Hey guys! I tried to write from Connie's POV but desiced that it would be better at this stage to let Stephanie continue, but not to worry; Connie will be telling her story soon!

Anyways, thanks for the reviews and kind words, they make me smile!

Not mine (surprice!)

Stephanie's POV

My x-rays told us that I had indeed a hairline fracture in my ankle and after Bobby put a cast on it and my cuts were properly cleaned I was put down on the bed next to Connie. The curtains were still closed and I could hear the irritating beep of the heart rate monitor. I leaned back and watched Bobby work. It was quite fascinating actually, he moved with such a grace all over the room carrying files and equipment. Lester had gone to fetch my son and I was waiting patiently, staring at the door.

And then the door opened. Lester walked in, talking softly to the baby in his arms. My heart stopped and my arms reached out to him, like it was the last life line, the last rope that held me from falling over the edge and falling to my death. As soon as my skin touched his I felt myself smile wider than I had never before.

"Oh God, mommy's missed you so much Angelito!" I exclaimed and placed a kiss on his forehead and nose as he giggled and reached for my cheeks. I could feel the happy tears run down my face and I laughed. At this moment I didn't care about anything else than the feeling of him in my arms.

Bobby brought me a crib a while later when I was looking at my sleeping son in my arms. I thanked him and watched him smile at me and explain that he needed to go check things out and that his sister would be here if something happened. I had met his sister before and I had only positive feelings about her. She was nice and I liked her. She was as kind and warm as Bobby was and we had clicked instantly.

About an hour later she came in and helped me to put angelito in his crib so that I could rest. I missed the feeling of him in my arms but felt the need to sleep. Turning to my right side I could look at him when he slept in his bed beside me. I felt the constant beeping lull me back to sleep.

I was jerked awake by a nightmare. I sat quickly up in my bed, almost ripping out the IV. My breathing was heavy as I could still feel the hands on me and rubbed my arms trying to get rid of the feeling. The infirmary was calm and quiet, the monitors making the exception. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning and I couldn't go back to sleep. I rested my head on the pillow, lifting the bed so that I could sit easily. I glanced to my side and my heart skipped a beat at my son's cuteness. He slept with his butt in the air, a thumb in his mouth making sucking noises. I smiled at him and felt my being relax and for once I felt fine after the accident.

I let my eyes roam around the room. It was totally quiet on the floor, a small beam of light came from underneath Bobby's offices door. I knew that Bobby's sister Cindy would be in there reading as she usually did during the night. She would come out and keep me company but I didn't want to disturb her as I was perfectly happy in being here alone with my angelito. The city was dark outside the windows as everybody was resting for the next hectic day. All the perfect 'Burg wives would lay awake thinking about recepies they were doing the next day, the men thinking about how they would get away with their daily visit in the no-tell-motel by route 1.

As I sighed and turned away from the windows I saw a single red rose on my bedside table. Underneath the rose was a paper and I picked it up and opened it. The scent of the letter lingered and I couldn't quite figure out where I knew it from. It smelled… sexy? Pushing it away I focused on the words written on the paper.

Hi.

I don't really know what I'm supposed to write but I felt this overpowering urge to tell you how I feel and since you don't want to see me yet I thought this was the next best thing. I haven't written a letter since I was a kid and it's because of that this feel so weird. But back to the business, I love you. I really do and I mean it this time. No exceptions. If you want a ring, I'll give it to you. I've been so stupid before. I love you so much I thought it was impossible, you are the air I breathe and the soul I was missing even though I didn't know it before now. You and our son are the only reasons for me to wake up in the mornings and you make my day lighter and happier.

Even though we haven't been together a long time I feel this is the thing. I love you and I hope you love me too but if you don't I'm going to accept it. You are my life, and I want to give you everything I have. All my possessions and my soul and heart even though you have had them since day one. Remember the first time we saw each other? You were just a little girl and I was a scary thug and still you trusted me. I'm still perplexed about that, every time I met new persons they would flinch away or be scared. You weren't.

I know I can't tell you everything about my work but I want to share the things I can with you. For the first time in my life I want to tell you about my day and I want to hear about yours. I want to grow old with you and I want to give you everything you want, even the moon from the sky.

I'm going to stop rambling now. You know where to find me if you need me. Love you, Babe!

Love, your Batman

Babe? Batman? Babe, babe, babe… Babe?

Babe!

It all came back to me, everything. The first time we met, the first time I saw him apprehend a skip, the first time up to seventh, the magical night. I was paralyzed on the bed, my breathing irregular. I sat up and swung my legs over the bed and flinched slightly as the cold tiles hit my bare foot and leaned over to the wall and took my crutches. I got up, wobbling only slightly and took one cautious step towards the door as quietly as I could not wanting to wake Ric up. I was pulled back by the IV and I cursed it underneath my breath and yanked it away. I wobbled to Cindy's door and probably gave her a heart attack when I opened it.

"Look after Ric for a little while. I'm going up to seventh." I said and closed the door, and with one last glance back to my son I wobbled out of the infirmary and into the elevator that took me up to seventh.

I couldn't believe how I could have forgotten how he looked like. Now it was burned to my brain, the thing I saw when I closed my eyes, the thing I thought about. His full lips, his jaw line and those eyes. Those brown eyes that turned black when he was aroused and the eyes you could get lost in, the eyes that gave me peace.

The elevator doors opened and I wobbled through the hall and to his door breathing quickly. What if he didn't want me here? I pushed those thoughts away and brushed my knuckles against the door, not wanting to wake Ranger up if he was sleeping. I held my breath and grabbed my crutches harder to keep me up. Then the door opened and a tired man looked out. His eyes lit up when he realized who was disturbing him at this hour.

"Hi Batman!"

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