Lahat ng Kabanata ng Surrogacy For Ex's Uncle Professor: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Robin’s POVSuddenly, I realized I was going to have a chance to see Micah again. I hadn’t considered it, still fucked up over what happened.Then Kathryn was coming to me, telling me something that filled me with hope, but also made me afraid.What else was I going to think?Kathryn stuck her head into my room with zero warning. Not a knock. Not even a polite throat-clear. Just swung the door open like she paid the rent.“Micah’s here,” she announced, like she hadn’t just lobbed a grenade into my afternoon. “He wants to talk to you.”I blinked. “What?”She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, radiating smugness like body heat. “You heard me. The tall, broody werewolf with the voice that could melt a glacier? Yeah. He’s downstairs asking for you.”I threw a pillow at her. She caught it without flinching. “I hate you.”Kathryn grinned like I’d just handed her a trophy. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up and go get your man.”I glared at her. “He’s not my man.”“Uh-huh. Tell that to the way yo

Micah’s POVA few days later I realized I needed to tell my mother the truth about my relationship wit hRobin. She should know that the two of us are together. Though I had a feeling she wasn’t going to be surprised because she had been making comments about the two of us together for awhile now.I found her in the greenhouse, just like I knew I would. My mother, elbow-deep in soil, tending to her plants like they were her only children worth speaking to.She didn’t look up when I walked in.“You’re early. That means either you’ve done something reckless or you’re about to.”I leaned against the doorway.“Neither. Just... something you should know.”“I’m listening,” she said, still pruning.I cleared my throat.“I’m with Robin. Romantically.”Snip. Pause. Slow turn of the head.“With her… romantically,” she repeated, as if testing the words out loud. She blinked at me once.“What the hell took you so long?”I blinked.“I’m sorry?”She wiped her hands on her apron and looked me over li

Robin’s POVBeing 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 up?”He chose the best moments to show up and talk to me. But I wasn’t going to complain because it was nice to see him again.“I want to take you out.”I stared at him for a miment, looking up and giving him an odd look. This was a strange turn of events. Never did I expect him to say such a thing but here he was.My mind was spiraling trying to figure out what the hell he me

Micah’s POVEverything was going well. I almost expected something to fuck up because my life had never gone this well in the past.But then my mother had to throw a bomb into my life. Why? This was what she did. And to think the two of us had been getting along so well lately. I wished sheRobin was curled up on the couch with her feet under her, flipping through something on her phone. I was pretending to read, but I kept watching her instead.Because I’m weak like that.“Hey,” I said finally, setting the book down. “So… I talked to my mother.”She didn’t look up. “Was it about how she secretly wants to adopt me and steal me away from you?”I snorted. “Close. She wants to meet your abuela.”It had shocked me when my mother said that. To think she wanted to meet Robin’s abuela was a good sign. This meant our families were going to get along more, to ensure that we moved ahead in peace.I was going to have a future with Robin. The two of us were going to be with one another, raising o

Robin’s POVI have been doing my best to help him adjust to being without his father. Grief is strange—it creeps in even when you expect it, even when you're braced for it. And Micah, for all his stoic strength and rough edges, was grieving.Quietly. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed when no one was looking. In how he stared a little too long at nothing at all.It seemed to be a difficult relationship for the most part, complicated in the way only family can be. Love mixed with expectation, with pressure, with years of trying and failing to understand each other. I wish Micah wouldn’t have to struggle as the new Alpha, being forced to now run the family with so many of his scars still healing.But I was going to be by his side through the entire thing. There was no debate about that. I had seen him at his worst, held him through moments when he thought the world might collapse on him. And still, he stood back up. Still, he carried it all.