ALL I SEE IS JANE ON THE LEFT AND MAURA ON THE RIGHT. AND THE RING. THIS FANDOM HAS RUINED ME.
IT CAN’T BE UNSEEN NOW
NEVER WANT IT TO BE UNSEEN.
the hand in the pocket….its real!
OMG THE POCKET HAHAA IT IS REAL
Jane doesn’t know why she’s nervous. While Angela had initially been uncomfortable when the two of them started dating eight months ago, Jane’s mother had seemed to warm up to the idea since then. In fact, Jane was surprised Angela hadn’t cornered one of them and asked them point-blank where this was all headed anyway.
But here she was, standing in front of her mother completely terrified. Jane took a deep breath. She could tackle two-hundred fifty pound men like a line-backer, she could certainly tell her mother she had finally found the person to spend the rest of her life with.
The brunette glanced briefly at the blond standing beside her. She was absolutely glowing. Jane had never seen a smile so big on that face, except maybe the other day when the detective had pulled out that whopping diamond she had been saving for since their third date.
Maura nodded and those hazel eyes glimmered. All the courage Jane ever needed was always reflected in her best friend’s knowing look. Maura slipped her fingers into Jane’s and instantly a smile erupted on Jane’s face.
"Ma…?" Jane said, finally turning to her mother again.
Angela’s eyes dipped down to the ring on Maura’s finger for the first time. The older woman looked between her daughter and the woman who was nearly as dear to her. It had finally happened. Angela looked as if she was going to explode with joyous laughter.
"She said yes, Ma." Jane said proudly.
Angela scooped both of them up in a tight hug, joyful tears pouring from her eyes. “I can’t believe my little babies are getting married!”
"We’re hardly infants—" Maura mumbled into Angela’s hair, but Jane’s squeeze of her fingers told her to just let Angela have her moment.
"Congratulations!" Angela said, finally releasing them after another long squeeze. Then, standing back, she looked between the two of them silently.
"Took you long enough!" Angela rebuked, frowning at her daughter.
"What?!" Jane said defensively.
"You think I don’t recognize the ring you were eyeing in that jewelry store eight months ago?" Angela said indignantly.
"Eight months ago?" Maura said, turning to Jane with a curious expression. "But you and I only started…" Maura grew quiet. Jane looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Jane shrugged, “What can I say?”
Maura looked as if she was going to tear up. “You’ve been planning this all this time?”
"Honestly?" Jane said, blushing. "Longer."
Maura’s eyes widened, her eyebrow’s raised. “Longer?”
Jane glanced at her mother. She really didn’t want to be admitting this at all, no less in front of witnesses. But that’s what marriage was about, right? She could do this, for Maura.
She smiled at the most beautiful green-eyed blonde doctor Boston ever had, “Let’s just say I left a few details out of that wedding fantasy conversation we had a couple years ago.”
Jane didn’t think it was possible but the smile Maura gave in response was the most beautiful and heartfelt Jane had ever seen.