In celebration of the week of four (not five because one was moved) exams, I have posted a new chapter. It's win-win! Enjoy, review, enjoy again.

Not mine.

I woke up the next morning tangled with Ranger. It's a very nice way to wake up. I sighed and snuggled closer to my heater. Before I knew it, I was back asleep.

When I woke again, I blinked a couple of times before the scene before me registered.

"What the hell happened here?" I asked Ranger who was standing in the doorway, who was currently smirking.

"Jeanne was right." He said.

Huh? "Huh?" I repeated from my head.

"You are a little wildcat in bed. And with the hormones…" He trailed of as I could see his erection growing again.

Confused yet? Let me tell you what I woke up to. I was currently wrapped in the fitted sheet. The comforter, pillows (other than the one behind my head), top cover and standard hotel blanket were strewn across the floor along with every piece of clothing we had on (which my panties and his shirt were ripped). Also, the few lamps, chairs and any other movable piece of furniture was either on the floor, sitting in an awkward angle or turned completely over. Not to mention half the mattress was off the bed and the frame was slightly ajar from its original place of residence.

I blushed furiously. "This can't…all be me…can it?" I squeaked.

And then Ranger turned around.

Dear God.

He had scratches all down his back.

I didn't think it was possible, but I blushed even more.

"I'm not complaining." He said, looking at me mischievously.

I couldn't even think of something witty to say. I continued to gape. He smiled wider at me.

"Why don't you go take a shower and I'll clean up."

"Good. I don't want the maid to see this."

"Babe…" He sighed. He opened his mouth to say more, but quickly changed his mind.

An hour later, when I was feeling all squeaky clean, I emerged to see the room completely back together.

"You work fast." I said. He smiled and nodded to the food cart. I was immediately engulfed in amazing smells. I looked at the full cart, and then at Ranger.

"Jeez, buy the whole menu?" I joked.

"Just about."

"Ranger…"

"I didn't know what you'd be eating today. I was just being prepared." He wrapped his arms around me. "If you had wanted me to buy the whole menu, why didn't you say so?" Before I could answer, he kissed my cheek, pushed me to the chair and went to take a shower.

I managed a few bites of everything. Even the fruit. I shocked myself by eating most of it. Ranger was shocked too. He raised his eyebrows at me when he came into the room wearing a towel.

"It was good?" I said in way of an explanation.

"I wish I had a camera."

"Har, har, funny man." I said.

He sat down on the arm rest. I moaned at the scent of fresh Bulgari and Ranger.

"Babe." He said huskily. I couldn't believe I wanted more sex. But before we could start anything, there was a banging on the door.

"WHITE GIRL, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE. COME OUT HERE OR I'LL SHOOT THE SHIT OUTTA THE DOOR!"

Lula?

"Lula, baby, you got a key." That was Tank.

"I know, but I don't want to see her and Ranger doing the nasty."

"I just called, they're not."

Ranger and I sat there, looking at each other.

"We can hear you, you know." I said, jerking the door open.

"Oh, I knew that." She went into semi-rhino mode. "The rumor is that you're pregnant and running off to marry his sorry ass. I can't believe it's true."

"What? I'm…I'm… n…n…not pregnant." I stuttered. I leveled a glare at Ranger, who shook his vigorously head.

"You got strawberry stuck in your teeth. Enough said." She sighed. "Get dressed. We got things to do."

"Why?"

"You're gettin' married! Why else?"

She dragged me into the bedroom, stuffed me into some clothes, and dragged me back out. I managed to steal a kiss from Ranger as I staggered by.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her when we got to the car.

"Ranger called Tank, who called me."

"When?"

"On the plane ride. Hear you had some serious afterglow girl."

"What? How?"

"My cousin once removed on my mother's father's uncle's side was on the plane. She texted me. Told me some skinny white girl just got some great ass from a hot Cuban. Who else would it be?"

I blushed. Great, now my mother would be ironing until eternity.

Lula chauffeured me to a beautiful spa on the outskirts of Vegas. Ranger had set up the entire day for us to be pampered, massaged, and waxed to an inch of our lives. I had a feeling Tank was still paying for Lula because not enough money in the world would make Ranger pay for Lula's waxing of anything. Lula and I talked and giggled over gossip in the Burg, which was not about me. Apparently Connie and the Family were having some romantic problems. But I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy thinking about my wonderful man.

"Mrs. Manoso, you should really hold on to that wonderful husband of yours." A twenty something massage therapist told me. She was fanning herself with a stack of papers.

"I'm not…"

"She will, don't you worry." Lula cut me off. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised. "What? She looked like she was contemplating all the ways to eat your man! Besides, you will be soon. Get used to it."

She was right. In a few hours, I was going to be Mrs. Ricardo Carlos Manoso. Holy shit, I had butterflies. Good butterflies, not bad. It wasn't like Joe's pressuring to marry me kind of butterflies. This was Carlos was going to let me fly butterflies. Joe and I remained great friends after the last break-up, but there was always something different about the two relationships. Don't get me wrong, I love Joe, but I never saw any future with him. Maybe that's why I kept balking. It was definitely something to ponder.

When we had finished, Lula and I drove back to the hotel. Ranger wasn't in our room, but I could smell the scent of Bulgari that lingered. It calmed my nerves. When I went into the bedroom, I saw a note and a beautiful red rose on my pillow.

My dearest love, (who thought Ranger would be saying that?)

You are everything I had ever hoped for and more. I love you with my entire heart. I can't believe that you have said yes to be my wife and bear my already unborn son (*snort). I can't wait to see you come down the aisle in the beautiful white dress in the bathroom. Go ahead and look.

I ran to the bathroom to see the most stunning dress in my life. It was t-length dress with cutoff sleeves. The dress dipped low enough to show a hint of classy cleavage, since mine was growing by the day. There was a small beaded design on the front. The whole thing had to cost way too much. I looked back at the letter.

Nothing is too good for my future wife and mother of my children. Get used to it, Babe, I'm showering you with presents from now to eternity. If you'll still have me. I love you more than anyone will ever love. I'll be waiting at the end of the aisle in the black tux.

All my love, Carlos

I laughed at the black tux part. Like I would expect anything else.

At six o'clock, I was stuffed into my dress, make-up and hair done up minimally and was on my way. I was heading for the front of the hotel when Lula grabbed my arm.

"The car's that way!"

"No, we're making a detour first." She said.

Lula arrived before me and knocked on one of the big doors. They opened and there sat all of our friends and family.

We were planning to have a quick marriage in one of the chapels, but I guess he had different ideas. There were flowers everywhere and the place looked beautiful. I was brought out of my stupor when my father took my arm and asked if I was ready.

"You betcha." I said. We smiled and took the walk down the aisle.

Everyone who meant something was there. Val, Angie, Mary Alice and Albert, Mary Lou, Lenny and the kids, Joe who gave me a huge grin sitting next to his date Sharon, Connie, Lester, Bobby, Hal, Cal, and the rest of the guys were sitting in the back and the middle. I guess they couldn't pick a side. Best friend or boss? We'd become so close after the few months of trouble. My mother was crying her eyes out and Grandma gave me two thumbs up.

But I after I saw Ranger, the rest of the world melted away. He smiled and took my hand as my father gave it to him.

"You?" I mouthed. He nodded. I smiled at him, tears filling my eyes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, babe." He mouthed back.

"We're gathered here today to celebrate the union of this man with this woman…" The priest started. But as I gazed into his eyes, everything but him became background noise.