Page 12 of Blade

“Aunt Cara, Aunt Sara,” they shriek, running for my sisters. I’m not going to lie, that stings a little. I like that they’re comfortable with my sisters, but I would prefer they ran to me first. While the girls are hugging my sisters, I walk over to Bianca and pull her into a hug. Her body is stiff at first but then she finally relaxes and hugs me back.

After about a minute of holding her, I pull back enough to look her in the eyes, while keeping my arms wrapped around her. She’s just as beautiful as I remember. Her chocolate skin is still as flawless as ever. She has deep brown eyes that pull me in and full lips. And that body… God, she doesn’t even look like she carried three of my babies. She’s curvy in all the right places.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Bianca. If I had known about them, I would have been there from the moment you told me you were pregnant.” Bianca eyes fill with tears, and she gives me a shaky nod.

“Is it okay if I give the girls these necklaces with their names on them? I don’t want anyone mixing them up and the necklaces seem like an easy fix.”

Cara did something similar with her triplets. Although she and Viper can tell Khai and Liam apart, everyone else struggles. I’m sure in time I’ll be able to tell them apart, but I don't want to mistakenly call one of them the wrong name.

She thinks it over for a second and then she nods. “That’s okay. Just don’t go buying jewelry every week. I don’t want them spoiled rotten, Cameron.”

I smirk when she says my name and instantly, I remember that night when she was screaming my name through her orgasms. Fuck. I got to get it together. Now is not the time to have a damn boner.

“Oh, I’m going to spoil them, baby, but I’ll be spoiling you, too.” I wink, and she darts her eyes away. I don’t miss the small smile she’s trying to hide though. Not giving her time to respond, I turn and approach my daughters.

“Mommy said you’re our daddy. Is that true?”

Kneeling down in front of them, I tell the one who spoke, “That is true, baby girl. I know your names are Naomi, Abigail, and Mari. Which one are you?”

“I Naomi,” she says in such a sweet voice. I reach into my pocket and pull out three jewelry boxes that have the necklaces inside. Grabbing Naomi’s, I put it around her neck, and she looks down at it with the biggest smile. She rushes forward and wraps her arms around my neck. “Tank you, Daddy!”

My whole world stops at hearing that one word. When I look up, Sara and Bianca are crying, and Cara has a shit-eating grin. Mari and Abigail have the same reactions when I give them their necklaces. Mari was a little quieter than the other two, but I still heard her sweet voice in my ear when she called me daddy.

After the girls are wearing the necklaces, we head inside so they can meet the rest of the family. They rush forward with my sister, and Bianca slowly makes her way in beside me. She looks so nervous. “Don’t worry, babe. Everyone here has been dying to meet you.” She nods and I grab her hand. She doesn’t try and pull away, so I take that as a good sign.

Mom already has the girls on the couch, crying and fawning all over them. The girls are taking in all the new people better than I expected. Cara’s triplets walk over, and the girls hop down to play with them. My mom loses it. I didn’t think she could cry any harder, but she does.

Eventually, she gets up, and she and my dad make their way over to us. Dad wraps Bianca in a hug. “Thank you for being a kick-ass mom to my grandbabies. You did it all alone when you shouldn’t have had to, and for that we are very grateful. Welcome to the family, sweetheart.”

Bianca nods and wipes her tears away. She and my mom hug each other, crying for a few minutes, before Cara speaks up. “Mom, I don’t want to interrupt your tender moment, but if Khai and Liam don’t get food soon, they’re going to start eating your coffee table.”

Mom breaks the hug with a laugh and when we look over, Khai and Liam are sinking their teeth into the damn coffee table. Viper and River pick them up and take them to their highchairs in the dining room. We all follow suit and take our seats. Bianca and I have the girls in between us and they’re looking at the food, salivating. I guess my girls like to eat like me. “Bianca, do the girls have any allergies?” I ask her.

“No, and they’re not picky at all.” She giggles. I smirk and help her fix the kids plates.

“Oh my God, Cara, what happened to your hands?” Bianca asks with wide eyes. Viper and Bear cough out a laugh, but everyone else is quiet. How do you explain my sister beat the shit out of my fuck buddy for lying about being my wife?

Yeah, there is no way to explain that.

“I was hitting the heavy bags without gloves,” Cara says in a monotone voice.

Bianca looks like she doesn’t buy it but she nods and drops it. Chase wakes up and we can hear his screams through the baby monitor. Viper gets up to get him and returns a few minutes later with him and a baby blanket. Handing it to Cara, she takes Chase and pulls the blanket over him so she can breastfeed.

“Cara, how old are the triplets?” Bianca asks in shock.

“I got pregnant with Chase when the triplets were only seven months old. Their sixteen months now.”

“You were pregnant seven months after having the triplets?” Bianca asks with horror all over her face. Everyone laughs around the table and Bianca is looking at Cara in awe. “I don’t see how you did it. You’re Superwoman. You have four kids under two and still run multiple businesses. I wanna be like you when I grow up.”

The table roars with laughter and all the kids are oblivious to what’s going on. Hannah and Marco are eating and chatting on one end. Elena is sleeping peacefully in Bear arms, and both set of triplets are stuffing their faces.

After the laughter dies down, Cara sits forward, locking eyes with Bianca. “Family, Bianca. I told you, we’re a team around here. Whenever you need something, don’t be scared to ask any of us. I guarantee you, we will drop everything and come running.”

Bianca eyes gloss over again but she shakes the tears away, whispering a thank you in return. The rest of dinner goes smoothly and the kids take off to the playroom. Bianca looked hesitant to let them go, so I took her to look at the room so she could see it was fully kid proof. She relaxed after that. Now we’re all in the living room, telling Bianca about stories from when we were kids.

When Torch came and sat next to us, she looked back and forth between the two of us. “I can’t believe there are two of you,” she whispers. Torch and I laugh, and she shakes her head with a smirk.

“Three,” Torch tells her. Bianca looks confused, not understanding what he means. “There are three of us. Cara is our triplet.” Bianca’s eyes bug out, and she looks over to me and I nod.

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