A/N: Sorry about formatting issues, I am on a tablet, and it is just not working out for me lol. I wanted to get this out for Father's Day weekend so it isn't as polished as I would have liked. Will edit at a later date from an actual computer ;) Thank you for your reviews and comments, keep them coming-you all blow me away!

Next chapter-wedding time!

Xoxo-Brit*

**All Characters belong to Janet Evanovich- all mistakes are mine. **

Previously:

"Steph, I think we need to call Carlos, you are seriously sick. Maybe he, and Bobby can come here, and get you some fluids, or something. You are looking really pale. I know you want to ignore it all, so you can get married tomorrow, but maybe we can get this straightened out tonight, and you can rest until walking down the isle. You need to take care of yourself. You may have the nasty stomach flu. Mikey had it last week, and it was going around his school, maybe during your conference you picked it up. Regardless, you need to be seen, I don't want you dehydrated."

Literally, calling Carlos, and ruining his last night of freedom was the last thing I wanted to do. I should have been listening to my body telling me I was exhausted the last little bit, but I figured it was the home-stretch, and I could push through. Obviously it isn't food poisoning considering the rest of the girls ate the same thing, and are passed out with the exception of Mary-Lou, and Val. Stupid stomach virus.

The whole time, Val sat on the other side of the bed chewing her lip, looking like she wanted to say something but didn't want me to have an absolute meltdown. She had better not have had the flu, and not told me. I will kill her.

I looked at her, and raised my eyebrow...

"Uhm. Steph, I'm not quite sure how to say this, but I really don't think you have the flu. You don't have a temperature, and you have been in serious bitch mode this week. I really really recognize the symptoms. Are you pregnant?"

SPOV:

Holy Shit.

I'm pretty sure I just stared in shock at Val for at least 5 minutes while my brain attempted to calculate an intricate mathematical formula of my last birth control shot to period ratio. Ugh, I knew the shot was a mistake- I only spotted a few times with it, and so now I have literally nothing to go by as far as if this could be really happening.

I'm not going to lie. Ever since our engagement night when we christened the new house, we have more than filled the quota for sex in a relationship to keep it happy. This is a serious possibility, and I'm not freaking out. Okay, pep talk over. I should probably say something, instead of having a full conversation in my head. I looked at Val, and shrugged my shoulders...

"Well... it's a good possibility. I'm not late for my shot, but I have felt like hell for the past week or so, and I have been a serious bitch. I was chalking it all up to the wedding, but now that you mention it, it is possible. Should I take a test now? I don't want to not tell Carlos if it's positive, I mean, shouldn't he find out like immediately?"

"Okay... here's what we do. Mary-Lou will go to the Wal-Greens at the end of the block, and pick up a few tests. We are far enough from the Burg, and given this time of night we should be okay, but if someone does see her- they won't think anything of it. Mary-Lou is living the Burg dream, and kids is a part of it. It wouldn't even be passed along as gossip. Is that okay with you, Lou?"

"Sounds good. Good thing I didn't down the wine like some people. At least everyone else is passed out, I'll go now so we can know for sure. "

I'm not exaggerating...(okay, maybe I am.) I swear, Mary-Lou was gone for like an hour. I paced the length of the bedroom about 4,000 times before she came in with 4 (!) bags. I must have given her a look, because she simply said;

"Multiple brands, and the Holy Shit! I'm pregnant with my first child care package. 2 cartons of Ben & Jerry's, tissues, and bubble bath. Trust me, I learned this the hard way. It's an overwhelming moment regardless of the outcome. Multiply that by 1000 because it is the night before your wedding. Just take the damn tests, and we will be out here waiting."

Didn't have to tell me twice.

In the end I took 8 tests, from 4 different brands. 5 minutes later I was greeted with an assortment of lines, smiley faces, and the bold-faced word that left tears streaming down my face...PREGNANT.

I grabbed the tissues, and opened the bathroom door to the girls. Not crying because I am sad, or upset... I think overwhelmed is the key emotion here. It's like some weird voo-doo week happened to me, and it culminated to this moment, and now we get married tomorrow. Talk about a roller coaster.

Life was smooth-sailing, I was learning to be a Mom, got the man of my dreams, planned my wedding with complete ease, and no problems, and then last week punched me in the face, and knocked me up. I mean down. Whatever.

Val, and Mary-Lou completely knew the answer before I even said anything. Apparently, after the initial observation, it clicked with all parties involved. Now, if we can keep this a secret tonight from the girls, and I can figure out what to do about Carlos.

Do I wake him in the middle of the night on his last night of freedom to come home, and find out he is going to be a Dad again, or wait... It feels tacky, and unfair to throw that out over the phone, and I'm having a hard time making myself wait. He is my partner already, he should be the first person to find out, and be there through it all. Regardless of my feelings of bothering him, it feels like the right thing to do.

The girls left me to sort out my thoughts with a hug, and a kiss on the head, and I sat in the middle of our enormous bed with a cup of ginger-ale in one hand, and my cell phone in the other. Alright, Steph. Let's do this.

