Anya POV
I’ve only once seen a birth happen in person. It was unexpected and unplanned, but I can’t honestly say it wasn’t improbable.
Cam somehow coerced me into babysitting Carissa at the end of her final pregnancy while I was home getting accustomed to having two small children of my own.
She was really taking advantage of the whole manual labor aspect of my help. I not only rearranged Elianna’s nursery for Carissa—twice—but I also had to make what she called “freezer meals.” She abused my help. I know she did because she already had her coworkers and neighbors and my brother’s coworkers taking turns delivering meals to the family.
To this day, I can’t decide if she was lonely or testing my ability to multitask. Or if she truly wanted to test my back muscles. Consider
