My MIL Wanted a Grandson So Bad—But Fate Had Other Plans, and I Got the Last Laugh
Pregnancy was supposed to be magical, but with my mother-in-law Sheila around, it became a battleground of expectations. From painting the nursery blue without asking to burning mystery herbs and chanting “Strong seed, strong son,” Sheila took over like she owned my bump.
Jake, my sweet husband, tried to ease my stress, but his mom wasn’t having a girl—emotionally or mentally.
“If it’s a girl, I honestly don’t know how I’ll cope,” she scoffed.
“Were you a boy too?” I muttered.
Then came the ultimate twist—our “baby boy” turned out to be a beautiful little girl. While I held my daughter with joy, Sheila spiraled. She even questioned if the baby was Jake’s.
I decided it was time for a little revenge. I dressed our daughter in blue, joked about swapping babies, and watched Sheila’s face freeze. But she took it literally—and called Child Protective Services.
CPS cleared us in minutes. Jake smirked. Sheila stood silent, ashamed.
“Better start loving her fast,” I told her. “She’s family—whether you like it or not.”
And just like that, the real heir to our hearts was crowned.