I was Bianca Dent, and "Little Bulb" was our son's nickname. Malcolm insisted on calling him that because he believed the arrival of Barry Stone was like a bright light bulb lighting up our lives.
Thinking back to the intense gaming session earlier, where I didn't hear a peep from the baby, I felt a twinge of guilt wash over me.
"Couldn't you have just said he was your little brother or a relative's kid? There was no need for a full-on announcement…" I suggested, my voice laced with uncertainty.
In the entertainment industry, there were plenty of horror stories about secret marriages and love children coming to light, which was why we had been so cautious about revealing our family.
"Getting married and having a child isn't a bad thing. Why do we have to hide it?" he asked, his tone earnest.
"Why hide it? Because your status as Best Actor attracts too much attention!" I shot back, a mix of frustration and affection in my voice.
Malcolm's phone kept ringing in the living room, so he went out to deal with it, worried that the noise might wake up Little Bulb.