Birdie's POV
Dinner was nice. We all sat outside at the big table and ate all the steaks and sausages Dad put on the barbecue. He also had some corn on the cob, and other veggies he grilled. It was delicious, and since I was sitting on the far end of the table, I didn’t get a chance to tease Dad or Theo with my feet or hands under the table. I was being good, but only because I had to.
Delilah sat next to me and on the other side of me there was Ava, eating with the help of her dad. My plate was clean and I got up to wash my hands in the kitchen.
“Will you get us another round of beer, Birdie?” Dad asked, and I nodded.
“Of course.”
I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen sink to clean my hands and mouth. I love a good barbecue, and I wished we could’ve had one each d
