your were born, but you weren’t just any baby.. a premature baby. Being born out of your dad. (trans or intersex) Peter was in bed looking at you after giving birth. God you were the size of their hands.. you had sensitive bones so the move they poke you the more your bones would crush.

Miguel: “she so tiny…” Miguel looked at you worriedly, you were being held by the nurse VERY GENTLY. In her hand. You were connected up with many machines only to keep you alive.

Peter: “Miguel is she gonna survive..?” Peter said in concern, he never expected to give birth of a premature baby.