This is a response to one of the challenges on Babe Squad. "YOUR FIRST CHOICE IS TO USE AT LEAST 7 OF THE FOLLOWING WORDS OR PHRASES IN A SHORT.

YOUR CHOICES ARE: BLUE, HOT, MUGGY, SUN SHINE, RAIN, BREAK IN, CONCESSION STAND, SODA, CHIPS, PICKLES, HOT SAUCE, CANDY, SEPTEMBER, FOOT BALL, TORN JEANS, JERSEY SHIRT."

I own nothing. sniff, sniff.

Ranger's POV

I just arrived at the park after going to an attempted break-in at a client's home. Luckily the top of the line system Rangeman installed kept the intruders out of the home and the only damage was a broken window in the living room. I had already let my wife know that I would meet her there to watch our son's first football game. We were both excited. I was glad the weather was holding out, there was sunshine; it was hot and muggy. The weatherman was predicting rain tonight. It was nice for middle of September. I was not dressed in my Rangeman uniform. I was wearing black jeans, blue polo shirt and running shoes. I had my shirt untucked to hide my gun at the small of my back and I had another in an ankle holster. I made sure I could protect my family at all times. I looked around and saw my wife standing at the concession stand with our daughter. Emily looked like Julie but she took after her mother when it came to finding trouble. I took in the appearance of mother and daughter. Both had their hair drawn into pony tails and were dressed almost identical. I watched my Babe buy two bottles of soda, a bottle of water, two bags of chips and two bags of candy. I'd never break her of her junk food addiction.

They walked over to me, both smiling. It was then I noticed the scratches on my little Babe's arms and the torn jeans she was wearing. She ran to me and I held my arms out and swung her in the air. She awarded me with a giggle. "Little Babe what happened?"

Her eyes filled with tears, she could be a drama queen when she thought it would benefit her. Her little lips trembled "Da…daddy" she hiccupped "that little Joey Morelli tried to get me into a garage to play choo choo."

My eyebrow rose and I looked at my Babe. I noticed her knuckles were red. She understood my silent question. She sighed; she could do the drama routine as well as her daughter. "Emmy got into a fight with Joey when he tried to drag her into the garage. She punched him, scratched him and shoved her knee into his family jewels. He began to cry and Joe ran over and started yelling at Emmy. He won't be able to play in the game today. This is probably good because Frankie would be all over him for hurting his sister."

That I did not doubt he was protective of Emmy like a big brother should be. "Babe, Joey Morelli is ten years old, Emmy is only six."

My beautiful wife began to giggle "That's what I said to Joe. He needed to cool his jets and it was his son's fault. He got all angry Italian male and called you a psycho and said we should teach Emmy to be a good little Burg girl instead of a thug like her father. So I sort of punched him and broke his nose. But I didn't get any blood on me."

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. My Babes took care of those Morelli boys. God I loved this woman and our little girl. I knew she'd always keep me on my toes. I pulled Steph into my side and only said "Let's go watch Frankie." Life couldn't get any better than this.