Rizzoli & Isles fic - Family Snapshots 3
Tittle: Family Snapshots
Author: storm_8
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Raiting: PG
Spoilers: None, really...
Disclaimers: Ha! Obviously I don't own any of these characters... Except I do own the twins! (They are so cute!)
A/N: Unbeated, so all mistakes are mine
Oh my goodness, it's been soooo long... My writing is rusty and I have no social life to speak off. It's really sad. But never fear, for I come bearing gifts! Three more snapshots of the Rizzoli-Isles family, with cuteness galore.
And for those wondering about Joys of Motherhood, well, I've started writing 3 different fics, but the muse just can't find it in her to help me finish, so it might be a while. Even more so because I have to start writing my thesis... I need a vacation...
Enjoy! And remember comments are love!! And bribery for the muse...
Staring Contest
Maura walked into the kitchen, with the 1 year old Danny perched comfortably in her arms. She was lost in her thoughts of baby shampoo and British strawberries and didn’t notice the staring contest that was taking place at the dinner table.
The little boy in her arms yawned and she adjusted her grip, smiling down at her tired son. She grabbed a pen off the counter and scribbled on the shopping list stuck on the refrigerator door; she’d have to remind Jane that they needed to go to the grocery store soon. And speaking of the detective…
Jane stared at her one year old son, her lips forming a thin line. The boy stared right back, an equally stubborn expression on his chubby face.
The brunette held a spoon between them, small droplets of chicken soup falling back into the bowl resting on the table. Mike looked between the spoon and his mother and shook his head. He didn’t want to eat the soup and his mother was not going to make him.
“Michael Rizzoli-Isles. Do not give me that look. You will eat this soup and you will do so with a smile on your face.” The woman stated in her best no-nonsense tone.
That got Maura’s attention. She swiveled around to be met with the most intense stare down she’d so far witnessed between her lover and son.
“Don’ wanna ead soub.” The boy said, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head.
Jane’s frown only intensified and she leaned forward, staring her stubborn son right in the eye. “You. Will. Eat the soup. Or no cartoons for you before bed.”
The boy seemed to ponder the offered deal for a few seconds before shaking his head again.
Maura let out a light laugh that went unnoticed by the two equally stubborn brunettes sitting at the table. She left the kitchen, knowing that it would be a while before either relented on their position regarding the chicken soup.
Bath Time
Maura hummed quietly to herself, running a hand gently through Mike’s brown curls to wash away the remaining shampoo. A giggle had her turning her head to look at Danny, a smile curling her lips as she watched him play with five different sized and coloured rubber ducks.
“Momma, boad?” Michael asked, pointing over his brother’s shoulder to a small boat resting on the edge of the bathtub.
The blonde smiled, reaching for the toy. “Here you go. Now, try and not get water everywhere while I give your brother his bath.”
The boy grinned happily and dropped the boat in the water.
Maura busied herself with the other little boy, keeping an eye on his twin. Mike always had the tendency to start splashing water everywhere during his baths.
Not too long after, both boys were wrapped up in their small robes. Jane poked her head into the bathroom then and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, isn’t this nice? No water anywhere.” She commented with a grin, the boys perking up and dashing to her, hugging her legs.
“Ma!” They grinned excitedly and fought over who got the first hug. Jane just hoisted them both up and they latched onto her neck, giggling in delight.
“How is it that when you give them a bath they are always well-behaved?” The brunette directed at her lover.
The M.E. smiled, dropping the used towels in the hamper. “Because, Jane, I exude calm, while you have to always be doing something. You can’t sit still and combine that with the fact that they are your children, they immediately assume it’s ‘splash water all over the bathroom; momma can clean it later’ time.”
The detective laughed. Maura raised an eyebrow in amusement and left for the boys’ room, Jane following close behind.
Movie directing
Jane sat cross-legged on the living room floor, video camera in hand and a grin on her face.
“Is this really necessary?” Maura asked from the couch, an eyebrow raised at her lover’s excitement.
