Something to Talk About, chapter 3 will be up soon. I promise. Until then, please enjoy my newest fic :D
Jane's vision of the room showed blue highlights of the deepest despair created by the longest night of her life. Scatter-brain blond Lydia grunted and yelled as she clutched the sides of her hospital bed and did as the doctor told her.
"Push," the doctor urged as he looked from the crowning baby to her. "You're almost there."
Jane clenched her jaw and winced as she fidgeted bedside Lydia. She looked at the doctor for a long moment then returned her attention to her father's ex-fiancee. Though she wasn't the one in labor and the were a few people in the room, Jane felt completely alone. She never thought she would have to go this far to be there for family, but that's what happens when both your father and your brother sleep with the same woman around the same time. No knew who's baby it was, but Jane was the only Rizzoli that truly stuck around to find out.
"Come on, Lydia. Just one more big push," the doctor said.
Lydia panted and shook her head. Sweat covered her face as most of her hair was matted down.
"I can't," she breathlessly started. "It's like...the ultimate work out...and I don't have the energy."
The doctor looked at Jane.
"Talk to her," he said.
"What," Jane panicked no louder than a whisper.
She looked down at Lydia with wide, fearful eyes.
"Okay," she softly started. "You...you can do this, Lydia."
"I can't," Lydia cried.
"This baby needs to come out right now," the doctor pressured the two women.
"I can't," Lydia quietly insisted as she tried to control her breathing.
Jane took another look at her and jumped into action.
"You can do this, Lydia. You have to. This is the hardest part and it's almost over. One last push. That's all you need to do."
She shook her head.
"Come on," Jane calmly encouraged her as she instinctively took Lydia's hand. "I'll do it with, okay?"
Lydia stared at Jane as she started to believe the tall and slender brunette.
"You're not alone," Jane finally said after a silent moment of understanding.
"Okay," Lydia quickly said.
"Okay," Jane repeated with a new found confidence. "Ready?"
"All right," the doctor started. "Push."
Lydia took a deep breath and squeezed Jane's hand. She struggled as she gritted her teeth and pushed while her hold on Jane's hand became increasingly stronger.
"Almost," Jane continued to encourage Lydia as she looked to the doctor for a sign the baby was out. "Almost."
Lydia yelled just as the doctor started to smile as he took hold of the baby.. After a second or two, the baby cried.
Lydia stopped pushing and panted as she rested her head and released Jane's hand.
Jane smiled as she watched the doctor cut the umbilical chord.
"Congratulations," he continued to smile. "It's a girl."
"A baby girl," Jane beamed as she stared at the crying baby.
"We're gonna get her cleaned up and then you can hold her," the doctor informed Jane.
Lydia lay with her eyes closed as she took deep breaths to regulate her breathing.
"You did a good job," Jane said to Lydia.
"I did," she asked with uncertainty.
"Yeah, you did," Jane nodded.
After several minutes, the doctor returned with the baby.
"We're going to need a name," the doctor said as he handed the baby to Lydia.
"Oh, well, I haven't really thought of anything yet," she confessed.
"Take your time. I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you and then we'll place your baby girl in the infirmary."
"Okay," Lydia said before the doctor turned and walked away.
Jane smiled again and the blue highlights she once saw over the room turned into a soft, glowing gold as she looked at the gorgeous baby girl.
"She's beautiful," Jane said.
"She is," Lydia said with a warmness that her eyes didn't seem to convey as well as her voice did.
"What's wrong," Jane said as she frowned at Lydia.
Lydia slowly shook her head.
"She's a Rizzoli," Lydia started. "She's amazing. I thought I could do this before, but now..now that I look at her...I'm not ready to take care of her. Not alone."
"What do you mean?"
"I can barely pay my rent and afford food at the same time let alone pay for diapers and baby food and clothes and bibs and blankets and stuffed animals on top of that. It's too much. I thought I was going to have a secure place to live, but I don't. I thought I was going to have a husband, but I don't. I thought I was going to have enough money to get by with this baby in my life, but I won't! She's yours, Jane."
"What? No, no, she's yours. You can still take care of her without a husband."
She shook her head.
"You get the honor of naming her. I don't think she's been mine since your father left me."
"This is crazy. You don't know what you're saying."
