They're not mine, I'm not making any money.

Because Ranger and the Merry Men needed to put in their two cents…meanwhile in the Bronco…

We'd been on the road for half an hour and so far the drive had passed in silence. All of us were in our 'zones', as Steph calls them, probably thinking about the Hell this mission was going to be. It's gonna be one of the worst we've ever done, but we had to accept. We'd been trying to get out of the dangerous, international stuff for a few years now, regretting the contracts we'd signed when we were young and foolish that effectively signed our souls over to the Devil.

Upon discharge from the Rangers, we were approached by a man known only as 'the Director' who offered us a place as an elite team in his program. We would lead civilian lives, but could be on call at any time for a mission. It didn't take us long to realize the missions were dangerous and the blackest of black ops…and there was no way we could be involved in them and have 'civilian' lives. My marriage was a testament of that. We were called away at a moments notice, were gone until the job was done, and racked up more enemies than we would have thought possible. No way we could drag friends or families into these lives.

Over the last two years, the jobs had been slowing down, becoming fewer and shorter as younger, more naive teams came onto the scene. We'd begun to hope they were letting us go. And they had…we just had to do one more job.

"I'd forgotten what that was like," said Tank, interrupting the silence.

"What do ya mean?" asked Lester, speaking up for the rest of us.

"Having someone to see us off. Who isn't nagging us to quit, just cares that we come back in the same condition we left."

"Yeah," agreed Bobby.

"Did you tell her about the job?" Lester asked me.

"No, I didn't want her to worry more than she's gonna."

"One thing's for sure, she didn't want to see you go," said Bobby.

"Yeah, and how are things with her and the cop?" asked Tank. "She nearly bit my head off the other day when I said something about him being 'the daddy'."

"They're over," I stated.

"Think it'll take this time?" asked Lester.

"It will for her."

"You sound pretty sure about that, man," said Tank.

"Morelli met someone else. Steph doesn't cheat and since they're getting married…and having a baby…," I said, leaving the thought unfinished.

"So you're saying Morelli cheated on Steph, got her pregnant, knocked up the other woman, and now is marrying the second woman," clarified Tank.

"Yep."

"And the asshole's arrogant enough to think Bomber's faking being pregnant to get him back," said Bobby, suddenly seeing the light.

"The bastard," muttered Lester. "You sure we can't make a little side trip and put a bullet in his knee cap, maybe break a few ribs?"

"Don't tempt me," I said, knowing it wouldn't take much persuasion to convince me to do something like that. "Steph, doesn't want him hurt."

"Pity," muttered Tank.

"So, if they're through, what are you going to do now?" asked Bobby.

And that is the million dollar question. I've known these guys since we were a bunch of kids in basic and we've been together through a lot, so they know me better than most. They know I care for my Babe and they also know that I haven't been able to do much about it between Morelli and our government job. Now we have one more mission and she's done with Morelli…

"I'm not sure," I finally replied. "I was trying to give her some space after the thing with Morelli, then she moves in with me. I thought maybe this was my chance. She wasn't with Morelli and we had just gotten the call from the Director offering us an out."

"Then she realizes she's pregnant," interjected Tank.

"Yeah, and I was terrified she was gonna end up back with Morelli. I felt like a total asshole for hoping he'd abandon her, then it hit me, I want to be with her. I want her, and the baby, in my life."

"So, what are you so confused about?" asked Bobby.

"I don't know what to do. Steph's gotta be confused and hurt by Morelli rejecting her baby, she already loves the little thing. You should hear her talking to it," I said smiling. "Anyway, I don't know if she wants more than someone to lean on. And if she wants a relationship, will she want it with me? I've told her my lifestyle doesn't lend itself to relationships and I'm not family material…," realizing what I was saying, I snapped my mouth shut. God, the woman had me babbling, I'm in serious trouble.

"The mighty Ranger Manoso, unsure about a woman, I never thought I'd see the day," laughed Tank. "I mean, your Mom and sisters always said you'd meet your match. I never believed it, but damn, it looks like the Bombshell's gone and done it."

"Thanks, man," I said dryly, glad someone found humor in this.

"Anytime," he said slapping me on the shoulder.

"Seems like things could get really interesting," said Bobby smiling.

"Yeah, this is gonna be fun," agreed Lester.

I just drifted back into my zone, this time thinking about my Babe and wondering if she'd give me another shot…

A/N: Thanks to everyone who's been reading. Hope you liked it…tell me what you think!