Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own power rangers.
A/N: Apparently, Blake has a secret nickname; Black. Yeah, if you see Black, I meant Blake...
For Blake, life with Factory Blue was incredible. He loved traveling, racing and meeting new people. He had never thought he could find a life better than this; except when he came home to Blue Bay Harbor to find Tori frustrated and unhappy with her life.
The trip to Hawaii had been a desperate move, to take Tori's mind off her unhappiness, and maybe a place for Blake to fulfill one of his own dreams. Tori's discovery of custom surfboard making made her so happy that Blake found it easy to wait. He'd spend the off-season in Blue Bay Harbor, of course, he could ask her then.
Life, however, didn't give him a moment, between his riding, training and studying and her training, studying and planning, it was rare for them to have a single moment they could use for elaborate romance.
After an accident at the track landed him in the hospital, Blake knew that he couldn't put it off any longer. Not if he was going to follow the imperative order of fate. (Obviously, the idiot, gravel, mud, hay bale and Chevy said a lot more to Blake than to the average person.)
The Sentinel Knight stumped him for half a day by whisking Tori off hours before their dinner at a restaurant in LA so exclusive that even A-List celebrities had to go on the wait list. Instead of fancy food in a restaurant that was just outside his budget, Blake returned to Blue Bay Harbor. He took care of the shop, explained to surfers that she'd had an emergency while glaring at those who came to the shop expecting the hot blond chick and not her Asian boyfriend.
Tori's return heralded the start of plans for the shop's one year anniversary and Blake began his campaign to capture his beloved with a ring and a kiss.
It wasn't until the actual day of the anniversary that Blake found his moment. He waited until after the party before taking her down to the water and he placed her carefully in the water while he was in the dry sand. It was perfect.
Blake had never thought anything could top perfection, but when his daughter was born, he knew he was holding an angel. The little brother they adopted to balance the good Blake's parents had done was just the icing on the cake.
Blake turned thirty with a family, a good job teaching history at the local high school and firm in the knowledge that he had reached every goal he had set himself from Ninja Mastery, to champion motocross racer, to teacher, and the two titles that meant more to him than any other: Husband and Father. That he was a Ranger was only the icing on the cake.