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lifeinpurplestars · 4 years

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Motherhood.

Teresa Lisbon Jane has been many things troughout her 40 years of life. Patrick Jane had witnessed most of those aspects in the 14 years he had spent by her side.

She was a cop, the most brilliant, honest, sefless and brave person he’s ever met.

She was a friend, the best friend you could ever dreamt of having. She was a protective and caring boss, who would throw herself to the woolfs in order to keep her team safe. She was a remarkable FBI agent, one of the best the FBI quarters had ever had as Abbot had mentioned the day of their wedding.

She was a sister, a sister who had to be a parent of three brothers at such a young age, she couldn’t enjoy her childhood nor her teenage years.

And now, almost 14 years after he had met her for the first time, he could relish the image of her being a mother holding their child.

And he decided it was the most beautiful scene he’s ever witnessed.

He had woken up early after three sleepless nights in a row, their first one in their home after coming back from the hospital. They both had fallen asleep almost inmediately, and it seems their daughter had managed to sleep the entire night without waking up more than two times.

He got up, the rays of the sun bathing their bedroom and he frowned noticing his wife was not sleeping next to him. Usually, he was the one waking her up with a good breakfast. For all the things he knew about her, the fact that Teresa wasn’t a morning person, was something he knew would have to endure forever.

But maybe he was mistaken.

Maybe she had managed to surprise him once more.

‘I may surprise you one day’, she had said in that italian restaurant a long time ago.

And, she hadn’t stop surprising him since that day.

He looked for her and he gasped at the sight welcoming him.

Teresa was sitting outside in their garden, close to the pond. She was sitting on the grass, on top of a blanket, holding their baby daughter in her arms, both of them glowing under the sunlight.

Her wavy dark hair surrounding them, he had never seen her hair so long, so shiny and soft. Her face irradiating happiness and serenity, looking vulnerable and stronger than ever. She looked as if she was singing something to their child, rocking her sotfly in her loving arms.

The image was so perfect he had to go back into the house to take the camera, he took the picture, smiling. He would put it next to the picture of young Teresa he found in her old house.

He smiled at her.

But then, something happened.

He saw three figures dressed in white dresses, on the other side of the pond.

Angela and Charlotte, smiling at his wife and their newly born daughter, both of them fascinated with the image. And they weren’t alone. They were standing next to a woman he’s only seen in one picture.

Elizabeth Lisbon.

The mother of his wife.

The resemblance was... awestrucking.

She was holding one of Charlote’s hand.

He sighed. Of course.

It was a Lisbon’s trait. To take care of the Jane family. It seemed it was true even in Heaven.

He couldn’t avoid shaking at the view. The three women looked at him with a smile. He nodded at Elizabeth first, who nodded at him with a soft smile, a smile inherited by Teresa for certain.

Then, Angie. His first love. She bowed at him with a smile bigger than life, she looked free and happy. Then, she looked at his wife and daughter.

‘God bless you’, she whispered although he managed to read it in her lips.

And the last one, Charlotte. His baby girl, his precious treasure. She looked at him and whispered.

‘I love you daddy.... Thank you for giving me a sister’

He bowed at them, tears falling from his eyes, and he watched them go away, the three of them holding hands.

Then, he turned his face to his wife who was looking at the point where the three women had been standing just a few seconds ago. She was smiling and clearly crying.

Then, they both turned so their eyes could meet.

He could swear he saw a heavenly glow around her and their child. And he knew they both would be forever protected by their precious angels on Heaven.

He went to Teresa, kneeling next to her.

She leant her head, kissing their baby’s head, and he breathed.

‘God, I love you. I love you. I love you’, he muttered and he was rewarded with her greatest smile. The baby in her arms started to wake up, extending her small arms towards him.

He caught her, cautiously, fascinated by her beauty.

Dark hair, greenish eyes, freckles. The living image of her mother.

He closed his eyes, smelling the arome of her.

And he thought.

Motherhood.

Such a power of nature.

A power which trascended all limits, all frontiers.

Then, a hand caressing his cheek brought him back to reality.

Teresa was caressing his cheek, smiling and looking more beautiful than he has ever seen her.

‘Good morning’, she whispered

‘And a good life’, he answered her, ‘ A heavenly life’

He forgot everything else in that moment. He focused on his wife, who was laying now in the blanket, enjoying the warm air of the spring, the sunligh iluminating her, making her look even younger. He focused on their baby, who was laughing at his face.

He focused on life, for he has been granted with the greatest treasures of life.

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