Robin’s POV

“The school wants to know when I am ready to go back,” I asked during dinner one night.

The babies were upstairs sleeping, and Micah managed to convince me to come downstairs to get me to have dinner. It was fine, but I wanted to be up there with them. This was all that was on my mind, spending every waking moment with them.

Of course, I did have help from the nurses and nannies. Micah even helped when he wasn’t out working, but I did the feedings because they wouldn’t accept anyone but me. It required me to pump a lot. And let me tell you, pumping...