Micah’s POV
The labor was intense. I was there with Robin as the contractions increased, trying not to panic at all. I didn't need to panic because if I panicked, then she would’ve been the one to feel it.
It got closer and closer to the point where she was going to have children. Three of them, something Robin kept pointing out.
I did my best to keep her comfortable. Even after giving her the epidural, the contractions dulled a bit, but this didn’t change the fact that she was going to have to give birth.
To my children.
A low growl started to form in my throat, but I clamped down on the growl because I didn’t want to alert Robin to any of my thoughts.
“I hate you,” Robin whispered, glaring at me.”
I held my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. “I don’t blame you for hatin