"I do. She's better off with you and your family then she is with me."
Jane shook her head as Lydia handed over the baby.
"Keep her safe," Lydia said as Jane finally accepted the baby.
She made a few noises as her eyes slowly opened and closed while she rested in Jane's arms.
"Protecting people is what I do," Jane nervously joked as she nearly cried.
Babies were anything but Jane Rizzoli's strong suit. She didn't understand them, didn't like the messes they made, and certainly didn't like waking up every night in the middle of the night to rock them back to sleep.
The baby wailed in the once peaceful night and disrupted Jane's short slumber.
She groaned and made a whining sound of her own as she rolled out of bed and onto her feet. She trudged down the hall and into the nursery.
The crying sounded like it was right in her ear though she'd only reached the door at that point.
"Shh, it's okay, Avery," she tiredly cooed with a frown as she approached the crib.
Baby Avery continued to cry and fuss as Jane leaned over the crib and looked down at her.
"Shh, shh shh," Jane tried to calm her as she picked Avery up and started to bounce and rock her.
Jane cascaded around the room several times and with each change of direction, Avery lost more intensity in volume. After a long, tiring twenty minutes, Avery eased back into sleep.
Jane placed her back in the crib and sighed before she turned and crept away. She rubbed her forehead with her index finger and thumb as she headed down the hall and into her room.
Just as she attempted to walk into the room, a disheveled body appeared at the end of the hall.
"Aw, Maura, I'm sorry. Did she wake you again," Jane asked a bit above a whisper.
"Yes," Maura answered with detectable exhaustion in her tone.
"I'm really sorry. Staying here with her was a bad idea. I can move back into my apartment tomorrow."
"No, Jane, it's fine," Maura shook her head.
"It's really not. Look at you, Maura. You're always up, every night when the baby is up. You're falling asleep in the middle of autopsies according to Korsak and don't nearly spout off nearly as many useless facts as you did before. And Avery isn't at all related to you. You shouldn't have to put up with this."
Maura stepped closer to Jane and each step brought her out of her the dark. She stood a couple feet away from the tall brunette, moonlight illuminating her face.
"I agreed to you living here with Avery because your apartment is too small to take care of a baby in. I don't regret my decision."
Jane sighed again.
"Thanks, Maur," she smiled. "You've been an amazing friend."
"I know had the situation been reversed, you would've done the same for me."
"You're damn right," Jane slowly, but truthfully said with a hint of laughter.
"I just came by to see how you were holding up," Maura admitted.
"Oh...well, I'm...good. Eternally tired, but I think I'll manage."
They tiredly smiled at each other for a moment.
"Well, we should probably get some sleep while we still can," Jane suggested.
"I agree," Maura pointed at Jane.
"See you in the morning," Jane dismissively waved as her eyes stayed glued to Maura's.
"Goodnight," Maura flashed a quick smile as she continued to stare at Jane in return.
Thankfully for the overworked, underpaid, full-handed brunette, Avery quietly moved with her as Jane gracefully handed the baby to Maura.
Maura smiled as she readjusted Avery in her arms and slowly swayed her side to side.
Jane reached into a cabinet above the kitchen counter and pulled out a small jar of baby food. She shut the cabinet and turned to a drawer then grabbed on appropriate sized, baby-safe spoon.
Maura sat down at the kitchen table with Avery in her lap, facing outward.
Jane joined them and set the food and the spoon on the table for a moment. She grabbed the edge of a chair and pulled it closer to Maura and the baby. When it hit the back of her thighs, she sat down and picked up the spoon and jar.
Jane smiled at Avery as she twisted the jar. She held the food idle and smiled until she got Avery to manage at least half a smile.
Maura looked down at Avery and smiled when the golden blonde curled her lips slightly upward with her big green eyes.
"God, she is adorable," Maura said before she looked over Jane.
Jane simplified her smile as she hid her teeth and barely pursed her lips, dimples still apparent on either cheek.
"Yeah, she is," she spoke in a soft, low tone riddled with awe and a bit of pride.
Jane met Maura's gaze and they shared a silent moment of appreciation.
Suddenly, a loud thud startled them. Maura and Jane whipped their heads in the direction of the disruptive sound while Avery began to fuss.
