He suddenly leaned down and kissed my forehead, gazing at me with what looked like pure devotion.
"It's fine, sweetheart. I've thought it through. If both children take your name, I'm okay with that."
His words only deepened my confusion.
Since when had he become a completely different person?
And even if he truly agreed—what about his mother? Would she ever accept this?
That night, I tested the waters with my mother-in-law.
To my surprise, she agreed as well.
"Yes, Irvin mentioned it. Your parents are getting older—it's only natural they'd want a grandchild to carry on the family name."
With her saying that, I let the matter go.
After all, if both children took my surname, my parents would only end up giving more.
The next morning, I dressed Baby in his outfit for the celebration. Then my mother-in-law spoke up.
"Greta, dear, the venue's going to be packed with people. Why don't you and Baby just stay home? No need to deal with all that chaos—what if the crowd overwhelms him?"
I stared at her, bewildered. "Today is his one-month celebration. How can he not be there?"