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silky.  She
had her jeans in her hand and turned when the door opened. 
    Where her stomach had once been
board flat, it now had a gentle roundness.  Knowing it was a result of his baby
growing inside her made him instantly hard.  He walked to her, his mind blank
of all the things he’d been about to say, and dropped to his knees.  He smoothed
his fingertips over her tummy and kissed it. 
    “I was enormous.  Dalton was a
nine-pound baby,” she told him softly.  He traced the tiny lines low on her
stomach, where her body had stretched to accommodate their son.  “Those will
never go away.  I don’t mind, a few more marks don’t seem to matter.” 
    Diesel stroked up her torso and
cupped her breasts, asking questions without saying a word. 
    “I breast-fed at first but I
couldn’t keep up…he needed so much, even then.  I had to stop before he was
four weeks old.”  He wrapped his arms around her and laid his cheek against
Kenzie’s abdomen.  Her hands went into his hair. 
    He held her like that for a long
time, her skin was soft and warm.  “Do you have photos of you and Dalton over
the years, MacKenzie?”
    “I have thousands.  I knew one
day I’d have a chance to show them to you.”
    “Why did you come in here,
Kenzie?”
    “I needed a few minutes to kind
of pull myself together, Diesel.  I’m not used to being so close to anyone but
my…our son.  You’re so…affectionate.  Dalton is like that, too.”
    He lifted his face and looked up
at her with a small frown.  “Surely you’ve dated.”  She shook her head.  “It’s
been four years , MacKenzie.”
    Her hand smoothed through his
hair and down his face.  “I was pregnant.  Then I was busier than ever before.” 
She gave him a smile.  “I told you you’d be the last for a long time, Diesel.”
    Diesel stood up and cupped her face
in his huge hands.  “Kenzie…no one else?”
    “I was a virgin until I was
twenty-one.”  She shrugged one bare shoulder delicately.  “I’m picky.”  He
couldn’t hide his shock.  “You look so surprised.  I’m not sure if I’m offended
or embarrassed.”
    “Are you telling me I’m the only
person you’ve been with, Kenzie?”
    “Yes, Diesel.  Yes , that’s
what I’m telling you.  I realize you’re used to fucking groupies who spread
their legs for anyone with money in the bank but I’m not that way.  I will never
be that way.”  She turned and grabbed her sweater off the bed and went in
the bathroom. 
    He sat down in the chair by the
window.
    “Mommy owes de jar a buck,” Dalton
said from the doorway, startling the crap out of Diesel.  “Why you in here when
Mommy changin’?  Only I’m ‘lowed to see her wit’out all her clothes and I’m gettin’
too old.  Why you in here?”
    Heavy questions and no answer
came to mind. 
    “Well, Dalton, I think we’ll let
Mommy answer that, okay?  Did you have a nice nap?”  His son nodded and stared
at him with unbelievable focus.  “Is something wrong?”
    “Jus’ tinkin’ you and me look de
same.”  Diesel’s heart started to pound.  “I’m smaller but I’ll get real big.  Mommy
says so.”  Dalton came closer and stood in front of him.  He reached out and
touched his hair, then touched his own with the other hand. 
    “Mommy says I look jus’ like my
daddy.”  The little boy pinched his cheeks then picked up his hand and put it
in his father’s much larger one.  “You bigger.  But I tink we still look de
same.  Do you tink so too?” 
    Diesel nodded numbly and for more
than a minute, Dalton stared at him without saying a word.  Finally, he put his
hands on his hips and asked bluntly, “Are you my daddy?”
    For just a moment, Diesel was
dizzy.  He wasn’t sure what Kenzie would want him to say or do in this
situation but he knew one thing without a doubt:  he wasn’t about to lie to his
son.
    “I am, Dalton.”  The miniature
version of himself stood still for a long time,