Avery whined a bit when Maura realized it was Angela at the opposite side of the kitchen.
"Shh," Maura gently bounded Avery in her lap while Jane stood and headed toward Angela.
"Ma, what're you doing," Jane asked as she motioned to Maura and the baby.
Jane looked from Angela to the floor and quizzically stared down at a black suitcase Angela had set against the door frame.
"I'm moving out," Angela forcefully replied before Jane could say another word.
Maura stopped bouncing Avery and looked over at Angela with a dropped jaw.
"Why," Maura managed to ask.
When Jane looked back at Maura, the good doctor stood and held Avery on her hip, Avery's back to Jane and Angela.
"I can't be around her," Angela said as she dismissively waved at Avery. "She's your father's baby with another woman."
"C'mon. We don't know that," Jane argued .
"I know it. She's his. That's what I believe and will continue to believe until someone shows me test results!"
Maura stopped beside Jane.
Jane reached out and pressed her fingertips against Maura's unoccupied hip.
"Where are you gonna stay," Jane started to raise her voice then glanced at Avery to make sure she wasn't upset.
"I don't know, but I've got three kids. One of them has to take me in."
Jane scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Just stay at my place," Jane whined as the statement pained her. "I haven't been living there for the past two months and I'm still paying rent."
"Thank you," Angela smiled. "Although, your apartment isn't the guest house."
Jane shook her head.
"But it'll do," Angela finished.
Jane looked at Maura with a "Please get me out of this mess" expression.
Maura furrowed her brow and frowned. Jane had come to know the look her friend gave her at that moment as a "Jane, give your mother a chance" expression.
Jane looked at Angela again.
"I'll drop you off at my apartment before I go in to the station," Jane flatly said.
The front door opened and the three women looked to the main hallway with puzzled expressions.
The doors quickly shut and Tommy Rizzoli appeared cluelessly in the hall as he stared into the living room then looked into the kitchen.
"Oh! What have told you about barging in here," Jane yelled at him.
"Sorry," he defensively raised his hands. "You told me to be here early so I got here early," Jane's anger caused Tommy to respond on edge.
"Whatever. Can I trust you to watch Avery while I'm gone?"
"Trust me? What kind of person do you think I am?"
"The kind that screws up," Jane blatantly stated with an icy, bitter demeanor.
Tommy scoffed and shook his head.
"Thanks for the support then," he sarcastically said.
"Deal with it. You know what I think. My opinion hasn't changed in years."
"And yet you still called me," he said.
"Jane, don't fight with your brother," Angela jumped in.
Jane swiftly yanked her keys out of her pocket, her eyes angrily locked on Tommy.
"Go wait in the car, ma."
"In the car, ma," she turned to Angela and spoke slower, with more emphasis to convey her shortened temper.
"Okay," Angela quickly said somewhat under her breath and grabbed the keys from Jane.
Angela spun on her heels and yanked her suitcase away from the wall. She puled it along and walked between Tommy and Jane on her way out.
Maura sighed and frowned as she watched Angela leave. Avery squirmed in her arms and Maura repositioned the little blonde against her body.
Jane redirected her blazing stare at Tommy again.
"I called you because Frankie's at work and can't help out like I wish he could. Maura certainly can't stay home and watch Avery because she runs the morgue and this baby isn't at all related to her."
"And you can't watch the baby?"
"No, Tommy, I can't because for months now I've watched her! I've fed her, bathed her, bought clothes for her that I take on and off day and night. I've changed her diaper so many times in one day, my hands still motion like they're changing diapers even when I'm asleep!"
"See, you've already got the babysitting gig down," Tommy tried to make that sound positive.
Jane shook her head.
"I haven't been to work in over two months!"
"So she's not my baby!"
"Well, she isn't mine."
"God, I can't- What is with the Rizzoli men? You and dad swear she isn't yours, but she's either yours or his."
"You're out of work, Tommy! Avery is your family no matter how you look at it. Man up! Be responsible for once in your so far pathetic life and watch her while I bust my ass to feed this family!"
Maura's jaw dropped a bit, concern written clear across her face.
Tommy gulped, his eyes almost fearfully staring into Jane's enraged hazel eyes.
Tense silence filled the room and spoke louder than any words.
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