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I drove over to Joe's and parked in front of the house. I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel, giving myself a mental pep talk. I got out and squared my shoulders. I could do this. It wouldn't be that hard right? Just tell him and it would all be over with. I walked up the steps and knocked. I heard Joe's voice say something and a female voice reply. Wait, female? Joe was here, with another woman. Just perfect! My shoulders slumped a little and my courage started to disappear.

Joe opened the door and sent me a winning smile. "Hey Cupcake, I wasn't expecting you."

Terry Gilman stepped out into view and sent me a smirk. "Yeah, I figured that." I said, gesturing to Terry. "Joe, we need to talk."

He frowned slightly. "Come on Cupcake, can't this wait?"

I rolled my eyes. "No."

Terry nodded. "I think it can wait."

I sneered in her direction. "No, Joe, this cannot wait. So, unless you want Terry to hear this, we might want to go somewhere else."

Joe shrugged. "Anything you can tell me, you can say in front of her."

I sighed and shrugged too. "Okay." I took a few more deep breaths. "Joe, I'm pregnant."

"What?" Joe and Terry yelled simultaneously.

"You're pregnant, Cupcake? For real?" I nodded. "This is great, Cupcake. We have to start planning a wedding. We'll need to get this over with fast before you're so big you can't fit into a gown. How long do you think until you'll start to show? We'll need enough time for my mother to send out invitations and get all the details handled."

Terry stood there glaring at me with all the hate she could muster. I glared back and then smiled sadly at Joe. "No, Morelli, we don't need to plan a wedding."

He stopped in mid-sentence and turned slowly to fully look at me. He shook his head in disbelief. "What? Of course we have to plan a wedding."

"No, we don't. We're not getting married."

He smiled at me. "Now Cupcake, I know you're not exactly thrilled about being a housewife but it will be fun. I promise."

I laughed. "Fun? That's rich, Joe. But that's not the reason." He looked at me puzzled and I sighed again. "The baby isn't yours, Joe."

He looked at me and I thought his head was going to start rotating on his neck. His eyes turned dark black and his fists curled into tight balls. "Manoso."

I nodded and started to speak but Terry cut in. "How could you do that to Joe, Stephanie? After all he's put up with you. You choose street trash, over Joe Morelli? Tsk. Tsk. You really need some class. Why don't you take your bastard child and leave?"

I whirled around to glare at her and I saw red. I launched at her and took us both to the ground, kicking and scratching. I slapped her hard across the face and Joe pulled me up by my waist. I shoved off him and stopped at the door. I searched the room for Bob and grabbed his leash. "Come on, Bob. We're going for a ride." He galloped across the room to me and wagged his tail happily. "Goodbye Joe."

I slammed the door for good measure and walked Bob to the car. I opened the backseat and he hopped in. I walked around the driver's side and rammed behind the wheel to head for home. We made it to my apartment and into the elevator. I opened my door and the faint smell of Ranger's shower gel hit my nose. I smiled to myself. Ranger. My blood pressure started to rise and I tried to calm my self down, getting excited and panic again wouldn't be good for my kid. My kid. My son or daughter. Ranger and my son or daughter. Holy cow! I put a hand on my still flat stomach. I could do this. I had to do this. All I had to do was call Ranger and have him come over here and just blurt it out. I flipped open my phone and punched his number.

"We're sorry but the number you have dialed has been disconnected." I frowned at my cell phone and tried again only to get the same message. I blew out a frustrated sigh and called Tank.

"Yo." He answered.

"Tank, I'm trying to call Ranger but it keeps telling me his number is disconnected."

There was a stretch of silence before tank spoke again. "Ranger called me thirty minutes ago and told me to disconnect his phone and get him a plane ticket to Miami. He said he was relocating and to give you the research job if Morelli would let you have it."

What Tank had said sunk in. "Relocating? Like permanently moving to Miami?"

"Yeah, Steph. He didn't tell you himself?"

"No. I haven't heard from him all day." I took a deep breath. "Tank, I really need your help. Can you come over?"

"Uh, Yeah. I'll be there in fifteen." He hung up.

I tossed my phone on my coffee table and went into my bathroom. I tossed the four tests in the trash with the boxes and washed my face. I went into my bedroom and changed into a pair of red shorts and a ribbed tank top. I went into the kitchen and opened my almost empty refrigerator, beer, olives, a few grapes and a pizza with mold on it. I shut the door and dropped the grapes in Rex's bowl. I set two bowls on the floor next to the counter and filled one with dog food I'd found in my cabinet and filled the other bowl with water. I flopped onto the couch and Bob settled at my feet. I flipped through the channels on the television and jumped when someone knocked on the door.

I yelled it was open and Tank stepped in to glare at me. "Why is your door unlocked?"

I shrugged. "No point in locking it. Everyone just comes in anyway, so what's the point?"

Tank shook his head and then fixed me with a serious stare. "What do you need help with?"

I fidgeted with the hem of my shorts for a few seconds. "I'm pregnant."

"Did you tell Morelli yet?" Tank sat down next to me on the couch.

I nodded. "So, when's the wedding?" He joked.

I laughed softly. "There is no wedding." He opened his mouth to speak but I held up my hand to stop him. "The baby isn't Morelli's. It's Ranger's."

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I boarded the plane and settled back into my first class seat. I unclipped my phone from my belt and dialed Tank. His phone went straight to voicemail and I flipped it shut, growling a curse. I re-clipped it and fastened my seatbelt. I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted my short nap.

I opened my eyes to find a petite brunette standing in the aisle, looking at me nervously.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was thick with a southern accent. "I think you're in my seat."

I blinked at her and she showed me her ticket. I unfastened my seatbelt and slid over to the window seat. She thanked me and sat down. I refastened my seatbelt and began to relax again. I heard the woman blow out a frustrated sigh and felt her throw down the belt.

She touched me lightly on the shoulder and my eyes snapped open. She shrunk back slightly and smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry again, but I can't get this belt to fasten. This is my first time on a plane; could you possibly help me with it?"

I nodded and clicked it shut for her. She laughed softly and shook her head. "Thank you. You made that look so easy and here I was struggling for at least five minutes."

She settled back into the seat and I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Her dark brown hair was layered with light brown highlights and framed her oval face. She had light blue eyes; her breasts had to have cost someone a lot of money and were far too big for her small frame.

She fidgeted and squirmed in her seat. "Do you think we'll take off soon? The more I sit here, the more nervous I get."

"Another five minutes." I answered, without turning to look at her she reminded me a lot of Stephanie. My Babe, who was now planning a wedding with Morelli, she couldn't sit still for longer than five minutes either. The plane started down the run way for take off and the woman grabbed my hand. She gripped it tightly until we were safely in the air and quickly released it when she realized what she was doing.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I just seem to be bothering you something awful." She laughed brightly. I fixed her with a blank stare and she turned to study me. "Army?"

I nodded once. "My late husband was in the Army. He was in Iraq on his second deployment when he was killed."

I sighed. I wasn't going to get any peace on this flight.

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Soooo…There's the 2nd chapter. The Joe part gave me a bit of trouble and Ranger on the plane. I hope I didn't make him to out of character. I apologize for any mistakes. I've never been on a plane so I just kinda made it up; hopefully it was kind of close. Reviews = Love = Quick Updates =More Chapters!