The party is wonderful. Despite being small and with family, we have a very pleasant evening, laughing at Simba's mischief with the decorations.

My in-laws are the only ones who leave the house. They have their plans, but what surprises me is when they say goodbye and my mother-in-law tells me, "Darling, would you mind if we take Simba for the rest of the weekend? We have planned a trip to the countryside, and I'm sure Simba would be happy to have all that space to run. However, if you're not okay with it, I understand. He's your baby, and I'll accept whatever you say," she says nervously, with a smile.

"I have no problem with it. I'm not selfish enough to not let him be with you and just with me. Besides, it will be good for him to go out and have more space to run and explore," I reply. "If Mason agrees, I have no objections," I say, looking at my husband as he approaches me.

When he reaches my side, he wraps his arm around my waist and smiles at his mother. I'm not foolish enoug