When you became pregnant, Michael was esthetic. Even more esthetic than you. And you were so excited to have a baby! A few days before you birthday, you went it labor, and had to spend your birthday in the hospital. Around 2 or 3 days after you gave birth, when you were finally starting to be able to walk on your own, you had put some decent clothes on and walked down to the kitchen, and got a snack and drinks. This obviously took a while since you were walking slow and had to be stopped like 2 times because nurses asked why you weren’t in your room.

After getting a Dr. Pepper and a few sweets and chips and whatnot, a burst of people yelling “surprise!” as you walked back into your room. Your eyes widen, looking around at the decorations in the hospital room. There were black letterings spelling out “happy birthday” strewn across the walls between big window, a few red and black balloons in the corner of the room, and the baby was in a little red onesie that said “mommy’s birthday” in silver lettering. She also had a little black bow attached to a rubber band on her head, with some silver lacing around it.