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Hey guys! Sorry I took a few days off, but real life got in the way!

Ranger's POV:

"Oh God Carlos!" My Babe moaned. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She was wide eyed, and panting.

"Babe, Dios! You're so beautiful!" I murmured to her, brushing a curl from her eyes.

"Carlos, I love you, but shut up! I can't concentrate!"

I think I heard Bobby snort, but he covered it up with a cough.

"You're doing great Stephanie!" Bobby cooed from her other side. Why did he get to talk? Ass.

Stephanie panted and breathed like we learned and soon, that one was over.

"I'm sorry Carlos! I didn't mean it!"

"That's okay, Babe. I know it's the pain talking." I smiled to her. I couldn't believe it. We were finally having our son.

It had been three years since we got married. I took her to a private island in the Caribbean that I had worked security for. It was fabulous. We made love and enjoyed each other's company for two glorious weeks.

After the honeymoon, I gave her options on how she wanted to move forward. I told her that she would be a target because of me, and I needed her to be safe.

I said she could get training, which would be ideal, but she didn't have to. I loved her for her, and I didn't want her to have to change for me. Her second option was to hire a female body guard, so she'd have someone with her at all times.

She decided to get training, which surprised me. I thought for sure she'd want a built in shopping partner. She never disappoints. She did ask to bring Lula along with her. She said if she was going to be miserable, she didn't want to be miserable alone.

I offered to train her, but she thought I'd go too easy on her. She was right. I'd have probably beat the crap out of my men for sparring with her, too.

So, with a heavy heart, I put her on a plane and sent her to a training complex that Tank and I helped design. We even loaned out our men at times for specialized training.

It was in Colorado. Just west of Denver, in the Rocky Mountains. If you can train in that elevation, you can work just about anywhere.

I went out to see her every two weeks, and she was wonderful. Tank and I alternated weeks so that neither one of our girls got too lonely.

I loved seeing her progress. She actually graduated at the top of her class.

At the graduation, Tank proposed to Lula. She was so surprised! We were so happy for them. They asked us to be the Best Man and Matron of Honor at their wedding.

They actually got married at our new house, which Stephanie affectionately calls "the bat cave number two". Stephanie insisted that she buy the house with her reward money, and I could spend as much as I wanted on the security. It was a wonderful compromise.

It was on our two year anniversary that I asked Steph to stop taking her birth control. She agreed, and so I guess that's when we started officially "trying".

It didn't take too long, and here we are! My Babe is getting ready to bring our son into the world! I don't know what I ever did to deserve such a blessing, but I'll take it!

The doctor came in and broke me out of my inner monologue.

"Mr. and Mrs. Manoso! How are we doing here?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes at him. I guess it was up to me to talk.

"Dr. Park, I think Stephanie would like her epidural now, if you don't mind." I said as politely as I could under the circumstances. He seemed to shrink back anyway. Okay, maybe I growled a little at him.

He seemed to regroup quickly and started to lift up Stephanie's sheet. Bobby must've known I was about to lose it, because he quickly explained what was happening.

"Ranger, he's going to check Bombshell to see if she's dilated enough to give her the epidural."

I nodded my assent, and the doctor disappeared between my wife's legs. Stephanie stiffened, and the doctor tried to soothe her. "Its almost over, just a few more seconds, I know it hurts, I'll be as gentle as I can…"

Finally the torture was over. The doctor popped his head up and started removing his gloves. "Well, Mrs. Manoso. You're progressing beautifully! I'll call in the anesthesiologist right away! You're at 6 and a half centimeters. This baby will be here in no time!"

The relief on my Babe's face was beautiful. I didn't know if it was for the epidural or the fact that our son would be there soon.

When the anesthesiologist came in, he strutted in like he owned the place. "Oh, thank God you're here!" Stephanie beamed at him. Well, it's good to know I can be invisible. I thought.

As the doctor got my Babe situated, she continued her hero worship. Eventually, he finished and left. After he was gone for a while, I guess the pain left too. Stephanie dozed off.

"How you doin' there, Man?" Bobby came over and nudged me on the shoulder. "You ready for all this?"

I smiled. "More than anything."

"You gonna tell me his name yet?" Bobby quirked a brow.

"No."

The guys at Rangeman had a pool going on what the baby's name was going to be. I wasn't supposed to know about it. I guess Bobby was hoping for some inside information.

After about an hour, Stephanie woke up. "Who put these pillows on my bed?" she asked. She looked down, and saw they were her legs and rolled her eyes. "Nevermind."

"Damn Bombshell! I've never had an epidural, but if you can't even feel your own legs - that's some good stuff right there!" Bobby burst out laughing.

"Babe?" I asked, "Why did we want him in here?"

"At this moment, I really don't remember." She sighed.

A few minutes later our nurse, Shannon, came in to check Stephanie.

"Well, Stephanie - it looks like it's time! Are you ready to hold your son?"

Steph lit up with a beautiful grin. "Absolutely! Lets do it!"

The nurse paged the doctor, and soon the whole room bustled with activity. The baby warmer was turned on, blankets were laid out, and the doctor dropped the end off of the bed, and put Stephanie's legs in stirrups.

"Okay Stephanie! It's time to push, okay? You need to bear down when I say so, and keep pushing for the count of ten."

I crawled into the bed behind her, so I could help bend her forward while she was pushing. I knew I wouldn't miss anything because the nurse set up a mirror so I could see my son make his appearance.

"Okay Stephanie! Push!" The nurse counted to ten, had Stephanie take a breath, and started the count again.

After about ten minutes of pushing, I could see the changes in the mirror. "Babe! He's coming! Do you see him in the mirror?" I couldn't believe how wonderful this moment was. The doctor took Stephanie's hand, and let her touch our son's head as he was crowning.

That gave her the extra incentive she needed, and in the next push, my boy was out! He let out a nice healthy cry, and Bobby let out a huge cheer!

"He's beautiful, Babe." I said reverently. The doctor had me cut the cord, and then he cleaned the baby up some, and laid him on Stephanie's chest.

Her hair was matted to her sweaty head, her mascara was running down her cheeks, she looked exhausted, and I had never seen her look more beautiful.

"Happy Birthday, my little love" Stephanie cooed. All the while Bobby took dozens of pictures.

Stephanie looked up at me, and all I could say was "Thank you, Babe. Proud of you." It seemed to be enough, because after that, she grinned at me and then went back to inspecting our son.

"Are you going to tell me his name NOW?" Bobby asked. I flicked my eyes at Stephanie and she nodded.

"Brown," I said, so proud I thought I would burst. "Meet my son, Michael Carlos Manoso."

"Michael? I like it! I don't think anyone picked it." Bobby mused.

"I know!" Stephanie laughed. "Okay, you need to go let the families know Bobby. It's time for Michael's first meal."

"Okay, okay. I'm going! Congratulations boss, Bomber."

Bobby left, and soon, the doctor left as well. It was just our little family.

"Now this is what I call a happy ending." I said, gazing at my wife and child.

"Oh no, Batman!" Stephanie laughed. "This is just the beginning. We're going to do this, and it's gonna be good!"

I couldn't agree with her more.

THE END

Okay all! That was the end! Thank you so much for reading. It really was a fun story to write! Take care, Babes!