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WE CUT OUR CAKE AT THE GENDER REVEAL PARTY, AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE BLACK

WE CUT OUR CAKE AT THE GENDER REVEAL PARTY, AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE BLACK — I TURNED MY HEAD AND SAW MY MIL CRYING.

This was our first and long-awaited child, so we decided to throw a big gender reveal party, inviting the whole family! We entrusted the ultrasound results to my MIL and asked her to give them to the bakery.

On the big day, my mom helped with the decorations and hors d’oeuvres, and soon the gorgeous white cake arrived. The excitement was in the air as everyone counted down with us.

Amid applause, Jerry and I sliced into the cake. But as we pulled out the first slice, the room fell silent — the inside of the cake was completely BLACK.

We were confused, and as I looked around, I noticed my MIL. HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED IT? She was dressed in black and wiping away tears.

My heart dropped as I took in the sight of my mother-in-law, dressed in black, tears streaming down her cheeks. The room was still and heavy, the once festive atmosphere replaced by an eerie, suffocating silence. Jerry was staring at the cake, just as confused as I was, his hands still gripping the knife. I could feel my pulse quickening, a sense of dread slowly creeping in.

“What… what does this mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I looked over at Jerry, hoping he had some sort of answer, but he just shook his head, bewildered.

I turned my attention to my mother-in-law, who was now openly sobbing, her shoulders shaking. She looked up at me, her eyes red and filled with a pain that made my stomach twist. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I didn’t want to ruin today. I wanted to find the right time to tell you, but… I couldn’t.”

My mind was racing, trying to piece together what she was saying. The cake, her black dress, the tears — none of it made sense. “Tell us what?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended, the confusion and fear making me impatient. “What’s going on?”

She took a deep, shaky breath and slowly stood up, clutching a small piece of paper in her hand. “I… I got the call from the doctor yesterday,” she began, her words barely audible over the tense silence in the room. “They said they needed to speak to you both, but I… I wanted to protect you, even if just for a little while longer.”

“What are you talking about?” Jerry said, his voice sounding strained, like he was struggling to keep it together. “What did the doctor say?”

My mother-in-law stepped closer, and I could see she was holding the ultrasound results — the very same results we had given her, the ones meant for the bakery. “I opened them,” she said, her hands trembling. “I know I shouldn’t have, but when I heard the message from the clinic, I… I couldn’t help it.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. We were supposed to cut into a cake and see pink or blue, surrounded by cheers and joy. Not this. Anything but this.

“What did it say?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, afraid to hear the answer.

She looked down at the paper, then back up at us, her eyes filled with an unbearable sadness. “They found something… something wrong with the baby. The doctor wanted you to come in to discuss it, but… but the cake was already ordered, the party was planned, and I didn’t want to spoil it. I thought maybe… maybe we could still have this one moment of joy, before…”

Her voice trailed off, and I felt the room start to spin. Jerry stepped forward, his face pale, his hands shaking. “What do you mean, ‘something wrong?’” he asked, his voice cracking. “What did they find?”

She struggled to find the words, her voice breaking as she spoke. “They said there were complications… serious ones. The baby… the baby might not survive the pregnancy.” She looked at the black cake, her tears falling freely now. “I’m so sorry.”

The world felt like it was collapsing around me. I could hear people murmuring, shifting uncomfortably, but it all felt distant, like I was underwater. I wanted to scream, to cry, to say something, but I was frozen, my mind reeling from the shock. Jerry looked like he had been punched in the gut, his eyes wide, disbelief etched across his face.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, the word tumbling out of my mouth before I could even think. “No, this can’t be real. There must be a mistake.”

My mother-in-law stepped closer, reaching out to me, but I took a step back, unable to process what was happening. “I wish it was,” she whispered. “I wanted so badly for this to be a mistake, but I’ve spoken to the doctors. They want to see you both as soon as possible, to discuss… to discuss your options.”

I felt Jerry’s hand on my back, trying to steady me, but I could feel him shaking, too. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. We were supposed to be celebrating, imagining a future filled with laughter and tiny footsteps, not… not this.

I looked at my mother-in-law, trying to understand why she had done this, why she hadn’t told us sooner. “Why the cake?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why did you make it black?”

She closed her eyes, as if trying to summon the strength to answer. “I didn’t know how else to tell you,” she said quietly. “I thought… I thought it would be easier if you didn’t hear it from me. If you saw it, maybe… maybe it would make it less real. But I was wrong. I’m so sorry.”

For a long moment, none of us said anything. The room felt heavy with grief and confusion, the anticipation and excitement from earlier a distant memory. I looked at the black cake, the slice still on the knife, and felt a wave of nausea.

Jerry’s grip tightened on my back, and I could feel his breath hitch as he tried to hold back his tears. “We need to talk to the doctor,” he said, his voice hoarse. “We need to find out what’s going on.”

I nodded, still feeling like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I could barely breathe, but I knew he was right. We needed answers, and we weren’t going to get them here, surrounded by this crowd of shocked, silent faces. I glanced around at the guests, who were all staring at us, unsure of what to do, and realized that this moment, this day that was supposed to be filled with joy, was now tainted by the darkest news I could have imagined.

“We need to go,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “We need to leave.”

Jerry nodded, his hand slipping into mine, and together we turned to walk away from the cake, from the party, from everything that was supposed to be. I could hear people calling out to us, asking if we were okay, but I couldn’t respond. I just needed to get out, to breathe, to escape this unbearable reality.

As we stepped outside, the cold air hit my face, and I felt the first tear slide down my cheek. Jerry pulled me into his arms, and I finally let go, sobbing against his chest, the pain and fear pouring out of me. He held me tightly, his own tears mingling with mine, and for a long time, we just stood there, clinging to each other, trying to find comfort in a moment that offered none.

“I’m scared,” I whispered, my voice barely audible against his chest. “I’m so scared.”

“I know,” he said, his voice cracking. “Me too. But we’re going to get through this. Together.”

I wanted to believe him, but I didn’t know how. All I could see was the black cake, the dark symbol of everything we had lost before we even had a chance to hold it, to love it. But as we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I realized that this was all we could do — hold on, even when everything else was falling apart.

We didn’t know what the future held, but we were going to face it together. And somehow, that would have to be enough.

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