Robin’s POV

Being home with my triplets was a complicated situation. On the one hand, I was exhausted over the fact that I had to take care of them but then I also liked the fact that I was able to have them by my side constantly. There was nothing like opening my eyes and going into the room next door, knowing that they were waiting for me.

I was elbow-deep in laundry… like, literal baby spit-up and glitter-stained onesies—when Micah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and that annoyingly attractive smirk on his face.

“Busy?” he asked.

I didn’t even look up. “Just bonding with the laundry monster. What’s...