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Warnings: Adult Language, adult situations
Chapter 4: Sixteen Weeks Pregnant June 2014
Stephanie's POV
The last eight weeks have been a blur. When we got back from the dinner with Agent Whitman and Chief Malone, Joe was angry with me. He was annoyed with the way I spoke about Ranger. How, after all this time, does he not understand the special connection that Ranger and I have with each other and will always have. He wasn't very gentle when we made love that night, insisting on tieing my arms above my head. I first I was a little resistant, but it was good. He made sure I was satisfied before he was. Since that night, bondage is a regular part of our sex life, though I'm not enjoying it as much anymore. He's getting more selfish, not concerned with my satisfaction, only his. The sex is also getting a little rougher. I know it's only a matter of time before he tries butt stuff with me again. Doesn't he understand that I don't fully trust him anymore?
Also, he's been pushing me to be more of a Burg housewife. I had to adjust my hours at Rangeman so I can be home in time to cook a meal every night. Leftover sauce or lasagna is not good enough anymore. Ranger, of course, is supportive of whatever I need. I think he's relieved that I'm still working for him. I look forward to any time I can steal with Ranger one-on-one, which is limited. We both agreed after I told Ranger about our dinner, that we need to limit the amount of time we spend together alone, and never on seven again. I miss Ranger immensely, but I need to make this marriage work for the sake of my baby.
Today, I have an appointment with my ob/gyn at three. After the appointment, I'm heading home. Joe is supposed to meet me at the doctor's office. Tomorrow I have another half day at work. Tomorrow night is the TPD annual fundraiser. Joe and I will be going, along with half the police force. Ranger will also be there with a bunch of the Merry Men and their dates. I think he said that he got three tables. I finish putting everything away, getting ready to leave when I feel the air pressure change. Ranger.
"Leaving so early, Stephanie? Does the boss know you're skipping out?" He asks me flirtatiously.
"Well, Mr. Manoso, I told the boss I had my sixteen-week doctor's appointment. He approved me leaving early, for the payment of five dances tomorrow night."
"Five? I thought we agreed to ten." Ranger responded grinning. "Is Joe picking you up?"
"No, he's planning on meeting me there. Then, he has to go back to work. I'll head home and get dinner ready."
"What are you cooking tonight?"
"I'm making pot roast, with mashed potatoes, gravy, and carrots. It's the only vegetable Joe eats willingly."
"Then it's a good thing I only serve rabbit food here otherwise you would be eating nothing but garbage, which wouldn't be good for the baby."
"Yes, I get my full intake of bark and twigs here." I respond to Ranger.
"Please give me a call tonight, if you get a chance, to tell me how the appointment went. If not, come in a few minutes early tomorrow to give me the update in person. Make sure to tell Bobby if there's anything he needs to be aware of regarding your dietary needs or exercise requirements."
"Sir, yes sir." I answer sarcastically. Ranger grabs me around the waist and pulls me close to him.
"Don't sass me, Stephanie, unless you're ready to play with fire." I saw the desire in Ranger's eyes, and I knew that my eyes showed the same desire back. God, how I want this man, and only this man.
"I'll remember that in the future, Ranger." I reply. He releases me, and we both take a step back, the sexual tension is palpable between us. "I better get going so I'm not late."
"I'll walk you down to the garage. I have to go check out an installation anyway."
We enter the elevator, and it takes all my effort not to lean against Ranger. I long for his arms to be around me, to be sharing in this life growing inside me, but this baby isn't his. I think we are both on the same page, but, alas, we can do nothing about it. He walks me to my car, making sure I'm buckled in properly. "Be safe, Stephanie. I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow, Batman." He closes my door and steps away. I turn on the car and drive out of the garage to my doctor. I arrive at Dr. Mitchell's office ten minutes early. I sit in the waiting room, expecting Joe to show up any minute. Finally, it's time for me to go to the exam room.
"Mrs. Morelli, the doctor is ready for you." I take one more glance around the waiting room and door, realizing the Joe is not going to be joining me. I sigh, then get up to walk with the nurse. She takes my weight, takes a quick blood test to check my sugar and iron levels, then asks me for a urine sample. Now, I go into the exam room, where Dr. Mitchell will discuss my progress.
"Mrs. Morelli, it's great to see you. You are doing great. You are the poster woman for the perfect pregnancy. So far, you've only gained eight pounds. Your sugar and iron levels are right where they should be. There are no problems that I can foresee in your pregnancy. How are you feeling?"
