Megan let out a humorless chuckle. “I didn’t tell you because, if you recall, you once said—and I quote—you’d ‘kill me’ if I got pregnant before finishing school. The only people who actually supported me were my brother and his wife.”
“Megan…” Diane’s voice trembled. “Why—why didn’t you just come to me?”
Megan exhaled sharply. “Honestly? I wasn’t ready to tell anyone yet. But thanks to you, that decision was taken out of my hands.”
Diane looked like she wanted to respond, but Megan wasn’t finished.
“You already picked a name for my baby, Mom. You gave an entire speech about Hayden like you were the one carrying them. You took something that wasn’t yours and made it all about you. Again.” Megan shook her head, a mix of frustration and disbelief crossing her face.
Diane opened her mouth again, but no words came out.
Megan folded her arms. “Oh, and about the baby’s name? I’m either naming them after my brother—” she gestured toward Ethan, “—or after the one person who actually stood by me through all of this.”
I couldn’t help the slow smirk that formed as I casually sipped my drink.
Diane, grasping at any last shred of control, huffed, “Well, that’s just absurd!”
Megan arched an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean kind of like how you decided my child’s name before even knowing if they existed?”
Diane turned to me then, her eyes silently begging, as if I was supposed to rescue her.
Maybe next time, she’d think twice before prying into things that weren’t her business—because this time, it had completely backfired.
Diane, utterly mortified, barely uttered a word for the rest of the evening. The rest of the family did their best to act as if they hadn’t just witnessed the most chaotic and unforgettable pregnancy reveal imaginable.
In the following weeks, Diane scrambled to salvage her reputation, but the damage was done—everyone in the family already knew the truth.
And me? Well, let’s just say Diane doesn’t go poking around my house anymore. One explosive pregnancy fiasco was enough to make sure she learned her lesson.
