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“Of course, because you promised me that someday our love story would be my favorite. It already is.”
When her dad started to lean closer to pick up a baby, Cannon held out a hand.
“I’m also promising to always protect and love our daughters.” He handed her two littleProperty of Cannoncuts withPrincess Ginnyon one andPrincess Rissaon the other.
“These are perfect, but what about that other woman who keeps wearing theProperty of CannonT-shirts?”
Although Jesse hadn’t known about the girls’ cuts, she and Cannon had discussed some way to make Clara feel special.
“Well, since Clarissa is named after her and she’s the woman who has been a mother to me since I met her, I thought she needed her own cut.”
Cannon turned to Clara with aProperty of Cannoncut withCannon’s Momon the front. Clara accepted it as tears rolled down her face. It was one of the few times when Jesse had seen Clara speechless.
“Now, can I hold one of the girls?” Locks grumbled.
“As long as you’ve washed your hands. No germs for my little darlings today,” Cannon said.
Jesse grinned as her dad walked to the sink and washed his hands, glaring at Cannon as he did. Locks walked over and Jesse handed Ginny to him. “Ginny, this is your Papa Locks. He is going to teach you all about how strong you can be.”
Locks kissed Ginny’s forehead then leaned close to kiss Jesse’s forehead. “I’m proud, and your mom would be too.”
Jesse breathed deep. She could spend today crying, or she could relish each and every moment with her family. She and Cannon may have had a rough ride to get here, but seeing him with the girls, she wouldn’t change a thing.
Jesse listened to her sisters and friends bickering about who got to hold the girls first.
Chapter Thirty
Cannon walked in carrying one of the twins with Jesse following behind. He’d never appreciated Sunday lunch more than now as a father. One meal he and Jesse didn’t need to think about, and the bonus is they both got to eat without holding or taking care of a baby.
Last week, Clara had even stolen the girls for the afternoon and he and Jesse had gotten a two-hour nap. These first two weeks with the girls had taught him that he had no idea the mess two tiny humans who couldn’t even walk could make.
Locks walked over and stood in front of him, cocking his eyebrow. Cannon smiled and handed one of his daughters to his soon-to-be father-in-law.
“Which one is this? I hate it when you guys dress them the same way,” Locks grumbled.
“It was your daughter’s idea. I like them in different outfits because it’s easier. Jesse re-did the nail polish but it’s on their toes. She was worried about them sucking it off on their fingers.I have Rissa. Here, clip her paci on her outfit and we’ll be able to tell which is which,” Cannon said, handing Rissa to Locks.
He set down the diaper bag and pulled out Rissa’s pacifier with the embroidered strap that clipped onto her clothes and was also hooked on the pacifier. Her name was on it, which made Cannon’s life immensely easier. He sometimes felt like a failure when he couldn’t tell the girls apart. He clipped it on her onesie. It was one of the gifts they’d received for the girls. Bootstrap had sent onesies from Texas. On the front in big bold letters, it saidDon’t Make Me Cry or Bluff Creek Will Ride. It was honestly one of his favorites because he loved that his girls were protected.
With the MC and the fierce, badass Franks sisters, Cannon had no doubt his daughters would grow up to be fierce, capable women, but if someone disrespected them, he and his MC brothers would make sure the person regretted it.
Locks walked away with his granddaughter, and Cannon walked over to find a seat. The food was already on the table. He and Jesse had been running a little behind because their darlings had both pooped their pants right as they got them in the car seats. The time it had taken them to go back in the house, change diapers, and get them back into the car had taken longer than Cannon could have ever imagined before having kids.
It was chillier, so he had made them bring one of the vehicles instead of the side-by-side. He and Jesse had decided to stay in her house. Although Remi and Winnie were closer to the clubhouse, Sarah and Beth were still in their original houses. Sarah didn’t want to be farther away from her job. Neither did Jesse, which was why they were keeping her house. Plus, he had fond memories in it of the time he finally pulled his head out of his butt and found the love of his life.
Jesse had made it a point of saying she was going to be sitting by Beth and might not be beside him at lunch. He’d learned to roll with the punches with the Franks siblings. When one ofthem had aCode Rachel, they all came running. It’s something he hadn’t had growing up without siblings. He had brothers now and was thankful for it. He loved the fact his girls would have a sibling, and he hoped he and Jesse might give them a couple more. Who knew the man who’d vowed to never have a family would adore the one he and Jesse had created? She’d truly opened his heart up and breathed life into it. He was grateful she hadn’t made him grovel too much after his asinine behavior.
Flick bumped his shoulder. “Man, sit down, food’s ready. You looked a million miles away. Those two little sweeties kicking your butt?”
Flick moved around him and sat down, nodding toward an open seat at the table. Cannon pulled the chair out and sat down. He supposed he had looked strange just standing there.
“Well, they don’t seem to realize we sleep during the night, but I’ll take any sleepless night to have them in my life.”
Flick chuckled. “You may have had a long road to get here, but I have to say, I love seeing the family man you’ve become. I’m happy for you.”
“Me too,” Cannon replied.
Flick rolled his eyes. “Oh freaking fudge, did she have to bring him again? You know I’m not a violent man, but sometimes, I imagine driving the ambulance over him again and again.”