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crack.”
    “Oh
sugar, so am I,” Rosa beamed pulling his arms open so that she
could slide in and rest her head on his lap. “Don’t
underestimate the powers of a pregnant mama,” she added with a
saucy grin. His face relaxed into an indulgent smile and he slid down
on the rug and took her into his arms to hold her close to him. It
did not matter what they said, he was never going to let her go or
let anything come between them.

Chapter 6
    The
weekend did not go well. John had called and told them that he had
something to tell them and they had told him to come over for dinner.
    He had
always detested the dark and austere dining room and the formality of
every meal. No matter how simple the fare, they always had to sit
around the ten chair walnut dining table with only the chink of china
sounding in the room. Today was no better and in desperation, after
they were nearing the end of the meal, he told them. “I met
someone and I am in love with her.” The china had stopped
clinking so he guessed he had their full attention. His mother had
tried her best to give him little formal hugs but he had never
experienced a touch from his father.
    “Who
is this girl?” his father finally spoke, his voice rough and
accented.
    He told
them about her and what she did and made sure to tell them how
beautiful and ambitious she was, a desperate play on his part for
them to accept her.
    “We
marry our own,” he was told gruffly and looking at his mother
he realized that she would be no help as usual, he was on his own.
“You have your pick of perfectly suitable women in China who
are your match in education. We will not approve of some American
woman who works in a fast food restaurant,” he continued, his
voice expressionless.
    “I
don’t want some woman in China that I don’t even know!”
He had raised his voice in frustration and pushed back from his seat.
“I am not leaving her and besides she is pregnant with my
child.” He desperately wished that the mention of a child would
soften them up but it did not.
    “If
you continue to see this girl we will take away the fine things you
have gotten used to over the years!” his father had stood as
well and his voice thundered around the room.
    *****

    Peter
and Lucy Yang were old school. They had gotten married when she was
sixteen and he was eighteen in a traditional Chinese wedding. The
marriage had been prearranged and even though they had not married
for love, it was a marriage that had sustained the years. They had
built a fortune together, it was more of a partnership and it worked
well for them.
    Peter
was plain and stucco and his facial expression always carried a stern
look that most people shied away from. Lucy on the other hand was
tall, willowy and beautiful and their only son had gotten his looks
from her and his height as well. She and her husband had separate
bedrooms and they preferred it that way because they did not get in
each other's way.
    Lucy
Yang poured the tea into delicate white bone china cups and waved
away the maid who had been imported from China and passed the cup to
Rosa. They were seated inside the huge living room and the opulence
of the room and the art lavishly displayed took her breath away. It
was afternoon tea and she had taken time off from the restaurant to
meet with his parents. John sat beside her and every now and then he
would touch her arm briefly to remind her that he was there for her.
    John had
told them that he had been seeing Rosa for some time and that she was
carrying his child. Their expression had remained stoic and they had
not said anything for the past several minutes.
    Rosa
took a sip of the tea that had a relaxing taste to it and was
thankful that her stomach had decided to behave.
    “Mr.
and Mrs. Yang, John told me about the misgivings you have in terms of
us raising a child together,” Rosa began, trying to downplay
what John had told her about the scene. “But I can assure you
that this is not some fling, we