"Dad, you want to come cut the cord?" Viv asked.
My body was going through the motions. I snipped the cord that connected my baby to his mother. Then a nurse wrapped him in a blanket and put him in my arms. He was covered in all kinds of gunk, but... he was beautiful. His crying stopped, and he was wiggling around the best he could. I didn't take my eyes off of him as I walked towards Bly.
When I finally tore my eyes away from my son, I looked at my girl. She was still crying, and she looked exhausted, but she was looking at our son. I rested him on her chest and she wrapped her arms around him. A choked sound left her throat as she stared at our baby.
"He's definitely yours," Angie gushed, tears in her voice. "That eye-shape and those ears... totally you."
"He just looks like an alie
