"How about... Alan?" Grayson asked.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Alan? So in other words, you want to name our son after your middle name?"

"Fine, not Alan," Grayson said. "You're so picky."

"I'm picky?" I asked. "You shot down all of my suggestions? I only shot down two of yours."

Grayson ignored me, even though I was right. I suggested so many names, yet he shot down every single one, claiming its not a cool enough name for our son. "Oh, I have the perfect name," Grayson said with a smile. "It's cool, awesome, and basically the definition of the best person alive."

"What?"

"Grayson."

I...