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Dangerfield.
    “That’s because it’s earned, baby,” Bevin chastised, even as she placed a kiss upon his pouting lips.  When they broke apart, Kerry finally succeeded in grabbing his father’s nose, and Tim rolled his eyes exasperatedly.  “What did I say?!”
    Chuckling, Ulrich and Rosita looked at each other.  He bent down on his haunches and placed his hands on her belly.  “How are we doing?”
    Rosita playfully palmed his head.  “We are fine.”
    Grinning, Ulrich kissed her tummy and she kissed the top of his head.  “Good to hear.”
    “I think so too,” she said cheekily.
    Looking very pleased with himself, Ulrich sat fully on the floor and leaned his head against Rosita’s abdomen.  The baby inside her pressed against the uterine wall as if in greeting and Ulrich kissed her belly again.
    “I can’t wait to meet you,” he murmured quietly, circling her protruding belly button.
    “Stop that,” Rosita whispered hoarsely, blinking rapidly at the sudden moisture that filled her eyes.
    “Stop what?” Ulrich asked, a corner of his mouth rising in soft amusement.
    Rosita sniffed and touched her cheeks, pointedly ignoring the attention Bevin and Tim were giving them.  “You know what.”
    Ulrich stood on his knees once more, his face right in hers as his hands framed her pregnant bulge.  “I’ll stop when you give me what I want.”
    Rosita sniffed again, trying for a haughtiness she certainly didn’t feel.  “Greedy—”
    “Why are you fighting me?” he asked, bringing his face closer so their noses touched.  “Your parents love me, I love them; my parents love you… I love you…”
    It was the first time he’d said it, and the fact he’d said it with witnesses present made it impossible for Rosita to dismiss the claim.  Words and tears clogged her throat; she couldn’t do anything but shake her head.
    “ Tú eres una buena mujer y tú serás una buena madre, la madre de mis hijos.  Estoy muy alegro que tú seas la madre de mis hijos, chica, muy alegro, ” Ulrich whispered against her mouth.
    Rosita knew he’d asked someone, probably her father, how to say that in Spanish, because while Ulrich knew enough to be conversational, that speech sounded too practiced to be off the cuff.  Nevertheless, she was still touched by the effort, that he wanted her to know in her co-native tongue how he felt about their upcoming parenthood.  She wasn’t just some chick he’d happened to knock up and would now do right by, he was truly glad.
    “Oh, baby,” she managed to squeeze out her throat, cupping the back of his head with both of her hands.
    “ Casarte conmigo, por favor ,” he continued, his voice trembling with the request.  “Marry me.”
    She let her forehead settle against his and allowed the tears to flow freely down her cheeks.  Ulrich rubbed her abdomen, as if their child could give him the strength to withstand any answer she gave.
    “What if I say no?” Rosita asked.
    “Then I will just ask again,” Ulrich promised.  “Just so you know, nobody else is being a father to my child but me, you understand?”
    Well, damn!   Rosita had to laugh a little.  “I am not an easy woman, Ulrich.”
    “ No quiero fácil, chica, te quiero ,” he insisted.
    “Lawd, Jesus, tell the man yes!”
    Both Ulrich and Rosita turned to see a sobbing Bevin glaring at them, Tim grinning as he calmed down his wife with gentle words whispered against her temple.  Kerry, perfectly comfortable against his mother’s chest, raised a golden hand and nodded.  “Roro!”
    Nuzzling her tears away with his cheek, Ulrich whispered in her ear.  “Even our godson approves, Rosa.”
    It certainly seemed that way.  “When would this happen?”
    “Hell, we could get married Saturday.  There’s no waiting period in Virginia.”
    “That soon?” Rosita asked.
    “The sooner the better,” Ulrich said, standing and helping her to her feet also.  He wrapped his arms around her and she