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Chapter 19

Carlos' POV

I felt so bad watching my babe puking up her guts first thing this morning but I knew I needed to act like I suspected nothing. I went down to the gym and saw everyone just standing around laughing at something around the tread mill. As I got closer I began to realize it was my tread mill.

I parted the men out of the way to see what everyone was staring at, instead of doing their work outs, and that's when I saw it. On the tread mill was a black onesie with white letters that said "My Daddy is a Ranger but my Mommy is the Boss" along with black baby socks. I shook my head and removed the onesie from my tread mill. Only my babe would be able to find such a shirt in such a short amount of time.

"Stop staring and get to your work outs before I assign each and every one of you mandatory time on the mats! None of this concerns any of you so I recommend you stop being nosy and get to work." Tank yelled to the crowd, pushing his way towards me. The crowd dissipated and the men went about their daily routines muttering amongst themselves wondering about the mysterious onesie.

Tank looked me right in the eyes and stared. He was waiting for me to crack and spill the beans. I raised an eyebrow and a smile broke out across his face. "Man, I wish you luck. You and Steph are in for some trouble, with your genes that child is going to be unstoppable." I couldn't help but laugh at the truthfulness of his words.

"I don't need to remind you to keep this a secret do I?" I asked, being serious. Tank pretended to zip his mouth and throw away the key.

After my ten mile run I spared with Tank, and used the showers in the locker room, before heading back up to seven to wake up my sleeping beauty.

I made my way stealthy into the apartment, making as little noise as possible until I made it to our bedroom. I opened the door slowly, so the hinges wouldn't creak, and got a good glimpse of my babe. She was sprawled on her stomach, on top of the blankets, with her left leg hitched and cuddling my pillow. I made my way to the closet to change into my typical all black outfit when I noticed something hanging with my black tees. I pushed my shirts out of the way and say another onesie and pair of booties, only these ones had the bat symbol on them. I smiled and took the onesie and booties off the hanger. I decided to take all the items I have found so far and keep them in my home office for safe keeping.

I walked out of the walk-in closet, through the bedroom, and into my office convinced nothing short of a nuclear attack could wake Stephanie up right now. I turned on my desk lamp and sat in my chair before opening the bottom drawer to my desk. When I opened the drawer I found it really difficult to open, as if there were something stuffed inside to prevent it from opening. When I exerted some force on the drawer it finally opened and I saw what was keeping it shut. In my hands was a Wonder Woman and Batman plush throw blanket. I found this gift a little funny because my babe has always called me Batman and I have called her Wonder Woman in response, but I wanted her to know I am just a man, not a superhero.

I was enjoying this hunt immensely, and knew it was the easiest way for Stephanie to tell me she is pregnant than to say it out loud. As I made my way out of my office I ran into Ella in the living room.

"I just dropped off breakfast and I'm going to grab your laundry before I leave. Is there anything else before I start lunch for the men on five?" Ella asked with a smile.

"We are good, I believe, I'm going to enjoy a good breakfast in bed with my fiancé before returning to work." I said with a smirk.

"Alrighty, you two let me know if you need anything, and I mean anything." Ella said as she was opening the front door. Her parting words sounded as if she was onto our little secret but I brushed it off as common curtesy. How could she know when I just found out myself and I'm the child's father.

That thought made me stop suddenly. Father. I was finally going to have the chance to watch the love of my life carry our child, be by her side as she gives birth, and enjoy the happiness of raising a physical representation of our love together. I smiled at my thought and made my way with breakfast to the bedroom. I could definitely coax babe out of bed with French toast and orange juice. Coffee would be out for the next nine months.

I set the tray of food on the bed side table and leaned over Steph. I moved her hair away from her neck and kissed my way down and across her shoulder. I stopped when she stretched and turned over to greet me with a smile.

"Good morning Batman." She said with a smile. "Breakfast in bed. What's the occasion?"

I gave her a proper kiss that soon involved a lot of tongue and looked into her eyes. "No special occasion, I just wanted to treat my fiancé like a queen."

I went around to my side of the bed and sat up against the head board and put the breakfast tray across Steph's lap. "Well, I love it when you treat me like a queen." She dug in with gusto and I shocked her by eating some pieces she offered me. Little did she know she was eating the healthiest version of French toast possible.

When I took the tray away from Steph and went to set it back on the bed side table, hoping to get a round of hot morning sex before we went to work, I noticed writing on the plate. I picked it up and read it.

We're Pregnant

Steph's POV

I watched as Carlos picked up the plate and stared at it. I couldn't tell what was going through his mind since he was hiding behind his blank face. Carlos put the plate back on the tray and turned to face me. Before I had a chance to say anything he was attacking me with full force. I couldn't fight him off, my hormones were raging and I gave in to him.

Our bodies became one and we gave into our pleasure as we climbed higher and higher. As I floated back down to earth Carlos hovered over me with all his weight on his forearms. He stared in my eyes as if he were looking into my soul.

"Thank you for the best gift in the world. I can't wait to be a father to our unborn child." As he was saying this our hands joined over my still flat stomach and I knew things were going to be great with Carlos by my side.

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