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Wednesday after-shift at the Side Step is sort of a "thing" now at The Texas DPS aka Texas Department Of Public Safety, head-
quarters of the Texas Rangers. The group consists of Captain Larry James, Cordell Walker, his brother Liam Walker (Travis County DA)
and Micki Ramirez. Cordell's wife joined them this night, which she usually DID NOT do, a long-running case had come to an end, which
kept all of the principals away from home for long stretches and she missed her husband. Seeing them together reminded Micki of HER
FAMILY...HER HEART, whom she hadn't spent much time with in the past weeks. She excused herself and rushed to her truck...
you
Before entering their rental home she paused in the garage and quietly slipped off her underwear and bra; she left her boots
on a tool table and carried her pistol belt slung over one shoulder, slipping into the house in stocking feet...when she arrived
at that bedroom door, she burst in shouting "SURPRISE! Ehhh?!... HIJO DE TU PINCHE PUTA DESGRACIADA MADRE-que significa eso !"
(You lousy low-down motherfucking son of a raw bitch!-what is the meaning of this?!)
Trey appeared to be humping away at some unseen BITCH in THEIR BED! He flipped off the covers, revealing a clutch of large pillows, laughing like
like an idiot!
"Baby, Baby-its a joke-I heard you drive up-SEE!"
"Your ass nearly was shot, ¡ Mamon ! (Asshole) But, I guess I deserve it, neglecting you for so long," she admitted. She slid onto the bed,
while Trey made room, tossing the pillows to the floor. "It was kinda funny."
"Oh, yeah it was...OH, SNAP: braless?" His hands verify what his eyes suspect.
" Y sin calzones ," she said sultrily, guiding his hands to her open fly. (Without panties).
"That's what's up!", Trey huffed, immediately rising to the challenge.
Shifting to welcome him into her sex with a tiny gasp, she muttered "Haz lo que tu quieres, Cariño...TODO LO que tu quieres..."
(Do whatever you want my Love...EVERYTHING YOU want)...
Trey awoke to a very nice breakfast, which he appreciated as he's famished after last night. The meal Micki's prepared is fit for a king and
Trey helped himself to second of everything. "Goddamn, Woman! That was as clsoe to Mom's finest as you can get!"
"Sweet talker!" Micki kissed him as thanks for his compliment. "I j=have a free day today and you could play 'hooky'; we can hang out if you
want...what do you say?"
"I say if you'll pass my phone to me ['cough, cough'] and I'll make the call."
Vacation day secured, they shower, then pack their 'hiking gear', water, trail mix, and a picnic lunch; they load everything into Trey's truck
and head toward the Hill Country: Lake LBJ (Lyndon B. Johnson). As they travel along, Micki said "Your mom...she brings up us starting a
family every time that we speak...I'm not complaining; I jsut...I've been thinking about it: have you?"
Trey glanced at her briefly before he answered. "I have. I don't HATE the idea. A little you."
"Or a little YOU," she laughed. "Rememner me saying that we have plenty of time maybe a year ago? With the world being what it is...I'm not so
confidant in that view anymore...a little boy! I think I'd love that."
"NOT 'Junior' though," he insited. "Maybe...Andrés, o Dario-(Andrew or Sario) I like those names."
"Hmmm. Andrés...o Leo. O DANIEL-I really like Daniel." She sighed, and smiled broadly. Just talking about it with you-I'M GIDDY, and Micki Ramirez doesn't do
giddy."
'I've seen you giddy."
"Have not."
"HAVE TO!"
"N.O.T. I.T!" The Latina insisted.
They stopped once on the outskirts of fMarble Falls for soft drinks and to stretch their legs, then finish the drive, continuing their
discussion about starting a family. The couple agree that having both sets of parents 'on board' with them continuing their relation-
ship and that they plan to make what they have permanent. Trey's parents expect this road to end in nuptuals whille Micki's widowed
mother Adriana would be happy either waymarriage or life committment-as long as BABIES result.
Both are in great shape; even the steeper parts of the hiking trail give them no trouble. At midday they have a break under a shelf
of rock that offered a cool place to rest. Rejuvenated, they start the trek back down to the truck, ready for a late lunch. They eat
heartily (Micki packed cabrito-goat meat; potato salad, sourdough bread and iced tea. Sitting by the lake they talk more about
their potential future family: "How many do we have and when do we start?" MIcki wanted to know.
Trey: Two and how about next year?
Micki: I can agree to TWO...if we start next year I don't want to be pregnant during summer in Texas. Mom said that carrying me
from June to September was pure HELL. So we should plan for me to be pregnant no later than...April or May?
T: That sounds like a plan. Would you look into how long the Rangers allow for maternity leave, please? And how long would
you WANT to be out?
M: Yes, of course baby. I'd want to stay out a year, minimum, I think. That gives me time to bond with him/her. That first year
is so important-important enough to..walk away from the Rangers if need be. Or even be an investigator for Liam.
T: That takes the danger level WAY DOWN, Mick! Yu'd...do that en serio (For real?!
M: Even six months ago I would have said no...NOW...I'm 29 Trey-late for a Latina to not have her own children. And thatcultural
pull is very strong. It isn't sudden or out of the blue. Since our brunch with our mothers-and deciding that YOU are the one I have
thught about it more and more.
T: I'm ready, and you are two, it seems. We'll keep talking, or is it decided?
M: Decided.