"I'm great. I was a little tired during the first trimester, but now that I'm in my second, I have boundless energy. I'm a borderline insomniac. I try to sleep whenever I'm tired, but I wake up and can't get back to sleep. I've tried reading, watching TV, even doing crossword puzzles but nothing works."
"That's a normal occurrence for some woman. Just sleep whenever your body wants it. How is that working when you are at work, though? Most employers don't want their employees sleeping on the job."
"My boss is a very good friend of mine. He's okay with giving me whatever I need. He is the one who set up my exercise routine and makes sure I eat plenty of vegetables and healthy foods during the day. If I need a nap, he lets me sleep on the couch in his office. Being one of two female employees gives me latitude."
"That's great, Mrs. Morelli. If only more employers were like yours, women would have a much easier time being pregnant."
"You're right, Dr. Mitchell, I'm very fortunate."
"Well, Mrs. Morelli, keep up the good work. Continue your exercise regimen, drink plenty of water, and sleep when you can. I'd like to see you again in four weeks. At that time, we will do a sonogram. If we're lucky, we'll be able to determine the sex of your baby." Dr. Mitchell informs me.
"That's wonderful. Thank you, Dr. Mitchell. I'll see you in four weeks."
I went out to the receptionist to settle my co-pay and set up my next appointment. I was glad that everything was good with the baby, but I couldn't hide the disappointment that Joe wasn't here with me. I gathered my belongs, returning to my car. I arrived home at four, which gave me two hours to get dinner together. I started to get everything going, then went upstairs to take a shower. It was only during my private showers that I could find some release from my raging hormones, when I could use the shower massager to pretend that it was Carlos's lips kissing me, his hands touching me, and his wonderful, glorious, massive cock inside me. Joe wasn't bad, at nine inches most woman would be satisfied, but after having the full foot of Carlos, nothing measured up. He was right; he did ruin me for all other men. After my very satisfying shower, I went back downstairs to finish dinner. At five to six, I take the pot roast out, finish mashing the potatoes, and place the carrots in their serving dish. I have the table set, and dinner is ready. Now, for Joe to arrive.
Seven o'clock, and still no Joe. By now, Joe's lateness ruined the pot roast. I waited until six fifteen before I ate. Sue me; I'm pregnant and hungry. At seven thirty, I start to put the food away, leaving out a plate for Joe that he can nuke in the microwave whenever he arrives home. I've checked my cell phone about fifty times, worried that I missed a call or text from Joe telling me he'd be late. I've checked our answering machine for missed calls, but there are none.
I finish cleaning the kitchen, by scrubbing the table, the counter, the sink. I sweep and mop the floor. It's now ten, and Joe still isn't home. I'm beginning to worry that something happened to him when I hear his car pull into the driveway. I run to the front door, opening it up once I see that it is my husband. "Joe, are you okay? I was getting worried. I have a plate for you in the kitchen. I'll go heat it up while you get settled."
"Thanks, Cupcake. I'm sorry I didn't call, I was at a scene. Gang murder, not pretty." He gave me a chaste kiss then proceeded up to our bedroom. A few minutes later I went upstairs to grab the laundry and noticed lipstick on Joe's collar. The color is not a color I would ever wear. Who was he with when he was supposed to be with me? I decided to let it go, I mean, he can't be cheating on me. I mean, he wouldn't do that to me.
Joe joined me in the kitchen twenty minutes later. He ate the nuked dinner, complimenting my meal. He never asked about the doctor's appointment. I let it slide.
"So, Cupcake, what are you wearing tomorrow night to the ball? I hope you're wearing something conservative and appropriate of a Burg wife."
I sigh, I can't even dress the way I want to anymore. "I'll show you the dress. Do you want me to model it for you?"
"Yes."
I go up to our bedroom and take the dress out of the garment bag. It's a black cocktail dress with a high neckline and three-quarter sleeves. I don't know why Joe won't let me wear short-sleeved dresses. The back is fairly high so that I can wear a normal bra with the dress. There is an empire waist, so my small baby bump is hidden. The skirt ends at my knee, loose fitting but not flowing. I look nice in the dress, but not sexy. I feel like my mom or Valerie. I walk downstairs, showing him the dress.
"Perfect, Cupcake. I approve of that dress. Make sure to wear stockings." I turn around, heading back upstairs to hang up the dress again. I decided to surprise my husband and put on a black lacey nightie that shows off my breast and barely covers my ass. I pair it with a black lace thong. I keep my three-inch FMPs on and return downstairs.
