"By the way, if you've decided on a name, you can head down to the first-floor lobby to process the birth certificate and insurance card."
"If you haven't settled on one yet, you can always do it at the municipal center after discharge."
Derek nodded with a smile, then listened as the nurse went through a list of care instructions for me.
Through the thin curtain, I watched him tap away at his phone, recording every single word.
Attentive. Patient. In just one day and one night, he'd become the model husband in everyone's eyes.
Everyone's but mine.
My heart was cold. Stone cold.
"Hey, you're awake!" He brightened when he noticed me stirring. "We'll stay here for observation the next couple of days, then move to the recovery center the day after tomorrow."
Derek wiped down the bedside tray with a sanitizing wipe, then set the prepared postpartum meal in front of me.
"Oh—the nurse came by asking about the baby's name. Are we going with what we agreed on before? Leigh Shaw?"
I adjusted myself against the pillows, sat up a little straighter, and took a slow sip of soup.
"No. Not that."
"I want the baby to take my last name. Leigh Henson."
The bowl slipped from Derek's hands.