Heath could hardly contain himself, he was so excited. He’d gotten Chelsea’s text a few hours earlier. For the rest of the day, he found himself bouncing off of the walls in pure joy. He was going to have a son! While it was true he would’ve been happy with a girl, especially if she looked like Chelsea, he was so proud he’d have a little boy, someone to carry on his family name.
Except, he reminded himself, the child’s last name would have to be Grand, like Chelsea’s. He was on his way to pick her up for dinner now, and the thought soured his mood. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her last name, it was just… he wanted his son to be named Black, like him. Like his father and grandfather. He hadn’t even told his parents yet for fear they might slip up and tell Chelsea’s parents. They were all