"Cupcake, I want to see the end of this game. Why don't you wait upstairs for me? Oh, and do something about your hair. I thought you were going to get it straightened? Can you get it done soon? I want your hair straight tomorrow. If you need a salon appointment, I'll pay for it. Just make sure it looks ordered and not crazy like it is now. Go to bed. I'll be there when the game is over."
There, my husband is already rejecting me. Am I already that undesirable? Is he that disgusted by his pregnant wife? I return to our room and put on my normal pajamas, his TPD t-shirt and normal bikini cut panties. I add boxers for good measure. I crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep.
Joe wakes me up the next morning at five, so I can give him his morning blow job. God-forbid he should have to deal with morning wood on his own. Once finished, he tells me to go back to sleep while he gets ready for work. Once he leaves the house, I take a shower and get dressed. I call Mr. Alexander on my way to work, securing a one o'clock appointment for him to straighten my hair for the night, and schedule an appointment for next Saturday for the Brazilian hair straightening treatment.
I arrive at Rangeman five minutes before the morning meeting. As I walk past Ranger's office, he calls me inside.
"Good morning, Stephanie. How did everything go yesterday at the doctor's?" Ranger asks me.
"Everything went well. Dr. Mitchell wants me to continue with my exercise regimen. It seems your diet is good for the baby, so my meals here are off-setting my homemade meals. All in all, the pregnancy is progressing as it should be." I can't help wishing that the father was different.
"Did Joe make it to the appointment?"
"No, then he was four hours late coming home last night. I had a dish left for him, which he heated up and ate. Then, he made me model my dress for tonight. Thankfully, it meets his standards. I was ordered to have my hair straightened, and to have it done permanently, like a reverse perm. I tried to seduce him, but he told me he wanted to finish watching the game, then dismissed me like I was no one. It seems I'm only good for giving Joe blow jobs when he wants them, keeping the house clean, cooking him dinner, and carrying his child." I tell Ranger, holding in my tears.
Ranger's POV
I can't believe what Stephanie is telling me. How can Joe be treating her so badly so soon? I mean, they've only been married two months. It's still the honeymoon period. I can see my Babe's spirit getting broken by the asshole she's married to, one Joe Morelli. I want to go and break his neck, beat him to a bloody pulp, but instead, I take the opportunity to console my Babe.
"Steph, look at me. I don't know what's wrong with Joe, but I would never turn you away for a game if you tried to seduce me. Regarding your crazy, unruly, wild curls, they represent everything I love about you, your wild spirit, your love of life, your passion. I would never make you change them. I'm going to miss seeing them." I tell her as I move a stray curl behind her ear. "Steph, you know you have options. You don't have to stay with Joe if you are unhappy. I'm here for you, always."
"I know Ranger, but I am carrying his child. I need to make this work. I can't deal with another divorce. I'm getting used to it. It's not that bad."
"Steph, look in my eyes, please." I look into her eyes, seeing her pain. I can't help but get angry. "Steph, I'm sorry I left when I did. I'm sorry you miscarried our child, I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. I'm sorry I told you not to wait for me. You being with Morelli right now is all my fault. I'm sorry you have to live this life that you never wanted. Please forgive me."
"Ranger, why don't you call me Babe anymore?" Stephanie asked me, tears starting to fall.
It's hard for me to sit here, watching my Babe hurt when there is nothing I can do to stop the pain. "Stephanie, I don't call you Babe anymore because you belong to Morelli. I don't think he'd appreciate it if I called his wife by my special pet name, a name the means I love you, I want you, and you're mine, all rolled into one. I won't disrespect him like that, though he isn't doing much right by you to earn my respect. Know this, Stephanie, in my mind, in my head, in my heart, you will always be my "Babe." I will never call any other women Babe. That name is yours, and yours alone."
I reach out for my Babe and hold her in my arms against my chest. I long to have my arms around her, to hold her, to make love with her. I have to settle by offering her comfort when she seeks it out from me. That Monday, when she told me about our child, was one of the best days for me because I got to hold her in my arms. Stephanie fell asleep in my arms once again, and I was able to live in Denial Land for a few short, precious hours. I regret that Steph lost that baby. I'd give anything to have that child here with us now, but there's nothing I can do. I meant it when I told Stephanie I'm always here for her. Whenever she wants me, I'll be waiting. I joked that I would ruin Stephanie for all other men, but she has ruined me for all another woman. Since the first night together, the night of "the Deal," I haven't had sex with any other woman. Me, Ranger Manoso, player extraordinaire, can't get it up for anyone but this beautiful, blue-eyed, crazy curled brunette, this white girl from the Burg, Stephanie Plum.
