Misha and Jerry were bursting with joy. Their gender reveal party was finally here. After two long years of trying for a baby, countless doctor visits, and more emotional roller coasters than they cared to admit, they were finally expecting! It was a moment they had both dreamed about, and now they were celebrating it with their closest family and friends.
“We made it,” Jerry said, squeezing Misha into a tight hug. His voice trembled with emotion. “This is the start of forever.”
Misha smiled up at him, her heart racing with happiness. It felt like a dream. The party had everything they wanted—bright decorations, delicious desserts, and the all-important cake. This cake wasn’t just any cake. It was a special creation made by Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was the one responsible for revealing the baby’s gender.
Nancy was excited about her role. “I’ll take care of everything,” she had promised earlier. “I know it’s going to be a girl, and I can’t wait to spoil her.”
On the day of the party, Misha’s mom helped with setting up the house, covering every surface with shades of pink and blue. Nancy arrived, however, wearing all black. It was a strange choice for such a celebratory occasion, but no one thought too much of it. The mood was still full of cheer and anticipation. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, ready for the big reveal.
Jerry and Misha stood by the cake, hearts pounding in their chests. The cake was the center of attention, and the moment had finally come. Phones were out, cameras were rolling, and the room fell into a hush as everyone prepared for the big countdown.
“Three… two… one!” they all shouted in unison.
Misha and Jerry cut into the cake, and as the first slice was lifted, the room fell silent. The inside wasn’t pink or blue. It was… black. Pure, solid black. No color. No pink, no blue, just an eerie blackness.
The room was stunned. Misha and Jerry stood frozen, staring at each other in disbelief. The excitement that had filled the air moments before was now replaced with confusion. Whispers of “What’s happening?” floated through the crowd.
Misha’s eyes darted around the room, and then she spotted Nancy. The black outfit now made sense. Nancy’s face was pale, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked like she was on the verge of falling apart.
“Misha… Jerry…” Nancy said, her voice barely above a whisper, her words shaky. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”
Misha’s heart sank. “Nancy, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice trembling with concern.
Jerry stepped forward, trying to stay calm but clearly shaken. “Mom, why is the cake black? What is happening?”
Nancy paused, wiping her eyes, clearly struggling to find the right words. “Ten years ago,” she began, her voice trembling, “I went to a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something that’s haunted me all these years. She said that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your life, Jerry. And it would bring illness to me.”
The room gasped. Everyone exchanged shocked looks, and the mood shifted from confusion to shock.
Jerry shook his head in disbelief. “Mom, you’ve believed this for ten years? Over something a fortune teller said?” His voice was full of anger and disbelief.
Nancy nodded, tears still streaming down her face. “I know it sounds crazy. I thought it was all nonsense, but when I was pregnant with you, Jerry, I couldn’t shake the fear. Everyone said this fortune teller was always right. So, I thought… I thought if I made the cake black, maybe it would stop the curse.”
Misha’s head was spinning. “You… you let a superstition ruin our moment?” she asked, her voice trembling with frustration.
Just then, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been quietly scrolling through her phone, looked up with a frown. “Wait a minute…” she said, tapping something on her screen. “Was the fortune teller’s name J. Morris?”
Nancy’s face turned even paler. “Yes! That’s her. How did you—”
Megan held up her phone, showing the room an article. “She was exposed as a fraud years ago. She was just a con artist taking advantage of people’s fears. She made a fortune off it.”
Nancy’s eyes widened, and her hands shook as the truth settled in. “All these years… I’ve been scared for nothing,” she whispered, clutching her chest in shock.
Jerry’s face was a mix of frustration and disbelief. “Mom, you let this ruin one of the happiest moments of our lives,” he said, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
Nancy sobbed softly, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice choked with guilt. “I never wanted to ruin your day. I just didn’t know how to let go of the fear.”
Seeing Nancy so distressed, Misha’s anger softened. She walked over and gently placed her hand on Nancy’s. “It’s okay, Mom. Now we know the truth. You can enjoy the rest of this pregnancy with us, without any more worries,” she said, her voice filled with understanding.
Nancy looked up at Misha, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief. “Thank you, Misha. I’m so, so sorry,” she whispered.
Jerry, trying to lighten the mood, gave a small laugh. “Wait… does this mean we’re having a boy?”
The entire room burst into laughter, breaking the tension. Even Nancy managed a small smile through her tears. Megan quickly snapped a picture of the black cake and grinned. “This is going on Instagram—#GothBabyReveal,” she joked.
And just like that, the party continued. Everyone grabbed a slice of the black cake, laughing about the weirdest gender reveal anyone had ever experienced. It wasn’t the reveal they had imagined, but with laughter, love, and family all around them, it still felt perfect.
Now, they just had to wait for their baby. Whatever came next, they were ready to face it together.
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