Nathan’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I held her arms while looking at her in panic.
She was so scared that she started crying again.
I showed her all seven kits.
“I am going to be a father, Cynth. O My God! What will I do?” I screamed while holding one of her arms and staring at those kits with wide-open eyes.
“I am not ready for this. Heck, you are still a child.” I started grumbling in panic, still staring at those kits; so many scenes of worst-case scenarios of dropping my child, hurting her unknowingly, and failed attempts of comforting her in Cynthia’s absence filled my mind.
“Nathan.” She called me in a choked voice, but I was completely lost in my thoughts.
“We don’t have a room that can be converted into a nursery. No, I am not going to let her sleep alone. She … she will be so tiny.
