His family's orchard back in his hometown had been bleeding money for years. It was only after I'd suggested it countless times that he'd reluctantly taken a regular job. But with his mediocre skills and inflated ego, work hadn't exactly been going well for him.
"Honey, there's something I wanted to run by you."
Irvin's sudden words put me on alert. I had a feeling this wasn't going to be good.
"Go ahead."
"So, Baby's one-month celebration is coming up. I was thinking—we should really do it up right, you know? Make it a big event!"
I frowned immediately. "He's just a baby. Something simple is fine. Besides, we didn't even throw a party when Marcia turned one month old."
Irvin's response was almost reflexive. "That's completely different!"
The moment the words left his mouth and he saw my expression darken, he scrambled to explain.
"I mean—because we didn't do it for Marcia, we should definitely do it for Baby! Plus, think about all the gift money my parents have given out over the years at other people's celebrations. This is our chance to get some of that back!"
I stared at his calculating face, cold amusement rising in my chest. "Fine. If you want to throw a party, throw one."