My sister-in-law always acted like the world owed her something — but nothing could have prepared me for her most outrageous demand yet. She didn’t just want a present… she wanted our child.
I’ve been married to Harry for seven years, and we have two beautiful kids, Maya and Luke. Our little family means everything to me — but when it comes to the extended family… things have never been simple.
From the moment I met my MIL, Charlotte, and my SIL, Candice, it was clear they were self-centered — and Candice proved it long before this nightmare started. She threw a tantrum at our wedding because my dress was “prettier” than hers.
Then, one dinner changed everything. Candice stood up, announced she was going to be a mom — and said the perfect birthday gift would be a daughter from us. Not a surrogate, not adoption… she wanted our child.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Harry and I weren’t having any more kids — and there was no way we would bring a baby into the world just to hand it over to someone else. But Candice didn’t see a problem with it. She insisted we “owed her” a child because she was “still single at almost thirty.”
The argument exploded. Harry stood beside me, insisting we would never do such a thing. But the craziness didn’t stop there. Days later, Candice came to our house with Charlotte by her side — and surprising amounts of baby store loot.
Charlotte had even tried to poke holes in our condoms, claiming she was “just helping.” Absolutely unreal. I couldn’t let this go on — but neither could I just confront them outright without a plan.
So I played along. I pretended to agree, acting pregnant, letting them rant about nursery themes, baby names, and every detail a mother obsessively plans. Nine months of living a lie — all to make a point.
Then, on Candice’s birthday, we invited the whole family for the big reveal. With a giant bow on the carrier, I walked in, holding what should have been their “gift.” Candice gasped… until she opened it and found a baby doll.
The room fell silent. Candice was furious — yelling that I had fooled her, that we pretended I was pregnant. Charlotte was stunned. I told everyone exactly why we did it.
Then Grace — Harry’s grandmother, the only truly kind person in the family — finally spoke up. She called out Candice and Charlotte for their absurdity, said she was writing them both out of her will, and walked out with us.
We left, hand in hand, while the others were left to face the consequences of their entitled demands. They got exactly what they deserved.
