There were precious few things that Cal was immune to; sometimes it was decision based, those times when he actively decided that hearing Lalo wasn’t on the top of his list of priorities, and sometimes it came at random. Children were never a source of immunity - he was as weak for that affection as he was tall and built. He wanted children of his own but it just hadn’t been in the hand of cards life had dealt him. Lluvia had gone and with her the hopes and dreams he once held.
At those big eyes, the question posed, Cal regained himself and grinned. Scooping a child up in an arm, one on each, he carried the twins to the large red truck. One of his men was inside cleaning the dash so the door was open. It took little strength to hoist the giggling toddlers into the bucket seats and before too much longer the sirens were going and the lights were flashing. He could hear the squeals of laughter through the open door and with a proud grin he turned back to the woman again.
He stepped away from the loud truck, beckoning Daci to follow suit. “So you must be Aunt Daci.”