After a few minutes, Stephanie regains her composure. "I'm sorry, Ranger, I didn't mean to ruin your shirt."
"It's okay; I have another in the closet. I'll change before the morning meeting. Please, Stephanie, don't keep secrets from me. Let me know if he ever hurts you. I promise I will keep you and your child safe."
"I know, Carlos. I'll see you at the meeting. I want to go freshen up before I face everyone else."
"Use my bathroom and join us when you're ready."
At noon, Stephanie knocked on my door once more. "Do you mind if I leave now? I have an appointment at one for my hair. I promise I'll make up the time next week."
"Don't worry about it. I'll see you tonight. Make sure to save at least one dance for me, Steph."
"I will, Batman. See you tonight."
My team from Rangeman and I arrived at the fundraising ball right on time. We liked to scope out our seats and all egresses before everyone else got there. I walked over to Senator Juniak to speak with him about an event we'll be covering for him next week. While we were talking, I saw Morelli and my Babe arrive. I took one look at Stephanie and immediately understood her unhappiness. That dress was not one that she would normally pick out, let alone wear, in public. Then, to top it off, her beautiful, sexy curls were gone. She is a beautiful woman, but everything that makes Stephanie Stephanie was gone. Joe walked over to the Senator and me, strutting like a peacock showing off his prize.
"Senator, it's good to see you again." Morelli states, ignoring me.
"Detective, I'm glad to see that you were able to make it here tonight. Frank was telling me that you've been working hard lately, missing family dinners and coming home late. I'm glad murder didn't get in the way tonight." He said while shaking Morelli's hand. He turns to his Goddaughter, "Stephanie, you look lovely tonight. What happened to your hair? Where are your curls, Pumpkin?"
"I had my hair straightened. It's such a hassle trying to get my hair to cooperate that I decided to give straight hair a try. Maybe I'll get to work ten minutes early instead of five." She says, looking at me. "Ranger, you look nice in something other than your Rangeman gear."
"Thanks, Stephanie, you look wonderful tonight, though I do miss your curls." I say, while looking only at her, this magnificent woman who should be standing next to me, not Morelli.
"Manoso, what's the matter, no date tonight. Couldn't find a woman to accompany you? I thought women were lining up to go out with you. Can't get it up?" Morelli taunts.
"No, I had plenty of women vying to be here with me tonight, but I decided to bring my daughter instead. Julie's here to visit me for a week, and I thought it in poor taste to go on a date with some random woman when my daughter was with me, so she's accompanying me."
At that moment, Julie comes rushing to my side. She saw Stephanie. "Stephanie! How are you! I'm so glad you're here. I want to thank you for your calls and e-mails right after the incident. Without your support, I don't know if I would have made it through the ordeal. Will you be able to sit with me for a little while? There's so much I want to tell you."
Here was my fourteen-year-old daughter, finding a way to bring Stephanie to us without Morelli so I could have time with the love of my life. Sometimes, Julie is too smart for her good.
"Jules, I'd love that. Let's see how the evening progresses. If we don't get a chance tonight, maybe we can have lunch together before you go home. I'm sure your father won't mind if I take an extended lunch to hang out with his daughter."
"I'll hold you to that, Stephanie." Julie answered.
"Senator Juniak, as you have undoubtedly gathered, this is my daughter, Julie Martine. She's fourteen going on thirty. She lives with her mother, my ex-wife, in Miami. She's here visiting with my family and me for a week."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, young Julie. You remind me a lot of my Goddaughter, Stephanie. You have that same spunk and fearlessness that she has."
"Senator, Stephanie is Wonder Woman. Without her, I don't know if I would have had the courage to stand up to Scrog and save my Papa. I knew that she was willing to risk her life for me, even though I never meet her before because she loves my Papa, even if only as a friend. I couldn't let her down."
I glance at Stephanie to see her looking from me to Julie. I see tears building. There's no way that Julie can know how true her statement is, for both Stephanie and I love each other. I look at Morelli's face and see the anger in his eyes. It makes me worry about Stephanie's safety. I need to get my daughter under control before Morelli snaps.
"Well, Julie, you are your father's daughter. You are brave, smart, and resourceful. You will be a force to reckon with when you are older. All men better watch out for you, I know I never want to be on your bad side, mi Cielito." Stephanie says to Julie. I don't know when she started to call Julie that Spanish name of endearment, but it's what I had always called her when it was only the two of us. It translates to my little sky or my little heaven. Julie has always been a little bit of heaven to me, even though we weren't close until the Scrog incident.
