Robin’s POV

It was crazy how time passed. I couldn’t believe I was now in my sixth month of pregnancy, meaning I could have the babies at any moment. The nursery was nearly done—Micah insisted on painting it himself, even though I told him we could hire someone. He said it had to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect.

Micah had been working from home a lot more when he could. Teaching his classes from home, wanting to keep a physical eye on me. Anytime I left the house, he wanted to be there, even when he hired security to watch me or keep us safe, he was still...