Three days after an emergency C-section, I brought my newborn daughter home and found her nursery painted completely black by my MIL. My husband didn’t yell or throw her out. He made one quiet phone call—and when she realized who he’d called, she begged him to stop.
The paint fumes hit me before my eyes even understood what they were seeing.
I stood in the doorway of my daughter’s nursery, three days out of surgery.
For months, I’d dreamed about bringing my baby home to the nursery I’d prepared myself — cream walls covered with tiny hand-painted wildflowers and a white crib.
Now, every wall that had once held my hand-painted wildflowers was covered in thick, black paint.
Every wall was covered in thick, black paint.
The curtains.
The floor.
Even the crib I had assembled myself was slathered in thick, dripping black paint.
And the culprit was standing by the window with a roller in her hand.
Patricia. My mother-in-law.
The culprit was standing by the window with a roller in her hand.
“What have you done?” I whispered.
She shrugged as if I had asked about the weather.
“There’s no little heir coming home, is there? I thought we might as well stop pretending this room was something special.”
I held Olivia tighter against my chest.
“What have you done?”
My legs shook, and I wasn’t sure if it was the stitches or the rage.
Stephen appeared behind me.
His eyes moved from the black walls to the ruined crib, and something in his face went still.
“Don’t make a scene,” Patricia said. “It’s only paint. You can redo everything when you finally have a boy.”
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