There’s nosy, and then there’s Diane-level nosy. But when she found a pregnancy test in my bathroom and made a shocking announcement, she had no idea just how badly it would backfire.
It started like any normal morning. I was halfway through my coffee, enjoying the quiet, when I heard it—the unmistakable creak of floorboards upstairs. My grip on the mug tightened.
That wasn’t right.
My mother-in-law, Diane, was visiting and had been instructed to use the downstairs guest bathroom. There was no reason for her to be upstairs, let alone snooping around in my private space.
Frowning, I set my coffee down and took the stairs two at a time. A weird feeling crawled up my spine—part annoyance, part unease. As I turned into the master bedroom, I froze.
Diane stood in my master bathroom, staring at the counter. Not just staring—fixated.
My stomach twisted.
“Diane?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “That’s… not the guest bathroom.”
She turned slowly, and for a split second, I caught her expression—somewhere between guilt and something else. Excitement? Satisfaction? I couldn’t tell. But what really sent a chill through me was the way she smirked.
She didn’t say a word. Just gave me this knowing little glance, brushed past me, and strolled out like she hadn’t just been caught trespassing in my most private space.
Hesitant, I stepped into the bathroom. My eyes followed hers—straight to the pregnancy test on the counter.
Positive.
A cold, sinking feeling settled in my gut.
She knew.
I let out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the sink. What the hell was she doing up here? And more importantly… why did she look so damn pleased?
The BBQ Disaster
Two weeks later, we were at Diane’s house for a big family BBQ. If I had known the insanity that was about to unfold, I would’ve faked a stomachache to stay home.
The backyard was packed—uncles manning the grill, kids splashing in the pool, aunts gossiping in the shade. I was sipping my lemonade, trying to shake the uneasy feeling curling in my gut. Diane had been acting… weird. Smug, almost. Like she had a secret she couldn’t wait to spill.
Then, right as everyone settled down with their food, she stood, clinking her glass.
Conversations died down. People turned toward her, waiting, glasses raised.
“To Hayden!” she declared. “To Hayden! May you have a long, healthy life, sweet baby!”
A puzzled murmur rippled through the crowd. My father-in-law frowned. “Who’s Hayden?”
Diane beamed at me, eyes shining with triumph. “Your baby, of course! Since I was the first to find out about your pregnancy, I thought it was only right that I name my first grandchild!”
Silence. Thick, suffocating silence.
My throat went dry. I barely registered the stunned expressions around me. Ethan turned, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something between shock and betrayal.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was low, but there was hurt in every syllable.
I blinked at him, completely stunned. “Because I’m not pregnant.”
The silence deepened. Then a wave of confused murmurs.
Diane’s smile faltered. “There’s no need to keep it secret, really! I saw the test!”
I stiffened. “What test?”
“The one in your bathroom, of course,” she said, her voice still sweet but now tinged with frustration. “There was a positive pregnancy test! You won’t fool me.”
And that’s when it hit me.
Oh.
Oh, no.
I knew exactly whose test that was.
I turned slowly, my stomach twisting into knots, locking eyes with the one person who had been shifting uncomfortably since the toast.
Ethan’s sister.
Her face was pale, her grip on her wine glass trembling slightly. And just like that, the entire BBQ exploded into chaos.
Over the noise, over the shouting and gasps, I only heard one thing—Ethan’s sister, whispering under her breath:
“Oh, my God.”
The Fallout
The world seemed to freeze. Megan, arms crossed over her chest, squared her shoulders. “Mom, Dad. I’m pregnant.”
Gasps. My father-in-law, Thomas, blinked, jaw slack. Diane opened and closed her mouth like a fish, struggling for words.
Megan let out a dry laugh. “I didn’t tell you because you said—and I quote—you’d kill me if I got pregnant before graduating.”
Diane turned ghostly white. “I never said that!”
“Yes, you did, Mom.” Megan’s voice was cold. “And guess what? The people who actually supported me were my brother and his wife. They didn’t judge me. They let me breathe.”
Diane swallowed. Her perfect little family image was crumbling before her eyes.
Megan sighed. “You were so obsessed with a pregnancy that wasn’t even real, and now that one is, you can’t handle it?”
Diane stammered, “I—I just—”
“No,” Megan cut her off. “You just made this about you, like always.”
The silence that followed could’ve shattered glass.
Diane looked utterly, completely lost.
Megan, however, was just getting started. “Oh, and about the baby’s name?” She glanced around at the stunned family before landing her gaze back on her mother. “I’m either naming them after my brother—or after my only real supporter.”
Then, to my absolute delight, she turned to me, flashing a wicked little grin. “Which means Hayden is out.”
I took a deliberate sip of my drink. The lemonade was crisp, refreshing, and tasted exactly like revenge.
Diane’s face twisted—horrified, humiliated, powerless.
Through gritted teeth, she spat, “I need another drink.”
Diane tried to do damage control over the next few weeks, but it was too late—the family knew the truth. Some relatives mumbled about “respecting parents,” but most saw through her antics.
Megan moved forward with her pregnancy on her terms, setting firm boundaries. As for me? Well, let’s just say Diane no longer snoops around my house anymore.
One unexpected pregnancy scandal was enough to teach her that lesson.
