Robyn Epstein ended her teen years in a very turbulent way. Her first woohoo was in a bush with a random boy from high school she didn’t even want to date. She only did that to try and make the man she really wanted, Baby Branham, jealous. Looking back on it now, she couldn’t even say what she hoped to happen. Did she really think Baby was going to leave his wife and toddler for her because some teenage boy also found her interesting? Of course not.
Her plan backfired in a major way. She ended up pregnant, and she had no idea which guy was the father. Those days were a blur to her.
She cut her hair because that was easier that having to wash and comb it every morning.
She basically moped around in sweats and baggy sweaters because that was easier that trying to stuff her expanding body into her old clothes.
The time she usually spent with her baby sister Emilie was now clouded with her sad moods. Robyn seemed to be the only one who couldn’t enjoy those great family moments.
And she was barely paying attention during her twin sisters’ last days before leaving for their new school in Germany.
When her grandparents arrived, it made things simultaneously better and worse.
They were there to see Brooklyn and Bianca off to school, and of course they were staying for Quincy’s upcoming wedding. Robyn knew her father’s mother wouldn’t judge her too harshly. But her mother’s parents were a different story. She could feel their disappointment oozing, even if they never said anything.
Nothing was worse than having to tell the possible fathers of her baby about what was happening. When Robyn got an invite from Alexander Goth to hang out with their school friends, she came out of hermit mode. She figured she could tell everyone at once what was going on with her.
The boy from school, aka Erik Rocca, bka possible baby daddy #1, did not take the news well.
He didn’t press her about who the other guy was. He didn’t want to know. And after he calmed down from the initial shock, he decided he would try to be a good father to their maybe baby. He promised her if the baby was his, she could count on him. Robyn was relieved to hear him say this, though she had no idea how that would work. While she was just a few days from her Young Adult birthday, Erik was much younger. If the baby was theirs, the child would be in school before Erik even graduated high school. But she tried not to fall down that dangerous thought spiral, and instead chose to focus on how nice Erik was being.
When her friend Kalyn quickly excused herself to “go jogging” then “go home,” Robyn was worried. Kalyn was Baby’s little sister and while Robyn assumed she knew nothing about their situation, there was always that chance…
When she got back home that night, she changed into pajamas. Before she could fall asleep, Baby texted her to come meet him on the porch. He was visibly distraught. It was written all over his face that the night they spent together was never far from his mind. When she sat on her bed and told him about the boy from school she was “seeing,” he had thought she was exaggerating to make him jealous, but now it was clear that there was a real boy.
He’d kept his distance from Robyn since then because he felt so conflicted about what they did. But after his sister told him that Robyn was pregnant and that some kid from their school might be the father, he needed to come see her and hear for himself what happened. Baby wanted to cry, and he wanted to scream at her, but instead he chose to comfort her. She just looked so sad and so hopeless.
“Just tell me one thing. Are you sure this baby is his?”
Her answer was barely audible. “No.”
After a while, hugging Robyn was too much for him, so he took a step back and hugged himself instead. “I don’t understand how we got here,” said Baby.
“One day you were just my friend’s kid sister, then suddenly I’m confessing to my father that I’m in love with someone who’s not my wife. Watcher, what have we done?! If this baby is mine, the whole world is going to freak out. You’re still in high school! Oh my Watcher, how did we get here?!?!”
“Whoa, Baby, calm down! If you freak out, then I’m going to freak out, and that’s not good for the baby,” said Robyn.
As soon as she said the words ‘good for the baby,’ Baby visibly calmed down. “That… that might be our baby. Can I feel?”
“Of course you can.”
“If this baby is ours, it will change everything,” said Baby quietly.
“I know,” whispered Robyn.
They both realized they’d been standing on the porch for a while. They kind of wanted to plot and plan for how they’d handle it if they were about to be parents together. But that would’ve been presumptive and foolish. So instead they said goodbye. Robyn promised to reach out to him after the baby was born.
The pregnancy didn’t get any easier for Robyn, but she knew no matter what, her baby would have a father. And the bigger she got, the more excited her mother got. Laurel wasn’t ready to be a grandmother, but it was happening, so she got on board.
Robyn needed her mother more than ever, and Laurel was there with advice at every turn.
Laurel was there when Robyn went into labor on the day of her Young Adult birthday.
Robyn wanted to blow out her candles before heading to the hospital. To put it mildly, she had mixed feelings about the day.
They finally arrived to the hospital, and Dr. Aadhya Villareal was ready to deliver yet another Epstein baby. By her count, this was number seven.
Robyn wished she knew before her son was born who his father was, that way the father could’ve come to the hospital as well. But sharing that moment with her mother was meaningful in it’s own way. It was a moment they would always remember.
And now she had an amazing little boy who was basically her clone and who always grabbed the world with both hands. She was pretty sure he was going to grow up spoiled. He lived in a house that currently had 6 adults doting on him, only sharing the attention with his aunt Emilie, but she couldn’t deny how excited she was to take a new look at the world around them through his eyes.