Page 47 of Dare to Live
Becca giggled. “I’m so glad I was on duty.” She straightened as tears pooled in her eyes. “This experience has been amazing, more so than others since I got to see my BFF give birth.”
I held out my hand as I kept a strong hold on my firstborn. “Come here, girl.”
Becca sidled up to the other side of the bed opposite the cribs. “I love you.” She squeezed my hand.
“Ditto, girl,” I said, wanting to bawl my eyes out for some reason. “You will be a big part of their lives.”
She swiped a tear off her cheek. “I’m so in love with them. I feel like I gave birth too.” She giggled through a sniffle as she eyed Kade. “Oh, I meant to tell you guys. Kade’s parents are in the waiting room. I’ll go get them.”
Kade’s mom was going to spoil these girls rotten. Well, Kade might beat her to it. I suspected the entire family would spoil them, just like they had Kross’s two girls.
Becca crossed the room. “Oh, and let me know when you’ve decided on the names. We’ll want to get the birth certificates completed.” Then she breezed out of the room.
“So who will be Julie?” Kade asked.
I giggled as a light and airy feeling floated in my chest. I felt as though my sister, Julie, were there with us.
I lifted a shoulder as I kissed my baby’s head. “I don’t know that it matters. Maybe we name the oldest Julie?” My reasoning behind that was simple. We’d picked the name Julie at our wedding. So it seemed appropriate to name the firstborn Julie.
He nodded. “And this one in my arms, I say we name her Jazlyn or maybe Jordan.”
We wanted each of the girls’ names to start with the letter J. We felt it was a tradition in the Maxwell family since each of the Maxwell brothers’ names began with K. With Kross and Ruby, their daughters were Raven and Reaghan. So since we were naming one of our girls Julie, we wanted to keep the Js going.
“We also have Jade, Jillian, and Josie on the list,” I said.
Kade set the baby back in her crib then returned to my bedside. “They all look the same. Until they mature a bit, we’ll need to keep name tags on them. That’s what Mom did with my brothers.”
I remembered Eleanor mentioning that. “We can have their names stitched on their beanies.” Then again, they wouldn’t be wearing beanies all the time.
“Mom had engraved silver bracelets for Kelton, Kross, and Kody until she could tell them apart.”
At the mention of his mom, Eleanor practically flew into the room, all smiles, and her blue eyes glimmered. Martin was on her heels.
Eleanor wasted no time in walking over to the cribs.
I smiled at Kade.
He shook his head.
Normally, Eleanor would give her full attention to Kade, but with more grandchildren, he was slowly dropping down on her list. Judging by the grin on his face, he didn’t mind in the least.
Martin, a Kade lookalike, hugged his son. “Congratulations.”
“Oh my,” Eleanor cooed. “They’re beautiful.”
My girls were more than beautiful if that were possible.
“Did you call my dad?” I asked Kade while Eleanor lifted up one baby.
“He’s flying home next week, and he wants you to call him when you can,” Kade said.
Dad was a traveling man as of late. He was knee-deep in signing new bands to his record label, so he was constantly in Los Angeles or some big city around the world.
As much as I wanted to see my dad, I had three little ones who needed my attention.
“Who’s who?” Martin asked as he joined his wife, ogling one of the girls.
“This one is Julie,” I said as I handed Julie to Kade.
