Everyone familiar belongs to Janet.

"I want to get moving on this so I can get back to my wife, but I wanna hold 'Princess Perfect' before we head out," Kane told us, but was looking at Tank. "If I'm gonna have one of those soon, I need to get in some practice."

"Ummm ..." Steph said.

"What? You don't trust me?"

"With my life, definitely. With Olive ...?" She let the sentence trail off.

"I'm choosing to not be offended by that, since I know Ranger wouldn't have married someone who wouldn't protect his kid."

"Olivia's my baby, too. I'm the one who grew her and gave birth to her, you know. So I'm the one who wants her protected the most ... which is why I married him and live here, so she can be surrounded and loved by guys as great as her daddy and Tank."

"Did I just step on a nerve?"

"Yes," I told him. "And you'd better get your ass quickly off it, because her knee can make sure your child remains an only one."

"Damn ... you traded one dangerous life for another one."

"The rewards of this one far outweigh any danger," I said, feeling Steph's eyes on me.

"Do you have to put up with them making eyes at each other every day?" Kane asked Tank.

"Yeah, but we got Olive out of the deal," he said against my daughter's temple, "so I shut my mouth and deal ... something you should learn to do."

"If I get the girl, I'll behave."

Tank either wanted to sigh or knock him out, but he chose the high road. He kissed Olive's cheek before allowing Kane the joy of holding her. Tank protested more than Olivia did at the Uncle-change, but she did size this newest one up. Her brown eyes stared into his and she stopped gumming her finger until she'd made up her mind whether to smile or cry. Her impossibly tiny finger came out of her mouth and she grinned as she reached for the cross Kane's grandmother had given him after she'd heard he'd enlisted. It's been somewhere on his body for as long as I've known him, and once his child is old enough to fully understand the gift ... I know it will be passed down to him or her.

My daughter gripped the simple onyx and silver symbol, and with sounds that closely resembled a deliberate 'Ma Ma', she held it out as far as his neck would allow to show her Mama what she'd found. Steph and I both went still while our baby was unaware of anything except her new toy. The tiny Queen of Rangeman has given 'Uncle Kane' her seal of approval ... we're good to go.