I decided to publish this chapter early because I didn't want to make the wait long between this chapter and the next. Chapter 16 will be posted on friday.

As always thank you to my wonderful Beta Heather (Txbabefan). I can honestly say she did try to keep me from going down this path with this fic but I was feeling a little evil. Hope you all can forgive me...

Chapter 15

High Angst

Two months later... November

Carlos POV:

"Babe." I grinned.

"What?" she asked, smiling.

I let my eyes roam over her. She laid on her stomach next to me, my shirt the only thing covering her. "We don't need another dog," I told her. She pouted.

"Why not? We already have Mag. It wouldn't be too much of a change if we had a second."

Speak of the devil. Mag jumped into the bed and wormed his way between us. Steph wrapped her arm around him and gave me a look. Mag set his head on my stomach giving me a puppy eye dog look. I rolled my eyes.

"Not right now. Maybe in a few years."

"Better than nothing Mag," she told him. He licked her cheek and jumped off the bed. She reached into her nightstand and threw him a treat.

"You two planned this," I said. She smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I chuckled and pulled her to me. She straddled me and I kissed her. My phone rang and I groaned. Steph rubbed herself against me, her lips on my neck. My hand found the phone on my nightstand, and I answered it as Steph sat up and threw the shirt across the room.

"What?" I growled.

"Hey, man. The contractor wants to see you."

"Can't it wait?" I asked, as Steph moved down my body. She pushed my legs open, licking the head of my cock. Her hands pressed my hips into the bed, holding them down.

"No, it can't," Tank said. "Man, I know it's your and Steph's day off, but this cant' wait."

Steph sat up with a pout. I groaned. "We'll be there in thirty minutes," I said. Steph stood and walked into the bathroom. I hung up and followed her into the shower. Stepping in, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her back against me.

"When we get back, we've got to take care of this issue," I said, pressing into her. She smiled.

"I plan on it," she said over her shoulder.

Thirty minutes later we were walking into the Rangeman Miami building. Currently, we employed twenty men, but the offices weren't done yet. They were being rushed, but we could only go so fast. It was very sleek and modern, fitting in with the Miami style, but not overly flashy.

The fifth through seventh floors were still under construction. Tank met us in the lobby and led us to the fifth floor. "What's going on?"

"Issues with the electrical on the fifth floor. The contractor is having problems getting some of the things we specified for the offices; there's been some problems with the piping. It's a whole list of shit," Tank said.

This was a hold-up we didn't need. Steph squeezed my hand. "It's going to be okay. There's always set-backs," she said. I nodded and kissed her temple.

"Let's go deal with this Babe," I said, leading her back to where the contractor was.

We made our way into the space that was supposed to be our connecting offices. Steph shook her head. "I still don't understand why I need this big of an office."

"Because you're my woman, and my partner."
"Carlos," she said.

I grinned and kissed her. "Your bought in Babe. Remember. You paid just as much as me and the guys getting this started. We all have offices this size."

"Mr. and Mrs. Manoso," the contractor said. Steph had given up correcting him months ago. He wouldn't listen when she said her name was Plum. He said that even though we weren't married on paper, we married in our hearts.

"What's the issue?"

"We're having issues problems getting the oak desk you ordered, along with the paneling, sound proofing, screens, and a few of the other specs."

I groaned. Steph rubbed her hand across my chest. "How soon will they be here?" she asked.

Mike sighed. "The problem with waiting for the desk is that they won't fit through the doorways. They need to go in before we finish the drywall."

"For now, leave the five exec offices unfinished until the desks are here," she said. "Finish everything else. Where are we putting the sound proofing?"

"We already have it installed in the apartments, gym, and conference rooms. The only places to finish are the offices up here, the utilities room, gun range, and the apartments on the six and seventh floor."

Steph nodded. "Do what you need to do. Get them rushed if you can. Do anything to get them delivered quicker. If not, work around it," I said. Steph squeezed me and smiled.

"Now about the electrical," Mike said.

Steph and I walked into the condo four hours after we left. I led her to the couch and pulled her down with me. She smiled wrapping hers arms around my neck. "What're you doing?" she asked against my lips, as she kissed me softly.

"I'm just laying with my woman. About to cuddle with her on the couch," I said. She smiled and kissed me again.

My hands found her hips before wrapping around the small of her back. Steph pressed her face into my neck, her lips skimming the skin. She sighed against my neck, and I closed my eyes.

I woke up to a warm wet tongue on my face, and it wasn't Steph's. No, she sat, straddling my waist. Mag stood on the couch next to me, licking my face.

"Mag!" I growled which just made him lick me more. Steph laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"Alright, I'm up," I said.

"We need to walk Mag and make dinner," she said leaning down and wiping the dog slobber from my face. "You want to come with us?"

"Always." I said. She smiled and kissed the tip of my nose, getting off of me. She pulled back on her boots and I followed her lead, kissing her before she hooked Mag's leash to his collar. We rode the elevator down and walked out of the lobby.

I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked. "My mother called me a few days ago," I said.

"Hmm?"

"She was wondering if we wanted to come up for Thanksgiving. They want to meet my mysterious girlfriend."

She smiled. "Yep, so mysterious." She rolled her eyes.

"I figured I'd let you think on it," I said. "We don't have to go."

"I don't want to keep you away from your family." She bit her lip. "I just don't know if they're going to like me."

"They're going to love you, Babe," I said. She smiled softly.

"What do I have to lose?" She asked. "We should go."

I smiled down at her. "I'll tell Mama."

"Ranger." A woman called. I turned to see Rachel and Jeanne Ellen Burrows walking towards us. Steph tightened her arm around me, Mag came to sit in front of her, staring at the women. Rachel looked like she was about five or six months pregnant.

Mag growled, Steph tightened her hand on the lead, bracing her arm to hold Mag. "Carlos," Jeanne purred.

"Ricardo, I'm pregnant. From our last little tryst. The one we had five months ago. The week of the Bar-B-Q." Rachel said. I felt Steph's arm tighten around me.

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