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As always thank you to my wonderful Beta Heather (Txbabefan) for helping me get this out here.

A/N: I'm publishing as I write it so if there's no regular posting schedule.

Chapter 12

Mama Bear

Smut, violence, fluff

Carlos POV:

It had been a week since we had placed the bugs at the Morelli's. We had nothing. Nothing at all. I was not impressed with the things I had to listen to this past week. Sounds no man should hear another man make.

There was a knock on my office door, and I grunted for them to enter. Steph walked in and smiled softly at me. "You're working your ass off," she said.

I grunted. She walked around the desk, pushing my chair back and settling into my lap. I felt most of the tension drain from my body. I nuzzled her neck and kissed her under the ear. My hand rested on her stomach, rubbing circles. It was still only slightly rounded but the thought that our child grew inside her gave me warm feelings.

"Tonight, we're taking some time off," she said threading, her fingers through my hair.

"Babe..."

"Carlos, your stressing is stressing me." She said let her nails rake over my scalp. I moved into her touch.

"Do you want to go see the house tonight?"

It was in the middle of construction and wouldn't be finished until after the baby was born. "Do you want to eat dinner before or after?"

"Before," she said. I nodded, picking her up. She grinned up at me and I carried her out of my office. Tank waved at us as we walked by.

We went upstairs and dinner was already waiting. I sent Steph a look and she grinned at me. "You had this all planned out," I accused.

She smiled again, sitting down. "The guys approached me today," she said as we started to eat.

"And?"

"They wanted to know if they could do the nursery," she said, with a raised eyebrow. "I wanted to talk to you before they came up here and started tearing shit up."

I grinned. "As long as Woody is supervising," I said. "He worked for his father's construction company when he was a kid."

She nodded but her brow furrowed. "I'm going to say that isn't the reason why he's called Woody."

I chuckled. "Woody gets a woody over just about anything."

She shook her head. "Ya'll are disgusting."

I laughed and took her hand, kissing the back of it her hand. Once dinner was finished, Steph slipped into her Cat boots and a light jacket; it was October, and it was getting cold at night. I led her to the Cayenne and buckled her in.

We drove in silence to the property. When we got there, we got out. The framework was already laid; and they were starting to wrap the house in Tyvek and put the roof on so that they could do the inside and the brick siding. Steph and I walked through the site. We stood under the master bedroom looking through the framing.

She smiled at me. "With how big this house is, how many kids do you plan on us having?"

"At least ten."

She smacked my chest with the back of her hand. "Seriously."

"At least three," I said wrapping my arms around her from behind, rubbing her stomach. "I want a little girl that looks like you."

She smiled up at me. "I'll do what I can." She smiled. I laughed.

I leaned down and kissed her. "We need to tell your family," she said.

"We can go to dinner tomorrow," I suggested.

"Or we can send out an announcement tonight and ignore our phones."

I grinned. "You're evil but Mama would drive up here and kill me."

"We'll call her and text everyone else."

"Let's call her now and she can spread the word," I said.

She nodded, pulling out her phone. My mother answered on the second ring.

"Hola, Mama," I said at the same time as Steph.

"Mija, Carlito, why are you calling this late at night? Is something wrong?"

"No, Mama," I said. "We have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I'm pregnant!" Steph grinned.

There was screaming on the other end of the phone, along with Spanish we couldn't make out. My father came on the line. "Is what your mother says, is true?"

"Yes, papa," I said, grinning.

"I'm going to have another grandchild!" He chuckled over the phone.

"I trust mama will spread the word."

"She's on the phone right now with your sister."

I chuckled. "We'll come to dinner tomorrow."

"Everything should be semi-calmed down by then." He chuckled.

"See you tomorrow," I said. He hung up and Steph shook her head.

"Let's get home."

Steph POV:

I woke up with Carlos snuggled into my back. One of his hands rested on my stomach, the other cupped my breast. His morning wood, pressing against my ass. I smiled softly, and rocked my hips back against his. His hand tightened around my breast.

