“Why did you spit up, little ones?” He had his suspicions, though. He reached into the crib and swiped a finger through the glistening yellow substance, then brought it to his lips and sucked.”

WOW, CJ, I’ve come across a lot of sucking in romance novels. But I must say that your writing is refreshingly (heh) original. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a vomit covered finger sucked before.

*cough*andIpraytoGodIneverdoagain*cough*

Cesar had made it only too clear that fateful night, as she’d danced with him, what his views of gold diggers were—mama mia!—who set out to get themselves a meal ticket for life by getting pregnant. When she realized she was pregnant, she knew she could not tell him, not after she had laughed in scorn along with Cesar: Mama Mia! She’d repeated, Such women are whores! What else could she say? She’d had no choice

Brilliant. Best rationalization for the secret-baby thing that I’ve seen so far. Ever.