Birdie's POV

I was over the moon. My little baby was finally here. After just a few pushes, he was born on December twenty-seventh, two days before his due date. I wasn’t blaming it on Theodore and our fallout, but I was sure that triggered something inside of me.

He had a blond, almost white full head of hair, and he was already latched onto my nipple, eating a late-night snack. It felt weird at first, but I quickly got used to it. He was calm, only cried for a few minutes when he was born ...