You Did What?

Disclaimer: They still aren't mine. Damn it. But, Ranger says he likes my stories better than the person who's supposed to write him.

A/N: A few things. You all blew me away with your reviews of I Do Who? Thank you all so much. A HUGE Thanks goes to Angie (amkp - check out her story Best Wishes) for not only betaing this chapter but typing the last half of it for me. I hurt my elbow and am supposed to be taking it easy with my arm. So she sat on the phone with me and I told her what to write and she typed. (Now that's true friendship.)

Now onto the madness of You Did What?

Chapter 1

"No!" What the hell was I saying, did I just tell Carlos no?

"No?' Carlos asked in an exasperated tone, "Why not?"

"Umm … Umm … I don't know," I squeaked. I was having a hard time figuring out why I said no myself.

"Babe, why is nothing ever easy with you?" He rolled his eyes.

"Easy? You just sprung a marriage on me! Out of the blue! How do you expect me to react?"

"I expected you to say yes, but like I just said, I should never assume anything where you're involved."

"And, what exactly do you mean by that?" I crossed my arms over my chest and glared. I don't know what he was expecting to happen tonight, but I guarantee you, this wasn't it.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair in frustration, before he started mumbling under his breath slipping from Spanish to English. "Dios ayuda me, ella esta loca (God help me, she's crazy) … should have listened to Tank."

"Did you just call me crazy?" I fumed.

"Shit, did I just say that out loud?"

I looked at him and nodded my head waiting for him to continue.

"I just want to do this, Babe. For once in my life, I just want to live and not think."

"But … but, you're Ranger. You always have a plan."

"Yeah, I always have a plan. And look where that's got me. Alone. Without you. I'm tired of it. I want you."

Did he just say that? Mentally fanning myself. Batman wants me. ME! I started to hyperventilate. Luckily there was a chair near the door and I slumped down into it.

Carlos looked at me with sad eyes, "Babe?"

I could tell he was backing off, "Just give me a minute to process this. I'm a little overwhelmed."

I'd I thought I married Bobby or Lester; turns out I'm not, thank God. Now, Batman wants to marry me. HOLY SHIT!!! Batman wants to marry me.

Carlos picked me up, sat down in the chair and pulled me onto his lap. "I think, I went about this the wrong way."

"Really?" I questioned while raising my eyebrows.

"Babe, I had a plan. When I came into the hotel room and saw you in bed with Lester and Bobby, that plan went out the window. It scared the shit out of me to think that I'd lost you to one of those clowns. Then I was mad at myself, for not being here, for giving them the opportunity to do that and most of all for not making you mine sooner." Carlos sighed heavily. "I've made mistakes, Steph."

"Mistakes? What mistakes?"

Silence fell between us. Long moments stretched by with neither of saying anything.

"Are you talking about 'that night'?" I had to know.

"Are you really going to make me do this?" Carlos grimaced.

"Yeah, I think I am." He's not getting off this easy, without any words or explanation.

"Of course, I regret that night." Carlos said quietly.

I immediately jumped off his lap and leaned down into his face. "You WHAT?! I shrieked. Now, I'm just getting pissed off.

Carlos thumped his head hard against the wall behind him, mumbling under his breath. "This is why I'm quiet. I'm not good at this shit."

He rose to stand in front of me, clasping our hands together. "I don't regret that night. I regret 'the deal'. I regret the next morning."

I nodded my head in acceptance. "What other mistakes?"

"Time, Babe. I've wasted too much time."

He was right. We'd wasted too much time. Nearly three years, we'd fought our attraction. But, is marriage the answer?

"So, if we got married, where would we live? The Batcave? What about kids? What your family? What about my family? What about this damn secretive government stuff? The in the wind times, what about those? What about work?" I asked. Shoot me, I'm curious.

Carlos shook his head, "Babe, why is it when I'm ready to DO something spontaneous, you want to plan?"

"Well … because I need to know!"

"Wherever you want. The Batcave is fine. A couple. You can meet them when we get home. They're going to love you. One dinner every two weeks is all I can handle. Classified. No more in the wind, I'm done. I think RangeMan would be best."

Damn, I guess he did have a plan or he was really good at winging it.

"Babe, I don't want us to take the time to overanalyze this."

Carlos dropped to one knee and pulled a large diamond solitaire from his pocket. He met my eyes, "Stephanie, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

I dropped my gaze to the floor, chewed my bottom lip, counted to ten, took a breath and finally looked up at him.

TBC …

A/N: Okay, now hit the review button and tell me … is she going to say yes? Is she going to say no?

I have all kinds of things planned for this story more humor in the next chapter, I promise. We all know what a review junkie I am so show me some love.