All I Want For Christmas ...

Is A Virgin For A Daughter!

A/N: This story was originally posted under my joint penname Cheekychicas with AshleyNicole86. Due to multiple reasons the story was never finished.

I decided to fix that, along with a rewrite and edit.

Thanks to Ashley who helped create this idea many years ago. A big thank you goes to Jenrar, my fantastic beta.

I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful Christmas.

Chapter 1

Ranger's POV

I loved my daughter, but seeing her standing on my front porch with tears rolling down her cheeks on Christmas Eve struck terror to my heart. Julie was a Manoso...and Manoso only cried for three reasons: births, deaths, and unintended pregnancies.

No one in our family had given birth recently, and I knew that Rachel and Ron were most definitely alive. That left only option number three. Shit!

I'd seen Julie just four months ago on her sixteenth birthday. I would've bet my company that she hadn't been having sex. I'd even had the guys from the Miami office tailing her when I felt it necessary. What the hell had changed? Maybe I had this all wrong.

Sure, Julie was a Manoso, but she was also Rachel's daughter, and Rachel cried about everything. I looked into my sweet daughter's eyes and prayed that I was overreacting. "Julie, what's wrong? And how did you get here?"

I listened to my daughter utter the words no father is ever prepared to hear. "I'm pregnant."

About the same time, I heard my wife shout from the bathroom. "We're going to have another baby!"

I stood starring open-mouthed at my firstborn child for a few seconds until I felt a tug on my pants. I looked down to see my son, Ricky.

"Daddy. My new puppy pooped on the floor."

I patted him on the head absentmindedly while I tried to process all the information at once.

"Ricky, go tell your mama I need her, okay?"

Ricky ran off yelling for Steph as I stared at my daughter. The sound of "Jingle Bells" filled the air as a pack of carolers turned into our driveway.

Stephanie walked up behind me, gaping at our daughter. "Julie? What are you doing here, and why are you crying?" Without even breaking stride, Steph immediately started blaming me. "And Carlos, why is she standing outside in the cold? I swear... What did you do? Forget to tell me she was coming? I always heard that woman are supposed to be forgetful after having kids...but you are worse than I am."

I turned to gape at her just as the carolers walked up the steps.

"What did I do?" I couldn't help the rise of my voice. "I didn't do anything! I opened the damn door! That's what I did!"

Julie started sobbing as the carolers stopped singing and starred at us, slack-jawed. Shit! I'd just yelled at Steph!

"I'm sorry, M-Mom!" Julie stuttered in-between sobs. "P-Please don't be mad!"

I stepped out of the way and tried to help Steph bring our teenage daughter inside the house. As I turned to shut the door, I saw the carolers still standing there. "What the hell are you doing? Can't you tell that now is not a good time? Go away!"

A man standing in the front row of carolers threw down his book of songs and shouted, "That's it! I'm tired of this shit! All we are doing is trying to bring a little Christmas cheer and happiness to our neighbors, and the only thanks we get is being yelled at by people. What's your problem, asshole?"

I don't know what came over the man, but one second, I was standing on my porch, and the next, this little man was smashing his fist into my jaw. Instincts got the better of me, and before I could stop myself, I'd knocked the guy out cold.

The rest of the people took several steps back, while one of them called the police. Lovely! Just what I needed! I heard the blare of sirens moments later.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Carl and Big Dog's cruiser pulled into my drive. I was thankful to see two friendly faces, guys who just happened to love my wife and tolerated me. Maybe I could manage to not get dragged off to jail tonight. After getting Julie settled, Steph walked outside to see what all the new commotion was about.

Carl looked at her with a wide grin and asked. "Steph, what have you done now?"

"Me?" She gave him an incredulous look. "I didn't do anything! Yeesh!" She huffed, turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her.

Big Dog started talking to the carolers, getting their side of the events, while Carl moved over beside me. "You carrying, Manoso?"

I grinned before answering. "Have you ever seen me unarmed?"

He shook his head at me before continuing. "I'd remind you against carrying concealed, but I realize it'd fall on deaf ears. So tell me what happened."

I gave him a quick explanation about Julie showing up on our doorstep and the guy punching me, while trying to leave out the part about the pregnancy.

Big Dog had edged over to us, catching the last bit of the explanation I was giving Carl. "Jeez, no wonder you hit the annoying little twerp." He looked at Carl and then me. "I convinced him to not press charges, but he wants you to apologize to his carolers for yelling, and he said it would be a nice gesture to pay for their hot cocoa break."

"Charges?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Believe me, Manoso. I explained that you would be the one pressing charges. You'd save me a lot of paperwork if you'd just say sorry for yelling, and give them a twenty for cocoa."

I sighed, figuring it was the least I could do. I quickly turned, apologizing to the whole group while pulling a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet and handing it over. I turned and went back inside without another word, slamming the door behind me. Walking into the living room, I found Steph trying to console a hysterically crying Julie.

"Stop crying!" I ordered, not really expecting it to work. Julie took one more deep breath, hiccupped, and stopped crying. "You're sure you're pregnant?" I asked.

Stephanie took in a sharp breath and glared at me. Oh yeah, she hadn't heard that part.

"Not you, Babe! Julie."

Stephanie tried to hide the look of shock on her face.

Julie nodded, confirming that I had heard her correctly. "Mom said I was sc-sc-screwing up my life like she did. She said I ha-a-ad to get an abortion!"

I looked sharply at Stephanie, who seemed completely astounded by the whole conversation.

"Julie, your mom was just surprised. I'm sure she didn't mean any of that. Does she know you're here?" I asked. My voice was calm, and I was trying to keep my blank face firmly in place. Truth be told, I was barely keeping it together. My little girl was pregnant.

Julie shook her head vigorously. "Dad, you weren't there. You didn't see her. She said I wasn't to tell you anything about it."

My blood was beginning to boil. "I'm calling your mom." I took out my cell phone and dialed Rachel as I walked into the kitchen.

"Hello?" There was Christmas music in the background, and Rachel sounded much too happy for her to have no idea where our daughter was. The whole thing pissed me off.

"You told her not to tell me? You thought you could just tell her to have an abortion and everything would be okay? That's not okay, Rachel! She's my daughter! Just so you know, our daughter is here. She's staying here. Indefinitely! End of story. Have fun at your party." I slammed the phone shut and stalked back into the living room.

Turning to face my oldest child, I asked, "Who's the father, and why isn't he here?"

There was silence for a moment, and then Julie looked up at me sadly. "Jason James Smith. I'm sure you can look him up. He deployed to Iraq three weeks ago."

The heavy silence in the room got heavier. I could see Steph's eyes fill with even more sympathy for our daughter.

I sighed. "You're staying here. When are you...due?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"August fourth," she said.

I nodded and paced a little. Stopping dead in my tracks, I turned to look at my wife. "Holy shit. You're pregnant?" I asked suddenly. I'd heard the words, but I hadn't processed them until now. I was going to be a daddy again...and a grandfather...at the same time! Thirty-six-year-old men were not supposed to be grandfathers! Christ.

Stephanie nodded and smiled at me. "Yes, we're having a baby!"

I sighed and looked over at my daughter. "You'll finish the school year here. Have the baby, go back to school, and then to college. You'll work at RangeMan to earn money. We'll help you in any way we can, but this is your baby and you will raise it. Understood?" I asked.

Julie nodded.

Damn right. Don't mess with Ranger.

I felt something warm on my leg and looked down. The puppy was peeing on me.

Sigh.

A/N: Let me know what you think.