A/N: It's a Babe fic. All characters belong to Janet Evanovich and all mistakes are mine. BTW, I've only read up to book eleven, so sorry if anything is incorrect. Enjoy, and please review.

Ranger had always said that he didn't do relationships. He never elaborated or explained, but then, he was the kind of guy who kept his private life private. I do my best to respect that, but sometimes I wish he would let me in a bit more. I already know Ranger, but I don't know Carlos.

Ever since I met him there had been something between us, chemistry that we couldn't ignore. I always got my hopes up when he told me he loved me, but it always ended with 'in my own way' or 'we all love you'. 'We' being his Merry Men.

I tried to keep my distance from him, but he always had a way to find me. So when I didn't turn up at RangeMan and then didn't answer my phone, I knew it was only a matter of time before he stopped by my apartment to make sure I hadn't been kidnapped.

I sighed and left the bathroom. I got a grape out of the fridge and dropped it into Rex's cage. He scrambled out of his soup can, shoved the grape into his mouth and then scrambled back inside.

"What am I going to do?" I asked him. "Three tests don't lie."

I looked at the clock and dragged myself back into the bathroom to clean up. I ran a bit of gel through my hair, tied it back, applied mascara, eye liner, lip gloss and foundation and then went to get dressed. I debated whether or not to call Lula and tell her that I wouldn't be at the office today, but then decided against it as she'd be able to sense something was wrong and I'd blurt out everything. She would tell Connie and in twenty minutes everyone in the Burg would know.

"Hey, Babe."

I let out a small scream and turned around to see Ranger's dark eyes focused on me. He was leaning against the doorframe and was dressed in his usual black. Black cargo pants with a dozen pockets filled with who knows what, a black shirt painted on his biceps and a black jacket. He was half-smiling. He was either happy to see me or I was entertaining him again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to stall for time before I dropped the bomb.

I realised I probably should have called the cops in case he killed me, not that I thought he would, but I've learnt that it doesn't hurt to be careful. But then I would have had to face Morelli and after the fight we had a few months ago I didn't think that was a good idea. We were in the off again stage of our relationship.

"Just checking your okay. You weren't answering your phone."

I shrugged, avoiding his eyes. I kept trying to deny that I was in love with him and push the lust away, but every time I saw him the feelings resurfaced. But like I've said before, a woman would have to be dead not to be attracted to him. Or gay.

"I'm fine."

Ranger clearly didn't believe me. He took a step closer and put two fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. That was when I snapped and tears filled my eyes. A look of confusion flickered across his face before he wrapped his arms around me into him. I buried my face into his neck as a few tears escaped me.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" he asked, placing a soft kiss just below my ear.

I slowly shook my head and breathed in his sent. Bulgari, yum.

"You and Morelli have another fight?"

I shook my head again. "No, we broke up months ago. You know that."

We broke up months ago and Ranger had been there for me. Listening as I bitched and ranted about Morelli. I don't know how that escalated to sleeping together, but it did, and I was in this mess because of it.

"What would you do if I told you I was pregnant?"

He looked at me and there was something in his eyes I hadn't seen before, but a second later it was gone. He took a step back and looked at me. "You're…" he finally said. "Steph…shit!"

More tears rolled down my cheeks. He ran a hand through his hair and, instead of leaving like I thought he might, he pulled me into another hug and held me close, muttering something in Spanish to himself. I made a mental note to buy a dummies guide to Spanish.

"Are you sure?" he whispered after what seemed like hours.

"Three pregnancy tests don't lie, Ranger," I repeated what I said to Rex earlier.

"Who's the father?"

I had almost lost the ability to speak, but was able to get the word, "You," out.

He looked shocked for a moment before he put his had on my cheek and whipped the salty tears away. "Shhh."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"Babe, what are you sorry for? If anything it's my fault, I should have asked if you were on birth control."

Ranger tucked a stray curl behind my ear and kissed my forehead, send sparks through my body. The something in his eyes was back again and he looked like he was having trouble staying on his feet so I sat down on the bed and dragged him down with me.

"Are you keeping it?"

I had been debating that very question with myself for the past few hours. My mom would have a farm, let alone a cow, when she found out I was having a baby out of wedlock without even a boyfriend, but no way could I kill Ranger's child. "Do you want me to keep it?" I asked.

He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "Do you want to keep it? It's your body, Steph. I won't be mad if you choose to get rid of it."

This wasn't the reaction I had expected. Something about the way he was looking at me made me unable to turn away. His eyes were soft and I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me and never stop.

I licked my lips and said, "I'm against abortion."

He rested his forehead against mine. "Then we're keeping it," he smiled the two hundred watt smile.

I closed my eyes and felt his lips brush against mine. No tongue, just lips. A soft gentle kiss, which left me confused as to what it meant.

Then realisation hit me. I don't know the first thing about babies. I only know how to make them and how they come out. I don't know anything about looking after them and the thought of diaper changing and two AM feedings weren't all that appealing.

Luckily, even in his stunned state, Ranger's ESP was still working. "Don't worry, you'll make a great mom."

I smiled. Something about the way he said it made me believe him. Ranger always knew what to say.

I wrapped my arms around him. "You think?"

"I know," he pressed a kiss to my neck, making me warm in places that weren't usually warm. He looked at his watch. "Let's take the rest of the morning off," he said his voice deep. "Tank can take care of things for a few hours."

I didn't have time to answer as he had pulled me down on top of him and was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. His hand slipped under my shirt and he rubbed soothing circles on my soon to be fat stomach. "Anything you need in these next few months don't hesitate to ask for. I want to be there for you," he whispered into my hair.

What I wanted to ask for was his love, but I was able to stop myself from saying it in time. All coherent thoughts left my head as he moved his hand higher and I found myself wishing the moment would last forever.

"Stay with me," I whispered back and kissed him.