Okay, so this is the continuation of the story Married? Who's getting married? two-part story. This new story starts off about a week after Steph and Ranger are married. I'm not sure how long this story will be or where it will go but I'd love your feedback and ideas!

Honeymoon Over?

Stephanie Michelle Manoso.

No matter how many times I thought or said it out loud, giddy butterflies still erupted throughout my stomach. I have been married for seven days, eight hours, forty-four minuets and not a second went by that I regretted it. We were currently flying back home to Trenton, after having been in Hawaii for our honeymoon. It was last minuet, as was our rash wedding, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.

As were neared in towards Trenton, reality began to sneak up on me as I realized I had ran off to Hawaii with Ranger, telling no one where I was and what I had done. Of course I'm sure Lula and Tank spread the word, but then again I could be wrong—they were headed out towards Las Vegas for their honeymoon. I stiffened, becoming rigid at the thought of having to tell my mother of my sudden trip down the aisle. I can already hear it now:

Judith-May's daughter didn't marry a big dark man on a whim. She got to help her daughter plan her wedding. All other mothers get to help plan their daughter's wedding. Not mine—mine had to go off and marry the fist guy to erratically ask her.

I shivered in my seat at imaging my mother's nagging voice. Ranger must have sensed my distraught state, for his arm cascaded around me—pulling me into him.

"Babe?" he inquired, searching my eyes as I looked up at him; my chin resting against his chest.

I gave him a small smile, trying to ease my concerns from my conscious. "I love you," I mumbled up against his chest. I was hoping to get him off my trail—I didn't want him to know I was having small doubts about telling people about us—our secret marriage. I mean, we never did discuss how we were going to go about our relationship—I knew he lived a dangerous life, yet here I was by his side, choosing to live it with him.

But of course, Ranger didn't buy it. He knew I was trying to steer him off course and that just made him probe even more. I sighed and turned my head away. "Talk to me babe," he urged.

I bit my bottom lip, not able to stop the lie from leaving my lips. "It's the plane—I hate the landing part, I get sick?" I answered, making it sound like a question.

Ranger gave a small smirk and shook his head. "Liar," he whispered down to me, leaning in for a kiss. His lips latched onto mine and before I knew it, I was recreating my wedding night spent on the plane ride to Hawaii (the night I officially joined the Mile High Club).

I was feeling close to my peak when I heard a throat clearing in the distance.

"Ummm…excuse me?" I heard a small timid voice call. I turned to find the stewardess standing over me, eyes wide.

"Yes?" I inquired.

The flight attendant blinked, and then wiped a pool of drool from her chin. "Uh, well, were about to prepare for a landing and I'm going to have to ask you to return to your assigned seat and buckle your seatbelt."

She swiftly stalked off, leaving me to stare into the eyes of the surrounding flight passengers. All of them had their mouth agape, eyes wide with shock. I turned away from their spellbound gazes, finding I was face to face with Ranger. I looked down at my lap finding I had stratteled his hips—sitting in his lap. He had his hand under my shirt, groping my breast.

I gasped and Ranger snatched his hand back. I leaped off his lap and awkwardly made my way back into my seat. "Sorry," I announced to the group of passengers.

Whispers of disbelief and dismay could be heard throughout the cabin. I could feel the tension build up as I sat frozen in my seat.

"Hey, no need to apologize lady—that was hot," a guy from the crowd yelled. I forced myself not to look and confront the guy, feeling my face burn with embarrassment. I glanced over to Ranger, seeing a smug look set upon his face. Reflexively, my arm reached out and whacked him across the abdomen. He flinched and snatched my arm before I could pull away.

"Hey! Give that back," I demanded.

"You hit me," he said, pretending to sound offended.

"You deserved it," I declared.

He leered down at me, his eyes crinkling in mischief. "And why is that?" he questioned, his voice soft.

I narrowed my eyes into slits. "Because you practically had me at an orgasm," I whispered.

"Your point?"

"My point!" I yelled, yanking my arm back.

"Shhh, babe…"

"Don't you shush me! My point is that all these people would have been witnesses to a whole lotta' indecent exposure," I exclaimed, feeling myself get all worked up.

"Uh, babe?"

"What!" I whaled.

Ranger glanced around looking discomforted. "You seemed to have once again captured the attention of our fellow passengers."

I turned in my seat finding people hunched over in their seats, leaning in to get a better earshot.

"Mind your own business people!" I shouted, turning back around in my seat.

"Newlyweds!" I heard someone shout.

I took several deep breaths, calming my urge to inflict pain.

"Babe," Ranger said, reaching out to put his arm around me. I stopped him in the process.

"Don't you touch me!" I exclaimed. Ranger retracted his hands, holding them up in surrender.

He gave me a skeptical look; I gave a long sigh. "I don't want another repeat of what just went down—so you keep your hands to yourself buddy!" I said, pointing an accusing finger at him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "But were newlyweds," Ranger replied, as if that were an actual legit reasoning.

I gave him 'that' look. He turned away looking defeated—I inwardly cheered in victory.

When the plane landed Ranger led me through the crowd of people, weaving his way through as if he had a sixth sense in direction. His one hand carried our one big suite case while his other was intertwined with mine. I mindlessly followed behind him, grateful I didn't have to navigate my way out of this complex airport. Once we found our exit port to the outside world, a large black SUV was waiting alongside the road—Rangeman owned. Ranger opened the side door, helping me up into the vehicle. I gave him an impressed look. He smiled knowingly. Ranger spoke to the Rangeman driver, looking commanding as he fed him instructions. Nodding the driver took the luggage from Ranger's hand and loaded it into the trunk of the vehicle. Ranger rounded the car, and took a seat next to me in the passenger backseats.

Ranger's man took his place in the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. "Where to boss?" he inquired, looking to Ranger in the rearview mirror.

Ranger turned to look at me. "Hungry babe?"

I returned his gaze, eyeing him coyly. "For you? Always," I said smiling seductively.

Ranger smirked down at me, eyes dilating to obsidian. "Later," he whispered. He then dropped his gaze down towards my stomach, then pulled his gaze back up to mine. "Do we need to feed the beast?"

I gave it a moment, then as if on cue my stomach growled in response to the thought of food. Ranger gave a full fledged smile, leaned in to kiss my forehead then looked to the driver.

"Pino's," Ranger commanded. The driver gave a single nod, and then we were off.

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