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actually wasn’t until seeing Bevin with Tim did it really hit home for her—men of their fathers’ generation weren’t extinct.  They existed, and if one were patient and a little particular, one could find such a man for herself.  Bevin had, though she’d done the exact opposite of what all those women’s magazines said women should do to snag a man:  be a single-digit size; flirt; pretend for the first x-months.  Whatever.  Bevin had been herself—insecurities, inexperience, and all—and Tim had basically told her, “I don’t care, I love you anyway.”  Rosita couldn’t help but get a little hope from that, even if, in the back of her mind, she’d never expected it to bear fruit.
    But boy, did it ever! she thought to herself, smoothing a hand along her distended tummy.  She chuckled, and then her smile widened when she heard an answering one.
    Looking down, she saw her godson grinning at her.  She let her nose touch his, and he giggled even more.
    “I love you,” she whispered, her heart suddenly becoming full with the emotion.
    “Roro!” Kerry replied, turning his face to the space where her heart beat.  Rosita held him closer, wondering if she felt this buoyant holding someone else child if she’d float right out her seat while holding hers.
    “I can already tell motherhood will suit you just fine…not that I had any doubt.”
    Rosita didn’t bother opening her eyes.  “I’m stealing your son.”
    “Good luck; Tim knows where you live!”
    Snickering, Rosita opened her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Bevin, who merely gave a smile reminiscent of her child’s.  She glowed, her midnight skin seeming to shine as if a full moon rose within her, and Rosita gasped.
    “Are you pregnant again ?!” she accused, eyes narrowing.
    Bevin, despite her dark hue, blushed and ducked her head, touching her middle.  “Tim seems to think so. I haven’t taken the test yet.”
    Rosita rolled her eyes and huffed.  “Tim would keep you perpetually knocked up if he could!”
    Bevin laughed at that.  “Well, he needs to have another plan.  So easy for him to make decisions when he doesn’t have to carry them out!”
    Rosita arched an eyebrow.  “You know good and well you don’t mind.”
    Bevin rolled her eyes but smiled a little.  “Not too much…I certainly love the end product,” she whispered, staring at her baby.  She then looked at Rosita with contrition.  “I don’t mean to steal your thunder if I am.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “This is your moment,” Bevin insisted, her eyes dropping to Rosita’s tummy.  “And here come me and my horny husband rainin’ on your parade—”
    “Misery loves company,” Rosita said dryly.
    Bevin laughed, which caused Kerry to squeal and turn his head to his mother.  Bevin clapped and approached them, relieving Rosita of her bundle as mother made silly faces at her son.  Not five seconds later, the door opened revealing Tim and Ulrich, the former heading directly for his family while the latter came straight to her.
    Ulrich glared mildly at Rosita, putting his hands on his hips.  “You got me in trouble!”
    “Shouldn’ta lied to your mama like that!” Rosita said unapologetically, putting her hands primly on her belly.
    “Ha!” Tim exclaimed, sitting in the free rocking chair and bringing his wife and son onto his lap.  Kerry reached immediately for his father’s nose, which Tim shook out of the way, making Kerry squeal further.
    Ulrich’s glare intensified as he stared at his best friend.  “Did anyone ask you ?”
    “Nope, but my house, I can share my opinions freely,” Tim announced.
    “And you let him get away with this?” Ulrich asked Bevin.
    She shrugged.  “I mean, he can give ’em, don’t mean I have to take ’em!”
    “Ha-ha!  That’s my woman!” Ulrich cheered, going to Bevin to give her a high-five.  Tim glowered at them both.
    “I don’t get no respect!” Tim said in a very good imitation of Rodney