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a factor,” Ulrich said.
    At least he didn’t lie to her.  “And if I weren’t pregnant?”
    He shrugged.  “I would’ve asked you eventually.”
    Rosita tilted her head to the side and stared at him.  “Are you serious?”
    He nodded, smiling slowly at her.  “And for the record, you’re the first woman I’ve considered asking to be my wife.”
    “Am I the first woman you’ve gotten pregnant?” Rosita said, going for the acerbic instead of the affectionate.
    Ulrich frowned at her, then arched an eyebrow and leaned against the couch, cool as you please.  “Yes.”
    Well, all the wind was knocked right out of her sails at that.  She stumbled back and plopped down on the ottoman of the easy chair behind her, Ulrich shooting forward and holding out his arms to her.
    “Careful!  That’s my baby you’re carryin’, woman!”
    Rosita dropped her face so he couldn’t see her automatic grin and she touched her stomach.  Her grin then faded away as she realized what a hypocrite she was.
    “This isn’t the first time I’ve been pregnant, Ulrich.”
    She said it quietly so her mother wouldn’t overhear although Milagros already knew about it.  Rosita had closed her eyes, so she started when she suddenly felt hands on her thighs and the cool press of lips on her forehead.
    “You miscarried,” he guessed.
    She met his eyes.  “How—?”
    “Besides the fact you were raised Catholic?” he asked, shrugging.  “You would’ve found a way to raise that baby.”
    She nodded and let him hug her.  She buried her face in his shoulder, taking the comfort he offered her.  She would’ve found away to raise her child, even after its punk-ass father left, screaming it wasn’t his despite the fact he’d been the one to take her virginity and he’d been the only dick she’d ever fucked up until that point.
    Her mother was right.  This was different.  Ulrich had claimed the baby immediately, as if the very thought it could be someone else’s child never entered his mind, even though they weren’t exclusive or even a couple.  He’d offered to marry her, although as much as her heart fluttered at the prospect, she wouldn’t hold him to it.
    “Ulrich!  Hola, chico, how are you?”
    Milagros came out of the kitchen and placed the cooled and now frosted cake on the coffee table.  Ulrich stood and hugged Milagros warmly.
    “ Hola , Mrs. Velez,” he said, kissing her cheek as they broke apart.  “How are you?”
    “ Bien ,” she murmured.  Milagros’s eyes sparkled as she looked between Ulrich and Rosita.  “Did she tell you?”
    Ulrich nodded and hunkered down in front of Rosita once more.  “She did.  I’m glad she did.”
    “And how do you feel?” Milagros asked.
    “Jittery,” Ulrich said, taking Rosita’s hands in his.
    Milagros smiled widely.  “¡ Muy bueno !   ¡ Él será un buen esposo por ti, chica !”
    Smirking slightly, Ulrich brought the backs of Rosita’s hands to his lips.  “ Estoy de acuerdo .”
    She sniffed and looked away from her mother and her child’s father, unwilling to give them the satisfaction of letting them know she thought he’d make a good husband as well.

One Dusk
     
    The Capshaw household was still full of lovely smells that made Rosita’s stomach turn.  They’d just finished Thanksgiving dinner. The women were inside the kitchen and having a great time gossiping while the men were watching a football game that had them shouting and cussing every four seconds.
    Rosita was in Kerry’s room holding the eighteen-month-old to her heart as he slept.  She’d offered to change the toddler while Bevin and the others cleared the table, but the little boy had beguiled her so sweetly with his smile as she did so that she’d started cooing and playing with him, enjoying his innocent laughter.  She’d begun singing a Cuban lullaby her mother had sung to her, and Kerry had drifted to sleep. And while she probably should’ve put him in his crib, she