The detective stopped fiddling with the buttons for a second to give the other a woman a look. “Of course it is, Maura. Today will be the day when our sons will take their first steps and this needs to be documented. And besides, Ma would never believe me if it happened and there was no evidence to prove it.”
The two twins sitting on the fluffy carpet across from their blonde mother looked at the two women curiously, completely unaware of the importance of the situation.
Once everything was set, Jane propped the camera on a stool. She then joined her two sons, the boys grinning widely at her and clambering onto her lap.
“Now, who wants to go first?” The brunette asked. “How about you, Mike?” The boy just stared at her with a grin. “Danny?” the other boy merely looked at her with wide brow eyes.
Jane huffed exaggeratedly causing the boys to giggle.
“Well, how about I put you both on your feet and we’ll go from there.” She helped both boys to their feet and held them steady.
Maura smiled from the opposite couch and leaned forward.
The twins looked unsure, but Jane just gave them a gentle push. “Ok, guys. Momma is waiting for you! Go, go!”
The two boys stumbled away, but managed to remain on their feet and take a few hesitant steps before Danny lost his balance and grabbed his brother. They both ended up in a giggling heap on the floor.
Jane crawled over and looked down at her sons. “You were supposed to keep walking…” She grinned and started tickling them, the room soon filled with gurgles and laughter.
Maura smiled in amusement and then glanced to the camera that was still recording. “We shall name this ‘Jane’s attempt at movie directing, with non-collaborating actors’. I hope when you see this in a few years children, your mother’s directing abilities have improved… Or maybe the actors will be more cooperative.” She chuckled and then let out and undignified squeal when she was grabbed by and arm and pulled onto the floor by a smirking Jane.
“Stop mocking my movie directing abilities and help me get these little devils back on their feet. This will be done today! We are on a schedule and on a tight budget.” The detective proclaimed toward the camera.
Maura’s laughter was the last thing recorded, before a small battery sign flash red on the screen and the camera went out. Jane grumbled and Maura only laughed harder.
Author: storm_8
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Raiting: PG
Spoilers: None, really...
Disclaimers: Ha! Obviously I don't own any of these characters... Except I do own the twins! (They are so cute!)
A/N: Unbeated, so all mistakes are mine
Oh my goodness, it's been soooo long... My writing is rusty and I have no social life to speak off. It's really sad. But never fear, for I come bearing gifts! Three more snapshots of the Rizzoli-Isles family, with cuteness galore.
And for those wondering about Joys of Motherhood, well, I've started writing 3 different fics, but the muse just can't find it in her to help me finish, so it might be a while. Even more so because I have to start writing my thesis... I need a vacation...
Enjoy! And remember comments are love!! And bribery for the muse...
Staring Contest
Maura walked into the kitchen, with the 1 year old Danny perched comfortably in her arms. She was lost in her thoughts of baby shampoo and British strawberries and didn’t notice the staring contest that was taking place at the dinner table.
The little boy in her arms yawned and she adjusted her grip, smiling down at her tired son. She grabbed a pen off the counter and scribbled on the shopping list stuck on the refrigerator door; she’d have to remind Jane that they needed to go to the grocery store soon. And speaking of the detective…
Jane stared at her one year old son, her lips forming a thin line. The boy stared right back, an equally stubborn expression on his chubby face.
The brunette held a spoon between them, small droplets of chicken soup falling back into the bowl resting on the table. Mike looked between the spoon and his mother and shook his head. He didn’t want to eat the soup and his mother was not going to make him.
“Michael Rizzoli-Isles. Do not give me that look. You will eat this soup and you will do so with a smile on your face.” The woman stated in her best no-nonsense tone.
That got Maura’s attention. She swiveled around to be met with the most intense stare down she’d so far witnessed between her lover and son.
“Don’ wanna ead soub.” The boy said, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head.
Jane’s frown only intensified and she leaned forward, staring her stubborn son right in the eye. “You. Will. Eat the soup. Or no cartoons for you before bed.”
