I took a deep breath and then pulled open the Bond's Office Door.
'They won't be able to tell,' I told myself.
I, Stephanie Plum, am pregnant.
By whom? Well, not my on-again, off-again boyfriend, Joe Morelli. That only leaves one option. My mentor and two time lover, Ricardo Carlos Manoso AKA Ranger. He doesn't know and I'm kind of scared to tell him. Who wouldn't be?
I am about seven weeks along and I only found out last week when I went to my Gyno because I missed my period and was gaining weight. Currently, I'm only sporting a little bit of a baby bump which is hopefully covered by my all black ensemble.
I walked into the bonds office and immediately wanted to walk right back out. On the couch reading his files was the man himself.
He looked up and our eyes met. My breath caught. I hadn't seen him in little more than a month and yet he still had that effect on me.
"Babe," he smirked.
"Ranger." Yeah that's right two can play the one word game.
He got up from the couch and invaded my personal space. Behind him, I saw Connie and Lula fanning themselves. Huh, hadn't even noticed they were there. See what he does to me?
"Talk outside." He didn't ask. This was a command.
I just nodded. I don't think I was capable of speech.
He went outside and I followed him into what I privately thought of as "Our" alley.
He backed me up into the wall and put his hands on either side of my head and preceded to kiss all coherent thoughts from my mind.
His hands began making a journey south, stopping to pay homage to my breasts making me moan into his mouth. His hand continued on their trip until they were on my abdomen. He jerked back as if I had burned him.
I stared at him through my desire fogged mind. He pulled up my black shirt to expose my belly.
"What is this?" he demanded referring to my baby bump.
I pushed his hands away. "So I gained a few pounds. What you don't want me now?" 'There's no way he could know', I told myself.
"You know perfectly well that is not what I mean," he growled. "I know your body better than I know my own and that's not fat. You're pregnant." He whispered the last part.
I pulled down my shirt and crossed my arms staring at my feet.
"Does Morelli know?"
"It's not his," I mumbled to my feet.
"What?" he whispered.
"The baby is yours!" I practically yelled.
"Really?" He asked almost sound happy? I looked up and met his eyes. He wasn't wearing his usual blank face and his expression was happy and something else I didn't even want to hope for.
"You're happy?" I whispered. Scared to believe it.
"Yes. I have always dreamed of what it'd be like to watch you grow big with my child. Now I get the chance. Plus, I wasn't there for Julie but I will be there forever and always for this child."
My eyes filled with tears as his knelt down in front of me and started speaking in soft Spanish to my belly. I had no idea what he was saying but it didn't matter.
I was very close to crying when he kissed my baby bump before standing the pulling me to him. "We'll get through this, Babe. I promise you we'll get through this," he whispered into my hair.
Then I was against the wall and he was kissing me again.
Tell me what you think and if I should continue. I actually wrote this during my forensics class when I was supposed to be watching some badly acted video on the Camerena case. =]