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pain her mother’s nomadic life had caused both her and Keefe. But she refused to dwell on that. She was getting married to Damien and she wanted her mother to know.
    “Who is this?” her mother’s sleepy, angry voice barked.
    “It’s me, Mom, Mia.”
    “Mia, why on earth are you calling me at this time of morning?”
    Mia swallowed her hurt. Sure it was early, but shouldn’t her mother’s first comment have been to ask if there were any problems, not to indicate that she was being inconvenienced? She ignored her pain at her mother’s coldness and answered.
    “Damien and I made up.”Mia was bubbling over with joy, so much so that she almost missed the silence on the other line. “Did you go to sleep on me, Mom?”
    “No.”
    “Is there something wrong?”
    “I was sleeping.”
    “I know. I guess I should have waited,” Mia said, hoping her mother would say that it wasn’t necessary, that she was just grumpy in the morning when she was first awakened, that she was happy Mia had called. Mia waited for a full minute but her mother didn’t say another word.
    “Damien asked me to marry him. I wanted to tell you.”
    Silence.
    “I’m really sorry I woke you up. You’re right, this could have waited.”
    “Thank you.”
    Mia was feeling like a fool. She wanted to cry like a little girl. Keefe had warned her over and over, but she’d dared to hope that things had changed. A month ago when she’d broken up with Damien, her mother had been there for her. She’d held Mia and allowed her to cry. She’d been wise, all knowing, and had given both Keefe and her good advice. For the first time in their lives, she’d been a mother, something she’d never been before.
    Mia tamped down her feelings. She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up that things would remain that way. Her brother had warned her to be grateful that someone had put their mother in a giving mood. She blew out a breath; she would deal with this later.
    “Do you want me to call you later with the details? I mean, do you want to come?”
    “Of course I’ll come, Mia. Your brother would never stop yakking about it if I didn’t. Besides, with the size of that last check he wrote me, he probably thinks I owe it to you.”
    There was so much vehemence in her mother’s voice, something that wasn’t normally there. Usually she had more of a pleading, whinny quality. That’s when she wants money . The thought came to her in a flash and she attempted to push it away. But it was too late. Another came on its heel. She doesn’t need you at the moment. She doesn’t need you to beg Keefe to give her money. He already had and he’d done it as he’d done most things in his life. To make Mia happy .
    “Is there something wrong? You sound angry.”
    “I was sleeping.”
    Push it way, Mia, don’t think about it. It doesn’t matter, don’t let her know she’s hurting you . “I’ll let you get back to sleep,” Mia managed to say. “I’ll call you later.”
    “Why? You woke me up. Give me the details now, then you won’t be tempted to wake me again.”
    “I’m sorry,” Mia repeated, biting her lips to keep away the tears.
    “You’ve said that already. Just give me the details and don’t get so dramatic. I don’t have time for this.”
    That was just it. Mia didn’t really have any details. She was just happy and for some foolish reason she’d thought her mother, who hadn’t given a damn about them their entire lives, would this one time be happy for her.
    A picture of the foster home she’d been forced into after her mother abandoned them came to her mind but as usual she pushed it away. She wasn’t going to revisit that. She was beyond that. She was a counselor; she would counsel herself through it. She had a master’s in psychology and in another year she would have her doctorate. She could deal with this. She could and she would.
    “We’re getting married in a month. Keefe is—
    “A month! Are you pregnant?” Her mother