I can pinpoint the exact moment my ovaries exploded.
It’s time for a reblog…
our sanctuary by fressamour
It’s an unspoken but a distinctly obvious rule between them; when they’ve had an argument and one is ready to forgive; the yoga room is where they meet.
It’s the first place Maura goes after their fight and she waits diligently for her wife to come to her. She hears her detective drunkenly fumbling around their home in search of her.
"Maura?" Jane calls out in the foyer.
The breath of relief that comes from her wife’s lungs is nearly earsplitting when Jane realizes her newly pregnant wife simply settled in their sanctuary.
The detective’s inebriated mind found the insecurities she had tucked away of Maura finally seeing her for the borderline alcoholic that she is and leaving her; an insecurity not even her sober mind could catalog.
By the look of tenderness glazing Maura’s eyes, it’s obvious she never even considered leaving.
But Jane gulps down the sight of her wife waiting for her as she always does whenever she drunkenly picks a futile argument.
She stays quiet in the doorway for a moment and their eyes meet briefly. An apology written all over Jane’s face and forgiveness etched on Maura’s.
Jane doesn’t say anything when she removes her shoes and joins her wife in Child’s Pose on the embedded yoga mats on the floor.
“I’m sorry…” The words slip out of Jane’s mouth groggily but sincere with repentance. “I was an asshole.” She flinches at her inability to eclipse her vulgar language when drunk.
A half an hour of silence bounces between them with excruciating slowness before Maura adjusts to a kneeling position. Jane mimics the maneuver eagerly. “I forgive you,” Maura finally says. “But only if you seek professional help for your pestilent drinking habits before the baby is born.”
Jane opens her mouth but is silenced.
Maura continues as she raises her index finger, quickly putting a hold on her wife’s protest. She’s not finished yet. "Our child will not have a drunk for a mother, Jane."
"And…" hazel eyes meet the vulnerable brown ones and both of their faces soften phenomenally at the tranquilizing effect they have on one another. "If you allow me to infuse science and stop insisting I rely on my intestines for our next five cases together.” She finishes only half-jokingly to ease the tension between them.
Jane lets out her bated breath with a small thankful laugh. “Deal.”
Take a hint Jane. Maura already answered your question.
IT GETS FUNNIER EVERY TIME I SEE IT
my blog is a total clusterfuck of fandoms, bad humor, text posts and personal shit i dont understand how people manage to tolerate it i applaud you
How to play sims
1. take 2 hours making character
3. Fuck every single person
Maura Isles: Bitch By Meredith Brooks