RPOV:

I woke up out of a fitful sleep to the sound of the Bridal March. Wait... am I dreaming? What the hell? As I look down at my phone in a cloud of confusion, BABE is showing up on the Caller-ID. Clearly, Jules is flexing her hacking skills again. Is it bad that I'm proud she is that good?

I shook the cobwebs from my head, and answered the phone realizing that it is 2 a.m, and either I was getting a drunk-dial from my beautiful wife-to-be, or something has happened.

"Yo"

"Yo Yourself, Batman"

"Everything okay, Babe?"

"Umm... yes. no. maybe?"

That got me sitting straight up. What the hell does that mean?

"I think you're going to have to elaborate, Babe. Getting some mixed signals here."

"Have you been drinking?"

Okay... not exactly what I was anticipating.

"I had a bit of whiskey earlier, but didn't get drunk... what's going on, Babe? Do I need to come home?"

I got a moment of silence before a hesitant Stephanie came back on the line.

"Yes. I need you to come home if that is okay... You don't have to stay but we need to talk. Tonight. If it wasn't important, I wouldn't ask, but I really need to talk tonight."

A million thoughts rushed through my head. Is she having second thoughts? Has she been contacted by someone, and trying to give me a code? At this point, I felt like I was going to throw up, and my heart was like a rock in my chest. She wouldn't leave me a day before our wedding would she? I cleared my throat, and put my blank face down. I know she couldn't see it, but it helped me center myself, and prepare for heartbreak, I couldn't lose her again.

"Sure Babe... I can be there in 15 minutes, is that okay? Do you need anything on my way?"

She replied;

"No, I'm fine, I have my Ice Cream, and will be waiting on you. Just come on up to the bedroom, that is where I am."

I told her I loved her, and disconnected. Something is going on, and I'm anxious to get to the bottom of it.

SPOV

An ulcer - inducing 15 minutes later, the door to our bedroom opened, then softly closed. My gorgeous, blank - faced man of mystery was looking down at what had to be a perplexing sight. I was dead center on the bed with a down comforter wrapped around my shoulders, a mountain of tissues in the bed and two tubs of ice cream in front of me, with me actively gorging on one.

At that moment, him staring down at me seemingly upset, I realized that I just woke the man up in the middle of the night the night before our wedding telling him we need to talk, giving no other explanation, and him walking in on me looking like death.

God, I am such a selfish bitch! Why didn't I think to tell him it was fine, I have probably got his mind going in 50 different ways. Ugh stupid stupid bitch. Before I could stop it, my lip started quivering, and a whole new batch of sobs started. Jesus, get it together, Stephanie!

As soon as the sobs started, Carlos sat on the bed, and pulled me into his lap rocking me, and murmuring soothing Spanish in my ear.

After a few minutes of rocking, the tears stopped, and I felt a sense of calm finally wash over me. I took his hand in mine, and looked into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Carlos, baby... I'm sorry I was so abrupt on the phone, I didn't mean to frighten you. You know I have had a crazy week, and haven't been myself with everything going on. What I thought was a case of Bridal jitters ended tonight with me wretching in the toilet for 20 minutes. Val found me, cleaned me up, and scared the living Shit out of me. She told me she thought I was pregnant. At that moment it all clicked."

His expression had moved from guarded to what I can only hope is cautious optimism. I took another breath, and kept going.

"Mary-Lou went to the pharmacy, and got me some supplies, and I took multiple tests from multiple brands. I wanted you to know before anyone other than Val, and Mary-Lou who were here at the time. They were all positive... Carlos, we are having a baby!"

At that moment, his beautiful face glowed with pure joy. He put his hands on either side of my face, and gave me a tender kiss before touching his forehead to mine. It was then that I realized I was crying again, but wasn't alone. Tears were running unchecked down his perfect face, and we sat forehead to forehead soaking in the life changing moment for the longest time.

Finally, we wiped each others faces off, and he smiled a gorgeous, happy smile.

"Dios, Babe! I don't know what to say. I was so worried something was wrong, and now I find out it is the opposite. I never thought I would get the chance again to be the husband, and Father I want to be. Now, I have another shot with Julie, the rest of my life with you, and now we are expanding our family... I couldn't be more happy. Thank you for not waiting, Babe. This is the best wedding present I could have ever received. I'm just sorry you have been sick."

My heart fluttered, and I kissed him for all it was worth. We sat wrapped in each others arms for a while until I gave him a cheeky smile...

"Want to help me enjoy the bubble bath from Mary-Lou's care package before you sneak off into the night back to Rangeman?"

Instead of an answer, I was carried Bridal style (how appropriate) into the bathroom.

After a sweet, slow bubble bath/love making session, I was kissed, and tucked in by my handsome prince before he snuck out and headed back to Rangeman.

Finally relaxed, happy, and well loved, I drifted to sleep dreaming of a beautiful baby with light mocha skin, and bright blue eyes.

Life was changing, and I was finally happy to be me.