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 there. He was just paranoid about what might happen after that car nearly ran me over.
But it was also more than that. There was a threatening note sent to the house about two weeks ago. It was threatening my grandmother speci
