“Call?!” Ethan’s voice was incredulous with hurt.
“You thought sending this was a better idea than just telling us?!”
My MIL wrung her hands nervously. “I didn’t know how to say it.”
“Say what?” I interjected, my voice trembling.
Linda took a deep breath, her eyes welling with tears. “I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
Complete, deafening silence.
I blinked at her, sure I’d misheard. “You’re…what?”
Rick cleared his throat, his voice thick with emotion.
“It’s true. We didn’t think it was possible.
I mean, I had a vasectomy years ago.”
He laughed nervously. “Guess it wasn’t as foolproof as we thought.”
“We were so overwhelmed by this news and trying to figure out how to break it to you that we panicked and chose to avoid you instead,” Rick explained.
“We skipped Thanksgiving because we hadn’t mentioned the pregnancy beforehand and didn’t want to suddenly arrive with a pregnant belly! We thought the test was the way to tell you the news,” Linda continued.
The cryptic messages.
The avoidance. Suddenly, it all made sense! At their age, a baby wasn’t just unexpected, it was unimaginable!
“You couldn’t have just told us?” Ethan asked, his voice softer now.
“We would’ve understood.”
Linda’s face crumpled.
“We didn’t know how you’d react. I mean, this is insane, right? We’re about to be new parents again!
How could we explain that?”
My husband’s expression softened, and he let out a shaky laugh.
“Yeah, it’s insane that I’m going to be a big brother to someone. But it’s not something you needed to hide.”
Finally, my husband and I looked at each other and started laughing before I reached into my bag, pulling out the onesie we’d planned to give them. Luckily, I hadn’t taken it out of my bag since we bought it, so I handed it to Linda.
“Congratulations, Grandma and Grandpa.
You guys are going to be grandparents and parents at the same time!”
My MIL stared at the onesie for a moment before bursting into tears. “You’re pregnant?”
I nodded, tears springing to my own eyes. “Looks like this family’s about to get a lot bigger!”
Rick enveloped Ethan in a bear hug, while Linda pulled me into hers!
The weight of the past few months seemed to lift at that moment, replaced by something lighter: joy, relief, and maybe even a little humor at the absurdity of it all.
The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and celebration. Linda showed us the guest room, which they converted into a nursery filled with baby clothes and a crib. That’s why they kept it locked.
Rick pulled out a bottle of sparkling cider, and we toasted to the wildest Thanksgiving any of us had ever had!
Ethan and I promised we’d work with them to help navigate this next chapter, and they swore to stop keeping secrets from us. As we sat around the table, pie crumbs scattered across our plates, Linda reached for my hand.
“I’m sorry we’ve been so distant. I was so scared of what you’d think, but I should’ve trusted you,” she said.
I squeezed her hand.
“We’re family. That’s what we’re here for.”
Ethan leaned back in his chair, a wide grin on his face. “So, Mom, what do you think about a joint baby shower?”
Linda laughed, wiping away the last of her tears.
“Only if you let me bring the spaghetti emoji cake!”
We all erupted into laughter, the kind that leaves your cheeks sore and your heart full. Thanksgiving hadn’t gone as planned, but in its own chaotic way, it had brought us closer than ever.
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