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hadn’t.  She was too comfortable, and he was too heavy for her to stand without assistance, especially since she was now in her sixth month.  Her center of gravity was all out of whack, and she became winded taking more than five steps, it seemed.
    Kerry nuzzled his cheek against her collarbone briefly before settling back down.  Rosita smiled and closed her eyes, rubbing his back with gentle circles as she allowed this brief peace to infuse her soul.
    “Hey…”
    Rosita opened her eyes and swallowed as the woman, only a shade lighter than her own mother but maybe fifty pounds heavier, entered the room.  Her relaxed hair was pulled back with a headband and her square “granny” glasses looked stylish on her square face.  She sat in the other rocking chair in the room, staring at the baby with a small smile.
    “Practicing?” she asked.
    Rosita nodded.  “Yes, ma’am.”
    The woman frowned and waved away the greeting.  “Oh, child, don’t call me that.  Call me Evelyn…or Mom…”
    Rosita smiled patiently.  “Miss Evelyn.”
    Evelyn gave a slight pout.  “You’ll call me Mom eventually.”
    Rosita merely nodded, not giving the woman any more ammunition than she already had.
    Evelyn reached out and smoothed a hand over Kerry’s soft head.  “He’s a beautiful baby.”
    “He is.  He looks like both his parents.”
    Evelyn smiled.  “I hope your baby looks like you.”
    Rosita laughed softly, careful not to wake up Kerry.  “Your son isn’t all that bad to look at!”
    Evelyn chuckled as well.  “I know that; he’s a gorgeous man, my son!”  She shook her head and sighed.  “What I mean, is I hope you have a daughter.”
    Rosita grinned.  It seemed all the women in her life wanted her to have a little girl.  She’d expressly asked the obstetrician not to tell her the sex of the baby.  She wanted it to be a surprise.  Ulrich, however, was getting antsier by the second, but he’d just have to live like that for a few more months.
    “Rosita, why aren’t you and Ulrich married?”
    Rosita shrugged and shook her head, unwilling to go there with Ulrich’s mother.  Hell, she hadn’t even told her own mother why—she hadn’t even told Bevin .  She could only handle a few things on her plate at a time; and right now, this baby she carried took up the whole plate.
    There was also a matter that maybe Ulrich hadn’t confessed to Miss Evelyn.
    “He hasn’t asked me.”
    Evelyn’s eyes widened in surprise.  “He hasn’t?”
    “No, ma’am.  He’s said he wants to, but he’s never asked.”
    Evelyn nodded slowly and stood.  “Oh, well, then, that just changes the entire story, don’t it?”
    Rosita raised her eyebrows.  “Ma’am?”
    “Humph,” Evelyn said, wagging her finger at Rosita.  “Changes the entire story, indeed!”
    “He left out some key details, didn’t he?” Rosita asked knowingly.
    “My child.”  Evelyn huffed.  “If I didn’t love him so much…”
    “You’d strangle him,” Rosita finished.
    Evelyn grinned.  “Oh, you’re already thinking like a Mommy.”
    Rosita laughed.  “Have you met Milagros Velez?”
    “I love her!  She’s teaching me to cuss out Alvin in Spanish!”
    “And I’ll bet my dad is teaching Mr. Alvin how to sweet talk you in Spanish too.”
    A glazed look entered Evelyn’s eyes.  “I can’t wait!”
    Laughing and throwing a wink at her, Evelyn left the room.  Rosita shook her head with amusement, gazing down at Kerry once more.  She wondered if that was what she had to look forward to in a marriage with Ulrich: gentle teasing, a healthy amount of lust, unfailing adoration, mutual and genuine respect.  Rosita had to admit she was lucky.  Just about all of the married couples in her life had all of those things.  She could admit she’d taken it for granted, and had even thought it wasn’t for her after that one horrendous relationship that resulted in her first, and thus far only, miscarriage.  But it