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The reception was in the room right off of the ballroom. It was just as big as the first and covered in flowers. We were pulled apart by our families before we could even step into the room.

"Way to go Stephanie." Grandma said.

"Uh, thanks, I guess."

"Here," my mother said, handing me a glass of champagne.

"Um…"

"Stephanie, take a sip."

"Well…"

"You're pregnant, aren't you? Why me? Why do my daughters do things backwards?"

"I'm the married one remember?"

That seemed to calm her down a little. She sighed and took away my glass. Grandma winked at me and Joe stepped up to hug me.

"Congratulations, Cupcake." He said.

"Thanks Joe, I'm glad you could make it."

"Me too. I'd want to witness the day the great Manoso tied himself down. But any man would for you."

My eyes welled up with tears. Joe turned to Sharon next to him. "This is Sharon, Sharon this is Stephanie."

"I'm so glad to meet you. Joe has said wonderful things about you." She said. Her curly brown hair was neat at her shoulders, make-up done softly so her brown eyes sparkled and was a few inches shorter than me.

"Anything he said, wasn't my fault." We all laughed. Joe put his arm around her. "What do you do?"

"I work at the Sanitation plant. But I'm ready to settle down."

I looked at Joe and he was beaming at her. She went to get some drinks and Joe and I were alone again. "She's perfect for you." I said.

"She really is. I couldn't have asked for a better one after you. You were perfect."

I blushed. I felt a tingle up my spine and arms weaving around my waist.

"Joe, thanks for coming."

"Sure, Ranger, anything for Stephanie." He looked darkly at Ranger. "Hurt her and you feel not only my wrath, but the wrath of the entire police department."

I felt Ranger nod. "If you'll excuse us, I'd like to spend a few minutes with my wife."

I smiled widely as he said wife. I never thought I'd be his wife.

Ranger dragged me to a very secluded corner and hugged me to him. "Hello Mrs. Manoso."

"Hi Mr. Manoso." He smirked at me. "How did you do it?"

"I flew everyone down here and booked the ballroom in advance."

"Wait, does that mean you have a Batjet?"

"Yeah…" He said slowly.

"Why didn't we take that? I mean, at least those bathrooms have to be more comfortable to have sex in."

"It was either that or Granny goes with all my men on a regular plane."

I thought about it. I wouldn't want the men anywhere near Grandma more than necessary. "You know, Val's going to turn out like Mom and I'm going to turn out like Grandma."

He kissed the spot behind my ear. "I hope so," he whispered, "because I'm going to need someone feisty in bed when we get to her age."

"So I can give you a heart attack?"

He chuckled in my ear. He laced our fingers together. "Having a good time, Babe?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am. Did I thank you yet?"

"Not properly." He said with a wolf grin.

"Later, Mr. Manoso."

"I'll hold you to that, Mrs. Manoso."

I shivered.

"You cold, Babe?"

"No, I just really like that."

"What?"

"You calling me Mrs. Manoso." I smiled at him.

"I love calling you that."

We were smiling as we walked back to the party.

It was a night to remember. We were all having a great time until the police shut us down. Grandma grabbed Lester's butt and he flinched into a couple of candles, which set curtains on fire, until she tried to douse it in alcohol and the fire spread to the other curtains. I looked at Ranger, who was flat out laughing. I told the Vegas police that it wasn't my fault and I swear a few rolled their eyes. Thankfully mom was smart enough to grab the cameras so we could have proof to show our children and grandchildren about this very special lady.

We decided to go to Barcelona, Spain because Ranger had been sent on a mission there once and always wanted to return. Hopefully, next time, we'll actually see Barcelona.

Three years later…

"I'm fat." I pouted at Ranger.

"You're not fat. You're pregnant and beautiful."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better since this is all your fault."

"Babe, we were actually trying this time. How is it my fault?!"

"Because you actually did it!"

Carlos sighed. I knew I was being unreasonable, but I was five months pregnant with our second child.

As it turns out, our first was a boy. Little Ricky has been a complete blessing and I am never doubting Ranger about baby sexes again. Except this time. He says it's another boy, but I know for a fact that it's a girl. I had the doctor run all the tests and we saw her for ourselves. I just don't have the heart to tell him.

"Daddy, potty. NOW." Ricky demanded, running into the bedroom of our Batcave.

"Shit." He said.

Finding the Batcave was easier than I had expected. Turns out, I was in the cave and didn't know it. No, it's not Haywood. It's his heart. I know, Carlos has gone completely soft…

Well, not all of him is completely soft.

See? Thinking like that is what got me in this state in the first place.

Anyway the Bathome is a little two story house in Point Pleasant. We decided that was far enough away from Grandma since she found a way up to the seventh floor and caught me on top of Carlos, shrieking. Oh yeah, we were having sex too. No one to this day knows how she did it and I swear I felt Carlitos shrink.

We knew it was the home for us after searching house after house. Actually we pretty much had to buy it on the spot because we almost christened it. Hey, I was pregnant and he was horny. Don't judge!

My mother is excited for the newest edition to the Manoso family. She keeps hinting that Ella isn't going to live forever and that I should learn how to cook. What she doesn't know is that the three of us (Ella, Carlos and I) sat down and interviewed her replacement. Ella was still young yet (thank God) so a replacement wouldn't be dire.

Carlos has really let me fly. I don't feel like a normal wife. After I had healed from Ricky's birth, I went back to bounty hunting and working for Rangeman. I don't think anyone else would understand the independence that I need and I'm lucky enough that he does. When we found out about the little one in me now, I immediately stopped and now work full time at Rangeman. I doubt if I'll go back after the birth of our daughter. Carlos and the kids will need me more and I don't want Ella to raise our kids.

Speaking of daughters, Joe and Sharon are also having a daughter. They just found out that it's a girl and are completely thrilled. They got married eleven months after Carlos and I and the four of us are pretty good friends. Carlos didn't like that at first, so when we came home from dinner at their house or when they left from ours, he would proceed to ruin me. Many, many times over. I guess that was his way of showing me how good it was right there. That or making sure I couldn't walk anywhere. Now, he's safe in the ability that I won't be leaving him. Don't misunderstand me, he wasn't jealous at all. He was making sure that he would never lose me again. Carlos is so self conscious about the flip flopping I used to do that we hardly fight.

And when we do, man, they were right. Make-up sex is the best! Think Vegas, only tenfold. I think that's what caused our daughter…

Every day, I thank God and Jeanne that I have my Carlos. Because if it wasn't for fate or her, I doubt I would be the happiest woman in the world.

I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I had writing it! Let me know about any loose ends! Thank you for reading!

Liz