Title: "Precious Girl"
Author: Alrielira
Spoilers: General spoilers
Disclaimer:The usual disclaimers: Come On Closer lyrics,artist name, images are copyrighted to their respectful owners. I borrowed them. I make no money from their creative work. Nor do I make any money from the use of JE's characters, settings etc.
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Summary: "Challenge: Use this song as inspiration: "Come on Closer" by Jem. Any length, due one month later ;) I got in early."Jem Come On Closer lyrics cross posted to live journal's babefic community.

I used the lyrics as inspiration, but I'm afraid I deviated from the original intention of the song ;) Still, I hope you enjoy it, it's my first foray into writing Plumverse fic. Though not my first fanfiction.
Alrielira

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Precious girl:

Just relax now
I'll take care of you

Her breathing was laboured but she still smiled faintly at the handsome Cuban man who held her hand gently within his own calloused grasp. He smiled in return, dark eyes softened in her presence alone.

"Wanna see the baby Ranger." She murmured quietly and he nodded, brushing back an errant curl off her face. She was tired-rather predictably and yet, as always, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. She was certainly the one he'd loved the most.

"Soon Babe, the baby will be here soon. They've just got to check her over. You did so well, I'm so proud of you Babe."

She flashed him a brilliant smile, despite how tired she was, and her eyes lit up joyously,

"Really think so?"

His nod was barely perceptible and yet, she knew he meant it, his features had shifted subtly and she recognized the change.

Keep your eyes on me
Your reaction
To my action
Is what I want to see

She patted the bed next to her, and he climbed up against her, wriggling up against his wife, on the small hospital bed. Their hands joined and they shared a secret smile, it's how Tank found them a short time later. Steph asleep, with Ranger watching over her, a faint smile lingering on his lips and in his eyes. He loved his wife. So dearly.

He turned, noticing the movement , his body relaxing when he noticed who it was. Slipping from the bed he moved over to Tank and offered him a faint smile.

"She's sleeping?" A nod. "You should sleep too man, it's been a long day."

Another nod, and even the usually stoic Tank couldn't help but smile as he went back to the waiting room to tell those who were gathered the news. Ranger slipped back into Steph's room to lay back down next to her and try to catch a few minutes rest before the family descended on them.

Go to sleep for ten
And anticipating
I will be waiting
For you to wake again

Stephanie died that night, in her husband's arms, a frail old woman, held by an aging Cuban man who loved her more dearly then his own life. Their newest grand child, held preciously in her namesake's arms.