Surrogacy For Ex's Uncle Professor のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Robin’s POVAnother month passed, and I was horrified to find that I was gaining weight at an even faster rate than before. It seemed likely that there was more than one baby in there, a reality I wasn’t willing to accept yet.I had no problem accessing new clothing. Micah was buying my clothes as I needed them. The problem was that I needed it at an expanding rate because of how fast I was expanding. This is something I was struggling to accept.My looks were never something I obsessed over. I was always curvy, but this was adding extra weight to me, making me self-conscious.So self-conscious.Right now, I am visiting Kathryn before class. I walked in, heading straight for her bedroom. The two of us relaxed while Kathryn got ready. Well, it was mostly me relaxing while Kathryn scrambled around the room trying to get ready.“I swear I’ve gained five pounds just this week,” I muttered, tugging at my sweatshirt as I flopped onto Kathryn’s bed. “This doesn’t feel normal.”Kathryn looked

Robin POVAnother month later, and I was even fatter. I was staring in the mirror, glaring at what I saw. It was winter, so I was able to wear baggy clothing, but it was starting to get more and more difficult with me carrying triplets.The excuse that I gained weight wasn’t going to fly anymore. Even with the sweatshirt and the coat, it was obvious I was pregnant.I headed downstairs, glaring when I saw Micah.He blinked. “What is your issue?”“I’m fat.”Micah almost puffed his chest out as if he were proud of my current state.“It means you're healthy and the children are doing well. You should be happy.”“Happy that I look like I’m a fucking house?!”Before when I had snapped at Micah he snapped right back but my hormones had been all over the fucking place. He had been more acceptable, something I think that shocked both of us.“If you want to go shopping, just let me know. I will order you some larger clothing, Robin. Whatever you need to be more comfortable.”My shoulders droppe

Robin’s POVI was almost hit by a car. When I woke up in the hospital, I started to panic because I realized the amount of danger I was in or had been in.How the fuck had I almost been hit by a car?Well, I know how. The car had driven onto school property, trying its hardest to hit me, but it wasn’t able to because I threw myself out of the way onto the grass.The doctor smiled at me.“It’s okay, Robin. You passed out from the shock of almost getting the car, but you're okay.”I sighed in relief. “Are you sure I’m okay?”“Yes, I am more than sure.”“What about the babies?”This was my main concern. I wanted to make sure my children were okay—Fuck.Did I just say my children? I didn’t want to tell my children. They weren’t my children.Biologically, they were technically mine, but there was no way that I would be a part of their life after a while. All I could do was just accept that this was the case.“Yes,” she said with a gentle smile. “The babies are fine. You’re fine. A little

Robin’s POV“I’m inviting Kathryn over tomorrow.”Micah looked up from his laptop, brows immediately drawing together. “Why?”I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. “Because I’m going stir-crazy, Micah. I haven’t left this place in days. You said it yourself—it’s safer if I stay inside. So I’m compromising. Kathryn comes here.”“That’s not compromising. That’s you making a decision and expecting me to go along with it.”I rolled my eyes. “She’s my best friend. You already know she knows everything.”“Yes, and that was already pushing it,” he said, voice tight. “The more people involved, the more complicated this gets.”“It’s one person. And she’s not just ‘people,’ she’s Kathryn. She’s not going to run to the press or scream it from a rooftop.”Micah closed the laptop slowly, like he was containing his annoyance. “This isn’t about her gossiping. It’s about security. You being safe.”“I am safe, Micah. I’ll be even safer if I’m not climbing the walls with boredom and stres

Robin’s POVIt 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 specifically, meaning that they knew all about her—her past, her power, her connection to me. That was what scared him the most.So he agreed ot make sure they were posted on her system the entire time. Abue