My son and his pregnant wife came over for my birthday party. While my daughter and I played with the kids, they stayed by the grill. When we came back, they were gone, along with all the food.
I asked my husband about it, and he said that my DIL wanted to take it home “for the baby.”
At first, I just stood there, blinking. Everyone else had plates in their hands, waiting. The cousins, the uncles, even the neighbor who always brought deviled eggs was there.
But the grill? Empty. The trays?
Gone. My own birthday cake? Half of it had been packed up too.
“I thought she just meant a few leftovers,” my husband added, scratching his head. “Didn’t realize they were taking everything.”
I wanted to be understanding. She was pregnant, after all, and cravings can be wild.
But this? This was more than cravings. This was taking ribs meant for twenty people and not saying a word.
We scrambled to put together something from what was left in the fridge. My daughter microwaved a few frozen pizzas. My sister ran to the store for another cake.
People were kind, saying it was fine, but the mood had shifted. The laughter was thinner. The next day, I called my son.
“Hey,” I said, “Did something happen yesterday? We were surprised when you left.”
He sounded distracted. “Oh yeah, sorry about that, Mom.
Lily wasn’t feeling great, and we figured we’d just eat at home.”
“But… you took all the food.”
“Yeah, well, she said she’d been waiting all day and didn’t want to eat junk. You know how she is. And she’s eating for two now.”
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