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Accepting His Name
Raising His Baby
Reaching His Heart
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Involuntary Daddy
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Chapter 1
The alarm went off on Miguel’s phone, but he was already awake, his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He willed himself to hit the button but didn’t move. What was this lack of motivation in him lately? No, it was more like discontent. He felt restless, but he wasn’t sure where it was coming from. One would think with the dangers of his job and the challenges it brought, there wouldn’t be room for feeling the way he did.
“Vas a apagar eso?” came the throaty voice next to him.
He sighed and reached over to stab the button. The room plunged into silence again. Carmen’s murmur from beneath a pillow reminded him once again of what he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks.
Should he marry her?
The phone rang, and he groaned. He reached for it and pressed the button to mute it. Something stirred in him when he recognized the area code, tightness in his chest and distaste in his mouth. He was used to ignoring numbers that came from Texas despite the fact that the caller was usually just a telemarketer. Regardless, he hated reminders of its existence.
Carmen’s hand snaked out from beneath the covers and touched his bare chest. He moved away and sat on the side of the bed. Running a hand through his hair, he wondered again. Should he marry her? Did he love her? He wasn’t too sure what love felt. Certainly not for a woman—none other than his mother.
Carmen was all right when it came to women. She never nagged. Whenever he told her he needed space, she backed off without an argument. They weren’t full-fledged girlfriend-boyfriend, more like occasional lovers. Yet, he’d kept her around for a few years. She stayed the night sometimes but not often because he preferred total silence in his home.
But you’re thinking of marrying her.
He wasn’t getting any younger, and just like any man he might like kids that would carry on his name. His mom was hinting around that she wanted grandkids. Marriage—it scared him. Then again, going into marriage without heavy emotions might be a good thing.
Carmen grabbed his wrist, her eyes still closed. He stood and strode into the bathroom to study his face in the mirror. His hair stuck up in a buzz cut, but it was getting a little too long.
“I’ll need a ring,” he murmured, and the sour taste in his mouth increased.
“Miguel,” came Carmen’s voice from the other room. “He says he’s your dad.”