His lips found my neck, raining down light kisses. His other hand roaming down to my leg, bringing it back over his. The head of his cock brushing against me. "Carlos," I moaned softly.

"Babe," he growled against my neck. His teeth nipped at my skin. His hand on my breast tweaked my nipple between his fingers.

He thrust into me, just the head. I moaned and pushed my hips back against his. Turning me onto my back, Carlos moved between my legs. Pressing his hips against mine but not entering me. His lips found my neck, moving down my chest. His mouth found one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, biting it. I arched into him, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him up.

"Carlos," I moaned softly. "Please."

"Who am I to deny my wife?" He growled in my ear, kissing under it. He thrust into me, causing me to arch up, digging my nails into his scalp, pulling his hair. He claimed my lips again, as his hips settled into a rhythm, slow and hard thrust, grinding against my clit with each thrust.

My hips moved to meet his, legs wrapping around his waist, trying to make him move faster. My hands clutched as his shoulders, digging my nails in. I dragged them over his back, no doubt leaving red, angry marks. He growled, his hips speeding up, his hand finding my clit.

His teeth nipped at my ear. I was almost there. I needed just a little more and Carlos sensed it. His mouth found my neck again. "Come for me, Babe," he growled against my neck. His teeth sunk into my neck, setting me off.

Carlos came, too, rocking in and out of me, prolonging my orgasm and making sure I took all of it. Carlos's face was buried in my neck, and he tried to no squish me. He rolled us, keeping me against him. His hand was softly stroking up and down my back softly. I was almost soothed back to sleep when his phone rang.

He grabbed it from the nightstand and kissed my forehead. "Talk."

He went from being relaxed and content, to angry and tense. I felt the change in his muscles, the tension in his hand. I looked up at him. He hung up and looked down at me.

"We've got to get up," he said.

"What's wrong?"

"We got a lead on Morelli," he ground out.

"Carlos..."

"Let's get downstairs. I don't want to have to tell you. I'd rather you listen to the audio."

I frowned but got up, going into the bathroom. We got into the shower this time just helping wash each other. We got dressed quickly and made our way downstairs. We went into my office, since it had more seating.

"Play it," Carlos said. He sat in my chair and pulled me down into his lap. Morelli's voice drifted through the speakers.

"Hank, its Joe. What's going on at Rangeman?"

"Same old shit," Hank answered.

"Look, this is dragging out too long. The chief and Captain are working on getting me out of house arrest. I need to know what is going on in Rangeman so we can move forward."

"You still haven't told me what you're planning," Hank grumbled.

"I'm going to get Stephanie back and make her mine."

"What are you going to do about Ranger?"

"What do you think? I can't leave him alive. If I do, he'll just come after me. I need to kill him."

Hank scoffed. "Good luck."

"Shut the hell up!"

"What're you going to do about the kid she's carrying?"

"Ranger's brat?" Morelli scoffed. "It's got to die. Cupcake will never leave him if she's carrying his kid. She'll have to think it was an accident that she lost the baby, otherwise she'll be upset. If push comes to shove, I'll wait for it to be born and take care of it then."

There was a pause on Hank's end. "Your business, as long as I get paid," Hank said.

"That's right," Morelli grinned. "The first step is getting rid of Ranger."

"Set up another one of Stephanie's accidents and he'll come running out of the building."

"Does she still work outside of the building?" Morelli asked.

"Client relations," Hank said. "But her partner is a real hard ass. He's Indian, he's quick, fast, and carries a tomahawk on his belt. There's no telling what other weapons he carries. and Ranger trusts him."

Morelli snorted. "That dude. I can take him down, not an issue. What makes you hate him so much?"

"Fucker doesn't fight fair."

"I'll come up with a plan, but I need to know their comings and goings."

"Yeah, whatever man."

"Get me the info."

"Yeah." Hank said.

Everyone in the office was stewing. Carlos held me tight against him, one hand rubbing my belly, trying to calm himself.

"I'm going to kill him," I said, catching the men by surprise.

A/N: I credit this chapter name to Heather also after the comment she made after reading this.