Page 51 of Lucky In Love

Two girls.

Maeve Francesca and Sloane Kiera are our pride and joys.

They were born naturally, delivered by their da, on our bathroom floor, at thirty-five weeks gestation. We came home from dinner where I had been hiding what I thought were Braxton Hicks contractions for a couple hours, when my water broke all over the new tile Declan and Luke had installed a month before. Thirty minutes and countless pushes later, we had two squirmy and screaming babies in our arms—and they were perfect.

We did get some assistance from the EMTs who appeared just after Maeve made her screaming dive into the world, but once they saw how calm and prepared Declan was, they mostly stayed back and let him help me. They checked both girls, and myself, just as a precaution, but they were hands off until it came time to take us to the hospital for more thorough checkups. It definitely wasn’t in my birthing plan to deliver the twins at home, but I was not running the show that day, they were… and that hasn’t changed.

“Good morning, my little good luck charms,” I announce to the girls as I walk into their room. “Do you two know what time it is?”

“We’re still a few years away from that, bean ádh.” Declan says through a yawn. “The book I was reading yesterday said they won’t learn the concept of time until they’re at least five.”

“Don’t listen to your da, girls,” I tell them as I pick up Sloane and Declan grabs Maeve. “We’ll have you two reading a clock before you turn two in seven months. That way you’ll know what time it is and when it’s too early to wake up your parents.”

“If only we could be so lucky,” Declan mutters through another yawn.

“Oh, you silly man, we have all the luck in the world,” I say as I press a kiss to his shoulder as we work as a team to dress our babies for the new day. “Between your lucky bar and my lucky penny, we will always be lucky in love.”

Acknowledgments

THANK YOU, READERS!

Thank you for reading Frankie and Declan’s story. It’s a bit different than my usual craziness of gruff bikers and mafia men, but trying a new trope is never not a fun time. I don’t know if these two will get more to their story, maybe the girls, you never know… the plot bunnies love to run wild and cause me lots of sleepless nights.

Until then, check out the other stories in my backlist, and see what’s coming next. I’ve got a lot of fun stuff planned!

About the Author

Jessa Aarons was born and raised in the frozen tundra of Wisconsin. She has had her nose buried in books for as long as she can remember. Her love of romance began when she “borrowed” her mom’s paperback Harlequin novels.

After experiencing a life-changing health issue, she had to leave the working world and dove back into books to help heal her soul. She would read anything that told a love story but still had grit and drama. Then she became a beta reader and personal assistant to another author.

Jessa is the boss of her husband and their castle. He really is her prince. Thanks to his encouragement, Jessa started putting pen to paper and creating new imaginary worlds. She spends her free time reading, crafting, and cheering on her hometown football team.

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