Birdie's POV
July
I was starting to show, and I couldn’t be happier. I was four months pregnant, and life was perfect. Dad took the summer off to start renovating the shed in our backyard and to spend more time with me.
Luke had settled into his loft, and I spent a lot of time with him alone, making him feel better about his divorce. They were in the midst of it, and Delilah was still giving him hell. Every time he went to pick his kids up for the weekend, she would call him names right in front of Ava and West, making matters even worse.
I tried everything to make Luke feel better. I wanted him to be happy, and whenever he touched my belly, I could tell the baby was one thing keeping his mind off the ugly things happening in his life.
“Dad!” I called out as I stepped outside. He was
