Disclaimer: I've noticed I forgot disclaimers so I'll be putting them in my writing more. I don't own any of Janet's characters and if I didn't I don't think I would share very often…
(Ranger's POV)
I walked slowly to her grave marker. An angel with its wings spread and it's face towards the ground over looking people. No, not just people, her people. Everyone she loved, every heart she touched. She was one of the most important people in my life and then just like that she was gone.
She would tell me about her childhood and how she wanted to fly. I would laugh and she would claim it to be true. I wonder if she's flying right now. I once asked who her hero was as a child and she told me it was wonder woman. Till the day she died, she wished she could be her.
I remember every time I called her 'babe' she would smile. There is only one other person I call babe. I felt the tears start to run down my face but I didn't wipe them away, I couldn't. I remember our last dinner together. I had, what she liked to call, twigs and bark. She had pasta. Like always she left one noodle and had dessert. I should have listen to her when she told me to eat something unhealthy for once.
Coming out of my memories, I knew she was there before she spoke. Some how I have always known.
"Ric?" she questioned softly. Ric, not Ranger. I smiled; I would have to get use to it.
"Come here, I would like you to meet someone." I held my hand out to her. Without a second thought, she took it. Her hand was warm against my cold one. I didn't even notice it was cold and cloudy out. I turned her towards the grave.
"Stephanie Plum I would like you to meet my mother. Mom, this is my babe." She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I looked back towards the grave.
"Mom, Stephanie has agreed to become my wife." And just like that the sky began to cry. I looked at Stephanie and notice her tears fell with the rain. At that moment we both knew my mother gave us her blessing, for the rain were her tears of joy.
"Babe, I've never known you to be speechless before." I said with a small smile.
"Ranger… Ric… I love you." She said with a sigh.
"I love you too, Stephanie." Then it hit me. I've always felt protective over Stephanie because she reminds me so much of my mother. I love her for who she is, not who she can become.
A/N: Okay this is just a little one-shot thing. I thought of it late last night so it's not very good. I'm not good at writing sad stuff but I guess in a way this wasn't sad. Anyways, for my other story I have the chapter about half done. Please review and thanks!