All familiar characters belong to Janet. This was another weird idea I had ... to write 'stories' that hint at something and use the first letter of each sentence to spell out the answer.

Part 1

"I was right," I told Ranger, walking into his office and closing the door behind me.

"Tank's gonna pay for getting food poisoning when I needed to be there with you," he told me.

"Stop plotting to injure yet another Rangeguy and let's enjoy our moment."

"Agreeing to only hurt him instead of kill him, shows how happy I am right now."

"Bet we're the only couple whose baby's gender calls for a stay of execution."

"Our child will likely be responsible for many firsts," he joked.

"Yep. Who knew our nuptial-night would produce another Manoso? You're welcome, world!"

Part 2

"Mom," I said, "Ranger and I are pregnant. Please just stop at congratulations."

"I don't need to be told how to respond to something like this, Stephanie."

"As someone who's witnessed discussions between you two, you need all the help you can get," Ranger told her.

"May I ask how a baby is supposed to live and grow up inside an office building?"

"I'm glad you mentioned that," I replied. "We've talked about it and already reached a decision on where to live."

Part 3

"So ... I was thinking," I said to Batman in our bed one night.

"Of?

"Maybe Miami is a fresh start in more than one way."

"Explain."

"Tackling parenthood is terrifying, which has me less scared of other stuff."

"Have you been re-evaluating your entire life again?"

"I'm being serious," I said, trying not to pinch him in retaliation.

"Now is the perfect time to change what needs to be. What are you thinking?"

"Going in a different direction career-wise.

"No longer working for my company when we hit Miami?"

"Exactly. Or just not Rangeman full-time. Or maybe these baby hormones are making me stupid."

"We both know you aren't stupid, Babe. So what will it be, Rangeman or something new?"

Part 4

"Have the contractions gotten stronger?" Ranger asked me.

"According to my uterus ... yes."

"Playful till the end, aren't you?"

"Probably not if I hurt more than I do right now."

"I can carry you out to the car," he offered. "It won't stop the pain, but it'll leave some energy in reserve."

"Like you could could lift me and our son."

"You know never to challenge me, Steph," he said, effortlessly scooping me up in his arms.

"Excuse me, I'm in labor here. I'm entitled to a dumb comment or two."

"Vehicle's out front, our bags are in it, and the hospital ETA is seven minutes, so you've got time to comment."

"Everything is progressing nicely," my doctor assured us, twenty minutes later.

"Really?" I asked. "Because I think he's stuck."

"All mothers feel that way. The pressure and pain fades as soon as you see your baby."

"Fat chance," I mouthed, but damn it if she wasn't right when I gave that final push.

"Thank you, Babe," Ranger said, holding our already squirmy son while he kissed me, "for giving me this life."

"Everything happened so fast: new city, new home, new baby, new P.I. career, but I don't regret a thing."

"Remember what I said ... you, Julie, baby Kase, and I, are going to live ...