"Thank you, Estefanìa. You are like a big sister, and mom all rolled into one. I'm glad that you were the one to help Papa rescue me." She then turned to me, "Papa, when are we going to dance? You know Tio Lester is going to make me dance with him if you don't. I'd rather dance with you. Tio Lester tries to show off too much."
Stephanie, the Senator, and I laugh at her perfect description of Lester. We know that's what he'd be doing with my daughter. "Mi hija, in a few minutes. I promise."
"Estefanìa, ʖvas a bailar con tu jefe?" (Stephanie, will you dance with your boss?) I have no idea why she's suddenly called Stephanie by the Spanish version of her name, I only know Hector does that, but Steph doesn't seem to be surprised by it. And since when did Stephanie understand Spanish?
"Mi Cielito, tal vez, si él me deja." (My heaven, maybe, if he'll let me.) Stephanie responds. I, of course, understand everything that is said and know that last comment refers to Morelli. Morelli, on the other hand, is not happy the exchange changed from English to Spanish.
"Me aseguraré de que eso suceda. Déjamelo a mì." (I'll make sure that happens. Leave it up to me.) Julie responds.
"Julie, how many times have I told you it's not polite to speak in Spanish when not everyone can understand?"
"Oh, Papa, relax. We didn't say anything wrong. I just asked Stephanie if she was going to dance. You need to loosen up."
"I simply told her that I plan to dance. No harm, no foul." Stephanie responded. She looks around, seeing her parents and sister enter the room. "Joe, let's go say to my parents and sister. I see your mom and Grandma Bella are already at our table. Let's join them."
Joe seems happy to be able to take Stephanie away from me. Before they can leave, Senator Juniak says, "Stephanie, I want at least one dance with my favorite Goddaughter tonight. Joe, you'll let your beautiful wife dance with her Godfather, won't you?"
"Of course, Senator."
"You'll have that dance, Uncle Joe. I promise." Stephanie responded before they both left for their table.
"Julie, why don't you go back to our table. I'll be there momentarily. I have a few things to discuss with the Senator."
"Fine, Papa. Nice to meet you, Senator." Julie said before going to join my Merry Men.
"Your daughter is a beautiful, well-spoken spitfire." The Senator tells me.
"I know. Rachel, my ex, is having difficulty keeping the boys away. I may need to spend some time down in Miami to get rid of the riff-raff."
"Carlos, I've known you a long time, and I've known Stephanie even longer. My Goddaughter is not happy being married to Detective Morelli. He's forcing her to be what she never wanted to be, the Burg housewife. I know you both love each other. Don't try to argue; you can't hide it. I also know about her miscarriage. I happened to overhear her talking to Bobby at the scene of the incident. I was there, but she didn't know it. She was devastated. I know the only reason she's with Morelli is because of her baby, but she can't stay with him. I know he's cheating on her, with other cops mind you. I don't know why she picks men who can't be faithful to her; I guess it's because she has a big heart and is a little naïve. Ellen, her mother, doesn't help the situation. Please watch out for her. I know that Joe will do something that will force her hand and push her out of Denial Land. When she does, she'll need your support and love more than anything else. If she turns to you, please take care of her and any children she may have. I promise you; you will have my full support to take care of Morelli if the time comes. Frank agrees with me, so you have both of our support. Let Stephanie know how you feel whenever and however you can; she'll need your strength to help her survive."
"Senator, when I returned only to discover her engaged, I planned to do everything in my power to break that engagement. Morelli is not the man for her. But, once I found out about the baby, the one she's carrying now, I had to back off. I tell her every day I'm here for her, and she doesn't have to stay if she's not happy, but she insists that she needs to stay for the baby. I wish she never miscarried because she'd be mine right now and we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"I know that, Carlos, which is why I'm speaking to you now. Frank would be here having this conversation, but his wife won't let him near you. If you need his help, call me, and I'll arrange a meeting with the three of us. Ellen won't suspect anything if he's with me."
"Thank you, Senator. I'll do my best to honor Stephanie."
"Now, young man, when you see me dancing with my Goddaughter, make sure to cut in. I'll make sure the band plays some Latin music for you two lovebirds." Juniak orders.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be waiting." I reply.
About forty minutes after dinner, I see Senator Juniak go ask Stephanie to dance with him. My cue to get ready to cut in so I can dance with my Babe.
