles there. She opened the door and nodded, crossing her arms. "You did a fine job talking to Jane, dear."
Charles smiled. "I hope I didn't scare her off."
Constance laughed. "Of course not. She adored Maura before, if not more now."
"Do you know much about her family?" Charles asked. "I don't believe Maura has ever met them."
Constance perked up a brow. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, if our families are to be so close, I suggest something of a gathering of sorts. A picnic, perhaps."
That caused Constance to quietly groan; she'd heard a lot from Jane of the Rizzoli family and wasn't sure if they would be a good match for the Isles' for a day out. "I'm not sure of that idea, Charles. From what Jane tells me her family isn't the most welcoming. Then again, we should meet them, considering our daughters are now so close."
"Wonderful!" Charles beamed. He was, genuinely excited. Work often got in the way for the both of them to become close to Maura's friends and this was a good chance. "What do you say, we make a day of it. They could come here and we could host a party of sorts!"
Constance nodded. "That sounds lovely! I'll tell the girls."
Jane and Maura were busying themselves in the kitchen. Maura was teaching Jane how to make andouille and potato crepes, one of her favourite dishes that she had in France when she lived there. Jane was just folding the edges of the crepes when Constance came in. She clapped her hands together in excitement.
"Girls, I have exciting news!"
Jane turned, as did Maura.
"When it's spring, we're going to host a party for your family to come here." Constance said. "Granted we've never met, but it's the perfect time, don't you think?"
The girls nodded in unison. "Sounds...peachy." Jane said quietly. When Constance left the room once again (she did a lot of running around apparently), Jane turned the crepes and finished them, placing them on plates.
"How do you feel about that idea, Jane?" Maura asked. "You don't seem very excited."
Jane shrugged. "Well, the Rizzoli clan can sort of be obnoxious to say the least."
Maura chuckled. "Jane, my parents won't mind. They like you. A lot. Your family won't change that."