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he
walked through the door, he looked as cool as ever. Carmen held her composure
as she lay in the bed, but soon old feelings started to resurface.
    She
wished she could just wrap her arms around his neck, tongue him down and make
love to him. She knew that since he went to Cuba, he had changed. She knew that
things would be different after he called her another female’s name. “So what’s
up?” he asked looking around the room, “Where’s the baby?”
    “She’s
in the bassinet sleeping.” Carmen pointed to where her baby was. She silently
prayed that once he saw her, his feelings would change. Don walked over to the
baby with his hands in his pocket. He looked over and stared into the baby’s
hazel eyes, she was staring straight back into his.
    He
compared Carmen’s daughter to Mercedes and he didn’t see any similarities.
Although his daughter Mercedes looked more like her mother, she shared a few
resemblances of his. She was definitely a Carter. To him, Carmen’s baby looked
straight Dominican and just like her. The baby didn’t share any of the Carter
family traits. He turned around silently and coldly stared into her eyes.
    “You
ready to sign the birth certificate?” Carmen excitedly asked.
    “She’s
not mine.” Don nonchalantly answered. “And I don’t want you to ever call me
again. I have a beautiful wife and a gorgeous daughter. I’m not going to let
you come between us and break up my happy home.” He said. “Good luck finding
the baby’s father.”
    Don
walked out and turned around to see tears forming in Carmen’s eyes. She was
shaking her head in disbelief. Her blood boiled.
     “Don’t
call me ever again Carmen, have a good life.” With that he exited her room
hoping to close a chapter in his life. He thought he had already done so one
year ago.
    Carmen
sat in her bed and cried. She worried about the day she would have to explain
to her daughter that her father denied her. It was a lesson everyone would
learn severely.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    The Princess has Arrived
     
     
    Mercedes
grew up to be drop dead gorgeous by the age of fifteen. She matured to be a
beautiful girl with a voluptuous figure. Over the last couple of years,
everything about her changed drastically. Mercedes had that perfect skin tone,
which was the result of being mixed with African-American after her father Don
and Cuban descent after her mother Maria. She stood 5’2” in height and full
pink lips with a tiny beauty mark on her top lip. Her lips always glistened
with pink lemonade MAC lip gloss.
    Her
long and thick jet black hair flowed down her back; she was petite, but thick
in all the right areas. Her perfectly waxed eye brows brought out her beautiful
green eyes. Mercedes always giggled when people confused her natural eye color
for contacts. Basically, Mercedes Carter had it all.
    Don
Carter moved his family into a luxurious mansion in New York. He owned
expensive paintings and exclusive custom made furniture. The Carter house could
be on a TV show or used for a huge movie. Whatever his family wanted, he
supplied. The ability to provide made Don Carter a happy man. His first born
daughter was his reason for living.

 
    Who’s that Girl
     
     
       The
month of September rolled around quickly. Just a month ago it was summer and
the sun was beaming and everyone was outside. Now it was over and fall was
settling in. Mercedes’ birthday was approaching next month and she’d been
planning to celebrate for a while.
    She
couldn’t wait to party with her friends. Mercedes’ father was planning to send
her to one of the highest class, most expensive private schools in Long Island.
She didn’t want to go to a private school. She felt that she could do just as
well at a public school.  She also knew the boys in private school weren’t her
type, but she wouldn’t dare tell her father that information.
       Mercedes
recalled walking into his office a few weeks ago with her mother by her