Stephanie's POV
I just finished eating the main course, filet mignon with roasted potatoes and asparagus. From working at Rangeman for the last year and a half, I have a new respect for vegetables, so unlike my parents, Joe, and his family, I ate my asparagus. It was so good that I even ate Joe's. I look up in time to see my Godfather, Uncle Joe, coming over to the table. This dinner has gone well for me, for a change. My mom is proud of me because I'm married, sixteen weeks closer to giving her another grandchild. It doesn't matter that I got pregnant before I got married, the fact that Joe and I are married before the baby is born makes it fine in my mother's eyes and the eyes fo the Burg. However, I'm glad for a few minutes of freedom, because between Angie, Grandma Bella, Valerie, my mother and Joe, I've had enough of the "why do you need to work" lecture. My dad tried to defend me, but he and I are way outnumbered.
"My darling Stephy, may I have this dance?" Uncle Joe asks me.
"Of course, Uncle Joe." He offers his hand, which I take as he helps me out of my seat. We walk to the dance floor, where they are playing some golden oldies from the fifties and sixties. Once we start dancing, Uncle Joe starts with the real reason for the dance.
"Stephy, are you happily married to Morelli? Is he making you truly happy?" Uncle Joe asks me.
I sigh. "No, I'm not. I'm miserable. The only bright spot of my day is going to work, being around my Merry Men. They understand me a way that no one in the Burg does. They understand my need to fly, to be independent. Joe doesn't understand that about me. He told me that once the baby is born, I can't work for at least the first year. I don't know what I'm going to do at home all day long with only the baby. I can't talk to my mother or Valerie, because to them, being a stay at home mom and housewife is the goal of every woman."
"Steph, you don't need to stay with Joe if you are this unhappy. Your father and I will support you, in whatever you choose to do. I know that you have feelings for Carlos, and he reciprocates those feelings. I know he will support you and your child if you choose to leave Joe." He pauses, before continuing, "I know about the miscarriage, Steph. I know that you and Carlos had made a life together, that you lost the baby through no fault of your own. You deserve Carlos."
"How do you know about that baby?"
"I overheard you and Bobby Brown talking at the scene. I happened upon the incident and stopped to see if you were okay. Once I heard what you were saying to Brown, I retreated, not wanting to interfere."
"Uncle Joe, that was the worst day of my life. I had hope that with that baby, Carlos and I would have our someday, our happily ever after. Then, we didn't hear from him for so long; I got scared that I would be alone forever. That's why I settled for Joe. If I weren't pregnant, I never would have married Joe once I found out Carlos was back home."
"Steph, you need to do what's going to make you happy, not your mother or the Burg. Having a child growing up in an unhappy household is more detrimental than growing up in a single parent household or with a step-parent. Please consider your mental and emotional well-being. You are not stuck in this marriage if you don't want to be in it anymore."
"Thank you, Uncle Joe. I'll keep what you said in mind, but for now, I need to try and make this marriage work."
"Okay, my Princess. Just make sure that you don't lose your wings."
The song ends, and "Despacito" starts to play. Before I can move to return to the table, Ranger is there, asking me to dance. I know I should say no, but I can't. Uncle Joe is pushing me towards Ranger. I can't help but think that they planned this.
Ranger takes my hand and spins me into him, grabbing me close to him, but not too close. During my time working for Ranger, especially before I started dating Joe, the Merry Men would take me out once a week dancing. We would often go to the Latin dance clubs where they taught me all the Latin dances, the rumba, salsa, cha-cha, tango, samba, and bachata. Lester had once told me that the bachata was Ranger's favorite dance, which is why he made sure to teach me the dance the way Ranger typically leads. Once Ranger has me in his arms, he asks. "Do you know the bachata, Steph?"
"Yes, Lester taught it to me."
"Well, Steph, we'll be dancing a little closer than Lester did with you." He starts to lead me, pulling me close to him, with our hips moving in sync, our legs between each other's legs, practically making love on the dance floor. I loved this dance with Lester, but with my Carlos, it was so much better, so much more. I can feel Carlos getting turned on; I know that I was turned on. I swear, I think I ruined my panties. We are looking into each other's eyes, holding each other and moving as one. We don't even realize that everyone in the room has stopped dancing and is watching us. The Merry Men have huge grins on their faces, and I can see that Julie is both embarrassed and ecstatic about our dancing. Our faces are inches from each other, with my need to kiss him becoming overwhelming. The song ends, with a round of applause from the room, which breaks our trance. I hug Carlos, thanking him for the dance, and he whispers in my ear, "Te quiero, querida, siempre y para siempre." Before I can return to my seat, Lester is taking my hand, leading me into a cha-cha. Then, Manny cuts in to dance the samba. Finally, Joe cuts in, taking me back to the table. I can't help the smile I have on my face. I had the best time dancing with my Merry Men. However, once I see the women at the table, I know that I'm in trouble.
