A/N loosely based off Pink's song Perfect. And I only own Ranger in my own mind, in real life he and Stephanie belong to the brilliant Janet Evanovich. Ana is a product of my own imagination.

Perfect

MarisaManoso

I walked into my seventh floor apartment after doing a distraction wearing one of my sluttier dresses and my highest FMP'S to find my best friend watching or rather screaming at my television "Buy a vowel!"

"Marylou, what are you doing?"

"Somehow if maybe I yell loud enough, the guy will hear me and buy the damn vowel!"

I sincerely hope that Marylou knows that the man on wheel of fortune cannot actually hear her, nor would he want to if he could. But I am not going to be the one to tell her.

"How was Ana?"

"Fine like always. She did miss her mommy and daddy though."

"Okay, thanks again Mare. I owe you one."

"Yes you do, but me and Lenny are planning on going out next weekend so you can repay us. And please for the love of god don't let my eight year old son catch you guys making out on the couch again. For a whole week he wanted to know what uncle Ric was doing to Auntie Stephie."

I had forgotten about that, but come on do you blame me? When you have a hot husband like I do you should be happy I can (sometimes) manage to keep my hands off him in public. And another thing you would think an eight year old would be asleep by 2:30 in the morning.

"Sorry about that by the way. But maybe next time you could actually come home on time and we won't have that problem."

"You got it Steph." Marylou said with a smile. "See you on Friday."

I walked Marylou out the door, shut it, and leaned against it with a sigh. Ranger had to check in with a couple things downstairs before he could come up. So I decided to check on Ana before I went to my room for the night. I looked in on my daughter and chuckled at the sight I saw. She sleeps like me, I thought, hair everywhere, one arm over her head, and one hand on her stomach. She is the perfect combination of Ranger and me. My eyes, his hair (thank god), my nose, and in the middle of our skin tones; she is absolutely beautiful.

As I look at her I think back to what my mom used to say to me, "You need to settle down." "You need a steady job." "You need to have kids, you aren't getting any younger." Well I have that now, I am married to a wonderful husband, have a steady job with rangeman, and a beautiful daughter. I am vowing to myself here and now that I will let my daughter be whatever she wants to be. I will let her fly. . I never want her to think she is anything less than perfect. She will always be perfect to me. Just as I was looking up at the letters over her bed that read "Ana Sophia" I felt two strong arms come around my waist. I turned my head so I could see my beautiful husband. Thinking to myself I thought, " What did I do to deserve this?"

"I was just thinking the same thing babe." "You know what else I was thinking?"

"What?"

"That we should get you out of that dress, but leave the shoes on."

That does it, my life is absolutely perfect!

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-Marisa