The boy seemed to ponder the offered deal for a few seconds before shaking his head again.
Maura let out a light laugh that went unnoticed by the two equally stubborn brunettes sitting at the table. She left the kitchen, knowing that it would be a while before either relented on their position regarding the chicken soup.
Bath Time
Maura hummed quietly to herself, running a hand gently through Mike’s brown curls to wash away the remaining shampoo. A giggle had her turning her head to look at Danny, a smile curling her lips as she watched him play with five different sized and coloured rubber ducks.
“Momma, boad?” Michael asked, pointing over his brother’s shoulder to a small boat resting on the edge of the bathtub.
The blonde smiled, reaching for the toy. “Here you go. Now, try and not get water everywhere while I give your brother his bath.”
The boy grinned happily and dropped the boat in the water.
Maura busied herself with the other little boy, keeping an eye on his twin. Mike always had the tendency to start splashing water everywhere during his baths.
Not too long after, both boys were wrapped up in their small robes. Jane poked her head into the bathroom then and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, isn’t this nice? No water anywhere.” She commented with a grin, the boys perking up and dashing to her, hugging her legs.
“Ma!” They grinned excitedly and fought over who got the first hug. Jane just hoisted them both up and they latched onto her neck, giggling in delight.
“How is it that when you give them a bath they are always well-behaved?” The brunette directed at her lover.
The M.E. smiled, dropping the used towels in the hamper. “Because, Jane, I exude calm, while you have to always be doing something. You can’t sit still and combine that with the fact that they are your children, they immediately assume it’s ‘splash water all over the bathroom; momma can clean it later’ time.”
The detective laughed. Maura raised an eyebrow in amusement and left for the boys’ room, Jane following close behind.
Movie directing
Jane sat cross-legged on the living room floor, video camera in hand and a grin on her face.
“Is this really necessary?” Maura asked from the couch, an eyebrow raised at her lover’s excitement.
The detective stopped fiddling with the buttons for a second to give the other a woman a look. “Of course it is, Maura. Today will be the day when our sons will take their first steps and this needs to be documented. And besides, Ma would never believe me if it happened and there was no evidence to prove it.”
The two twins sitting on the fluffy carpet across from their blonde mother looked at the two women curiously, completely unaware of the importance of the situation.
Once everything was set, Jane propped the camera on a stool. She then joined her two sons, the boys grinning widely at her and clambering onto her lap.
“Now, who wants to go first?” The brunette asked. “How about you, Mike?” The boy just stared at her with a grin. “Danny?” the other boy merely looked at her with wide brow eyes.
Jane huffed exaggeratedly causing the boys to giggle.
“Well, how about I put you both on your feet and we’ll go from there.” She helped both boys to their feet and held them steady.
Maura smiled from the opposite couch and leaned forward.
The twins looked unsure, but Jane just gave them a gentle push. “Ok, guys. Momma is waiting for you! Go, go!”
The two boys stumbled away, but managed to remain on their feet and take a few hesitant steps before Danny lost his balance and grabbed his brother. They both ended up in a giggling heap on the floor.
Jane crawled over and looked down at her sons. “You were supposed to keep walking…” She grinned and started tickling them, the room soon filled with gurgles and laughter.
Maura smiled in amusement and then glanced to the camera that was still recording. “We shall name this ‘Jane’s attempt at movie directing, with non-collaborating actors’. I hope when you see this in a few years children, your mother’s directing abilities have improved… Or maybe the actors will be more cooperative.” She chuckled and then let out and undignified squeal when she was grabbed by and arm and pulled onto the floor by a smirking Jane.
“Stop mocking my movie directing abilities and help me get these little devils back on their feet. This will be done today! We are on a schedule and on a tight budget.” The detective proclaimed toward the camera.
Maura’s laughter was the last thing recorded, before a small battery sign flash red on the screen and the camera went out. Jane grumbled and Maura only laughed harder.