"Stephanie Michelle Plum Morelli, what type of dancing was that? That was an embarrassment. No one should dance like that. You looked like a slut. How is that honoring your husband?" my mother chastised me.
"Come on, Stephanie, you give us Plum women a bad name." Valerie chimed in, agreeing with my mother.
Before anyone else could ridicule me anymore, my father came to my rescue. "Leave Stephanie alone. She did nothing wrong but have a good time, dancing with her friends. If Joe chooses to sit on his ass all night long and not dance with my Pumpkin, she deserves to be able to dance with men who want to dance with her." Then, my father gets up and leads me back to the dance floor. The DJ just started playing "My Girl" which is our song.
"Pumpkin, don't be afraid to leave Joe if you aren't happy. Sitting next to him tonight, I can tell you're not happy. Your smile doesn't reach your eyes, but when you were dancing with Ranger, you were truly happy. You deserve to be happy, Stephanie."
"Daddy, I am carrying Joe's baby. I'm stuck with him forever now. Mom will never talk to me again if I divorce Joe."
"Valerie got a divorce, had one child out of wedlock, and was pregnant with number two before getting married again to Albert, and your mother still talks to her."
"That's because Valerie is the proper Burg woman. Valerie can do no wrong. Mommy didn't tell Val to go back to Steve; Mommy didn't shut the door on Valerie's face like she did mine. Mommy doesn't love me the way she loves Val and never has. I'm the screw-up, the loser. It's all my fault that Joe isn't pleased with me."
"Pumpkin, that's not true. You are a wonderful woman. If Joe doesn't see you for who you are, then he doesn't deserve you. Please don't stay in an unhappy marriage to appease your mother."
"I don't have the strength to fight anymore. I don't want to be spoken about anymore, the center of the Burg grapevine. I can't stand it, and I refuse to give anyone any reason to talk about me anymore, though I guess with my dancing tonight, I'll be the hot topic this week."
"Stephanie,"
"Daddy, please, let it be. I made my bed; I have to lie in it." When the song ends, I excuse myself, so I can go to the bathroom, where I can cry in peace.
Joe's POV
I can't believe that way she's dancing with Manoso. I want to go up there a pull her away from him. As I make to get up, my father-in-law, Frank, tells me to sit down and let his Pumpkin have a good time. She's only dancing, he says. What she and Manoso are doing on the floor is more than dancing. They're dry humping. The way they are both looking at each other, you would think that they were each other's dinner. Now, to make matters worse, everyone in this damn hall is surrounding them and watching them. I do have to say; they do look like professional dancers. I didn't know Stephanie knew any of these dances. I wonder who taught her. I look at the Men in Black, with their shit-eating grins. I swear I want to punch every one of them. And Manoso's daughter is watching them, smiling as well. The song finishes, with a round of applause. Great, everyone is encouraging them. Stephanie hugs Ranger, then Lester pulls her to him for a dance. At least she dances more tastefully with him. Meanwhile, Ranger is dancing with his daughter. Now, that girl can move. I do have to say; Ranger does have a beautiful daughter. If only I were about fifteen years younger, I'd tap that ass. Manoso said she's 14. I'll wait four years; then I'll tap that ass. After Lester, she starts dancing with another Man in Black. Enough is enough. Once this song finishes, I'm going to reclaim my wife. I can see that Ellen and Valerie are disgusted by Stephanie's actions. Its good to have them in my corner. When we get home, Stephanie is going to have to explain her actions to me.
I go and get Stephanie off the dance floor before another Man in Black can grab her. I bring her back to the table. She has a huge smile on her face, but I see it disappear as we approach the table. Thank God from the minute we get back; Ellen starts in on her. Then, Valerie joins her mother. My mother and Grandma Bella are about to give their opinion, but, much to my surprise, Frank defends Stephanie then dances with her. What the fuck? I thought Frank was on my side? Wasn't he embarrassed by his daughter?
