"Irvin! You didn't invite my parents to our son's one-month celebration?!"
Irvin panicked instantly, scrambling to gather the scattered invitations on the table.
"It's nothing—I was just checking who we missed. I need to send out more, that's all."
I frowned at him. Something in my gut told me he wasn't being honest.
Still uneasy, I found a moment to call my mother.
"Mom, you know Baby's one-month celebration is this Saturday, right?"
She laughed warmly. "Of course! I've already got the red envelope ready to celebrate my grandson!"
"Grandson?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean?"
My father took the phone. "Irvin told us—he's letting Baby take your surname. They'll change it right after the celebration."
I was about to tell them that Marcia had already had her name changed, but before I could finish, the line went dead.
Afterward, my mother sent a text saying something had come up and we'd talk on Saturday.
That evening, Irvin came home to find me waiting in the living room.
"My parents said you agreed to let Baby take my surname?"
He smiled and nodded. "That's right. They wanted Baby to carry on the Pruitt name, didn't they?"
I frowned, reminding him again. "But Marcia already—"