I think of these babies I've created, living in Germany, or France, etc. and I like knowing they are their; and that a part of me, of Rashid, will per...sist their. Their lives will be different there that here, but I like that as well. I occasionally hear from the couples, too. They wish to stay in touch with me. They wish for the c***d to know something of his father; and I like that. All these little Rashid's running around Europe; their father's dark skin in marked contrast to their mother's. After getting my car started and the windows defrosted, I quickly made my way across town to the apartment complex where the girls lived. I had been there several times over the years since some of my classmates had lived in that complex when I was in school. As I pulled into the parking lot, I realized I was following Becca. She parked her car and I found a spot to park near her. I quickly hopped out of my car and made my way to hers. As I got there Alyssa was trying to stand up and get. A friend at school is named Maren.”The Maren next to me asked, “Civia?”Civia wheeled around, her eyebrows flying to her hairline, as she loudly stated, “Maren? What are you doing here?”I give Maren credit, she came back immediately with, “Apparently having dinner with you. What else would I be doing here now?” Civia worked through the girls between the island and the entryway and stood in front of Maren, who stated, “I guess these are those crazy friends of yours that play soccer.”I could see. Delight filled my heart thateven though I was puffed up with another baby I gave her suchsatisfaction.This eventually created a problem for poor Alistair. Nanette began makingcomments about "my round little heifer" who needed to be "serviced." WhenNanette was in the office, Alistair and I giggled together like schoolgirbys. We both knew what was coming. Alistair would also soon haveanother bun in his oven. Oh well. We could only do our wifely duty. Whenmy baby Azure arrived in the middle.