I don't know what Frank said to Stephanie, but she looked upset when the song was over. I bet he told her how he didn't like the way she was dancing. Good. If only I can convince her to quit working at Rangeman before the baby is born, everything will be perfect. I need her to be a housewife. Well, once this baby comes, she'll be what I need her to be. I'll make sure to keep her knocked up as much as possible. I want at least four kids, maybe five. With that many kids at home, she won't have any time to think about working outside the house. Perfect plan.
Before the dessert, the Mayor gets up to thank everyone for their generous support. Of course, he calls out the top donors to give them their fifteen seconds of fame.
"This year, we had four individual and one company who each donated over a quarter million dollars. Their donations will be used to buy new Kevlar vests and vehicles, and to update our computers. I'd like to thank the individuals first. Will Mr. Pierre Dupree, Lester Santos, Bobby Brown, and Carlos Manoso please come up on the stage to receive our gratitude." Mayor Porticello said.
I can't fucking believe it. Manoso, Santos, Tank, and Brown each donated a quarter million of their money to TPD? I didn't realize they had that much money. Great, now people are going to stop viewing them as thugs. The Mayor continued. "Also, as the partners in Rangeman Security, they have donated a half million dollars. Not only does their company help keep Trenton safe by providing the top of the line security for many businesses and residences, but they also assist in locating and apprehending those individuals who skip bail. Their company typically goes after those with mid to high-level bonds, the most dangerous offenders. Without their help and support, we would not be as safe as we are tonight."
I can tell the Stephanie is not surprised by their generosity. She is positively beaming at the words the Mayor is saying about those thugs. When it's time to applaud them, Stephanie stands up, starting everyone else in that honor. The rest of the table has no choice but to join Stephanie. She even has tears in her eyes. Once they leave the stage after the Mayor finishes his speech, she rushes over to their tables, thanking every Rangeman employee who is in attendance, leaving the four big shots for last. She hugs Brown and kisses him on the cheek, while he pulls on a stray hair. Next, she goes to kiss Tank, but he lifts her up into a hug. She tries to kiss Santos on the check, but he kisses her on the lips, then she playfully hits him on the arm. His action is something that she expected. Finally, Manoso is the only one left. They stop and look at each other, unsure of how to act. Stephanie takes a deep breath, then hugs Ranger, also kissing him on the cheek, then another even bigger hug. His arms are around her waist, in an embrace that is usually reserved for lovers, not for employee and employer. Damn it; he needs to go in the wind again, and soon. Now, she says goodbye to them and returns to our table.
"I'm proud of all of them for being generous. Now, you and all of your colleagues will go out to face the bad guys better prepared and protected."
"Yeah, well, it's easy to throw away money like that when you are stealing it." I respond.
Stephanie turns to me with daggers in her eyes. "How dare you accuse them of being anything but honorable. They have served our country, ensuring that our freedom remains intact and that we are safe from terrorists, and all you can do is constantly demean them. It seems as if you are jealous that they became Rangers and you couldn't become a SEAL. You need to get rid of this attitude you have about them because you couldn't be further from the truth."
I'm shocked at the way my Cupcake spoke to me in front of our families. How dare she talk to me that way and disrespect me. "Cupcake, I think it's time to go." I kiss the women in our families and shake Albert and Frank's hands before dragging Stephanie out the door.
Once we get home, I start with my wife. "Cupcake, how dare you disrespect me tonight, in front of our families, my colleagues, and our neighbors. I can't believe you danced like a hooker with Manoso, then belittled me. What the fuck were you thinking?"
"Joe, get over yourself. I only wanted to have a good time and dance. You never take me out; we never go anywhere. I only go to work, shopping, and home. I deserve to have a good time every once in a while. I know once this baby comes, I'll be locked in the house, so until that day, I'm going to enjoy the little bit of freedom I have. You even have the nerve to tell me what to wear. What right do you have to control me?"
"You are my wife. Therefore you are my property. You are an extension of me. How you act reflects upon me. I will not have you sully my reputation by acting like a whore. That is why we never go out anywhere because you are an embarrassment. I hate being with you in public."
"Then why did you date me, Joe? Why did you ask me to marry you? If you can't stand to be with me why are you keeping me?"
"You are here because you are the image I need. I need the image of the perfect Burg family so I can rise in the police force. Due to our marriage, I have a chance at joining the FBI or the NYPD. Now, stop the bull shit and start giving me the respect I deserve."
I walk over to her, throw her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry, and bring her to our bedroom. I take off her dress and underwear, before fucking my wife. I don't care that she's crying or that she isn't ready. After the way she behaved tonight, she doesn't deserve gentle and loving. Maybe she'll learn how to act appropriately.