here. Tim has it in the lobby.”
“You kicked Bevin out?”
“No, she went to say hello to her husband. He’s been gone as long as I have, chica .”
Yes, two long-ass months. Because she was now living in Ulrich’s flat in Virginia Beach, her mother had come up from Orangeburg to make sure Rosita had everything in order. And because she didn’t live far from Bevin, the other woman had been checking in almost daily just in case Rosita needed anything…and because it was finally nice to have someone up there who understood what she went through at the drop of a hat. Granted, Bevin got along with the rest of the significant others of her husband’s SEAL Team, but she and Rosita had history going back to the single-digit years.
Rosita wanted to say something else, but there was suddenly a draft between her legs and fingers that didn’t belong to her or Ulrich prodding around.
“You’re ready to go, Rosita!” the obstetrician declared.
Ulrich grinned and kissed her forehead. “Seems my baby waited for her daddy after all.”
Rosita just huffed. Bastard .
Bevin returned just in time for the first push. With her two best friends holding each hand, Rosita egged on her body to expel the child that had been conceived the Memorial Day Weekend prior. It was excruciating and lasting much too long for her liking, and then suddenly…it was over.
“Ah, damn,” Ulrich breathed. “That’s a baby!”
Rosita would’ve laughed had she had breath in her body to spare; but instead, she sagged into the pillows at her back and closed her eyes, Ulrich moving away from her while Bevin kissed her forehead.
“I’m so damn proud of you!” Bevin whispered shakily in her ear.
Rosita kept her eyes closed. “Are you crying?”
“No…”
Liar.
Rosita held Bevin’s hand in both of hers and took a few deep breaths, a smile breaking along her face when she heard her child cry for the first time.
“Everything looks good, Mrs. Brown,” the doctor said. “A beautiful baby girl you got here.”
“Told you!” Ulrich cheered and Rosita shook her head.
“Like he knew his sperm had an X chromosome in it when he knocked me up,” she muttered, wincing a little as the nurses helped her deliver the afterbirth.
“I have an intimate connection with my swimmers,” Ulrich insisted, his voice sounding closer than before.
Rosita scrunched up her face. “You are so nasty!”
“You married me anyway,” he reminded her.
“I was under duress.”
“ Mmm-hmm ,” Ulrich grunted. “Open your eyes and look at the beauty we created.”
Rosita did. Her heart squeezed at the sight of Ulrich holding his tiny daughter in his big, strong arms. The baby looked at him in wonder, and Rosita definitely concurred.
“She looks just like you, I think,” Ulrich announced in awe.
“Your mother will be pleased,” Bevin teased.
Ulrich smiled. “I know I am. I don’t think I’d be a very good-looking woman…” He gave his pinky to their child and the baby slapped at it, making him laugh. “Oh, yes, this is definitely your daughter!”
She scowled at her husband. “Hater.”
“Nope. I’m more in love than I ever thought possible,” he said, tearing his eyes away from the treasure in his arms to look at her. “ Te amo mucho, esposa. Gracias por mi hermosa hija. ”
He placed the baby on her chest. Black eyes looked up at her curiously, and Rosita touched a trembling hand to the head of curly black hair. The baby was closer to her shade than Ulrich’s, but she would probably end up darker than both her parents once she got older. Nevertheless, Rosita bent forward and kissed her daughter’s crown. “Hi, Sancha.”
“Sancha?” Ulrich asked.
“Yes, I think she looks like Sancha,” Rosita murmured, looking between her best friend and her husband. “Sancha Neo Brown.”
“Um, that’s kind of kickass,” Ulrich noted. “What does it mean?”
She and Bevin had
“You kicked Bevin out?”
“No, she went to say hello to her husband. He’s been gone as long as I have, chica .”
Yes, two long-ass months. Because she was now living in Ulrich’s flat in Virginia Beach, her mother had come up from Orangeburg to make sure Rosita had everything in order. And because she didn’t live far from Bevin, the other woman had been checking in almost daily just in case Rosita needed anything…and because it was finally nice to have someone up there who understood what she went through at the drop of a hat. Granted, Bevin got along with the rest of the significant others of her husband’s SEAL Team, but she and Rosita had history going back to the single-digit years.
Rosita wanted to say something else, but there was suddenly a draft between her legs and fingers that didn’t belong to her or Ulrich prodding around.
“You’re ready to go, Rosita!” the obstetrician declared.
Ulrich grinned and kissed her forehead. “Seems my baby waited for her daddy after all.”
Rosita just huffed. Bastard .
Bevin returned just in time for the first push. With her two best friends holding each hand, Rosita egged on her body to expel the child that had been conceived the Memorial Day Weekend prior. It was excruciating and lasting much too long for her liking, and then suddenly…it was over.
“Ah, damn,” Ulrich breathed. “That’s a baby!”
Rosita would’ve laughed had she had breath in her body to spare; but instead, she sagged into the pillows at her back and closed her eyes, Ulrich moving away from her while Bevin kissed her forehead.
“I’m so damn proud of you!” Bevin whispered shakily in her ear.
Rosita kept her eyes closed. “Are you crying?”
“No…”
Liar.
Rosita held Bevin’s hand in both of hers and took a few deep breaths, a smile breaking along her face when she heard her child cry for the first time.
“Everything looks good, Mrs. Brown,” the doctor said. “A beautiful baby girl you got here.”
“Told you!” Ulrich cheered and Rosita shook her head.
“Like he knew his sperm had an X chromosome in it when he knocked me up,” she muttered, wincing a little as the nurses helped her deliver the afterbirth.
“I have an intimate connection with my swimmers,” Ulrich insisted, his voice sounding closer than before.
Rosita scrunched up her face. “You are so nasty!”
“You married me anyway,” he reminded her.
“I was under duress.”
“ Mmm-hmm ,” Ulrich grunted. “Open your eyes and look at the beauty we created.”
Rosita did. Her heart squeezed at the sight of Ulrich holding his tiny daughter in his big, strong arms. The baby looked at him in wonder, and Rosita definitely concurred.
“She looks just like you, I think,” Ulrich announced in awe.
“Your mother will be pleased,” Bevin teased.
Ulrich smiled. “I know I am. I don’t think I’d be a very good-looking woman…” He gave his pinky to their child and the baby slapped at it, making him laugh. “Oh, yes, this is definitely your daughter!”
She scowled at her husband. “Hater.”
“Nope. I’m more in love than I ever thought possible,” he said, tearing his eyes away from the treasure in his arms to look at her. “ Te amo mucho, esposa. Gracias por mi hermosa hija. ”
He placed the baby on her chest. Black eyes looked up at her curiously, and Rosita touched a trembling hand to the head of curly black hair. The baby was closer to her shade than Ulrich’s, but she would probably end up darker than both her parents once she got older. Nevertheless, Rosita bent forward and kissed her daughter’s crown. “Hi, Sancha.”
“Sancha?” Ulrich asked.
“Yes, I think she looks like Sancha,” Rosita murmured, looking between her best friend and her husband. “Sancha Neo Brown.”
“Um, that’s kind of kickass,” Ulrich noted. “What does it mean?”
She and Bevin had
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