As Misha and Jerry cut the cake at their gender reveal party, they find a black sponge where pink or blue should be. After the couple recovers from their shock, they finally understand why Jerry’s mother did what she did, as absurd as it is…
This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives.
After two years of trying, countless doctor visits, and more tears than I care to count, we were finally pregnant.
I felt like after all our pain, the stars had finally aligned, and we were on our way to our happily ever after.
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“This is our moment, my love,” Jerry, my husband, told me. “We’re finally going to be happy, and our family will be complete.”
“I know,” I agreed. “I can’t wait until the little one is here and ready to wreck their chaos on the world!”
Jerry and I wanted to make the announcement special, so we thought that a big gender-reveal party felt perfect. We invited both sides of the family, hired a local bakery for the cake, and left the ultrasound results with Jerry’s mom, Nancy.
Assorted cakes at a bakery | Source: Midjourney
“I’ll take care of everything, Misha,” she said. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll sort the cake out and get a special present for my grandbaby! I hope the baby is a girl! I just want to be a girl-grandmother and spoil the heck out of her.”
When Nancy offered to take care of everything cake-related, we trusted her to keep the secret. And if I’m being honest, it felt good to let her be involved.
Nancy had been desperate to feel included ever since we shared our pregnancy news.
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My mom helped me set up for the big day, arranging the platters of food on the dining table and tying pink and blue balloons to every possible surface.
It was a typical Pinterest setting, and I loved it.
I couldn’t stop smiling. This was something that I had dreamed about forever.
A gender reveal setting | Source: Midjourney
There were flower arrangements and a banner that read, “He or She? Let’s See!”, enough desserts to satisfy all my cravings, and the gorgeous white cake that took center stage.
Jerry’s whole family, his cousins, his brother, his aunt—the whole entourage had come over, filling the house with chatter and excitement.
A crowd of people at a gender reveal party | Source: Midjourney
Nancy showed up wearing black, which was odd, but I brushed it off. She wasn’t exactly a fashionista. Maybe she thought it was slimming or elegant.
Who even knew?
As we gathered around the cake, everyone was buzzing with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.
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Jerry put his arm around me, pulling me close.
“Ready, love?” he whispered.
I grinned.
“Let’s do this!” I said.
The room counted down with us.
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“Three… two… one!”
We sliced into the cake together, the knife gliding easily through the soft layers. But as the first piece emerged, the energy in the room shifted in an instant.
The entire cake was black inside.
Not blue. Not pink. Just… pitch black.
Jerry put his arm around me, pulling me close.
“Ready, love?” he whispered.
I grinned.
“Let’s do this!” I said.
The room counted down with us.
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“Three… two… one!”
We sliced into the cake together, the knife gliding easily through the soft layers. But as the first piece emerged, the energy in the room shifted in an instant.
The entire cake was black inside.
Not blue. Not pink. Just… pitch black.
A black cake with white icing | Source: Midjourney
The room went silent.
My stomach twisted. For a second, I thought it was some kind of prank, but no one was laughing.
Nobody at all.
I glanced at Jerry, who looked equally confused. People exchanged awkward glances, unsure whether to keep filming or to put their phones away.
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But it was like a car crash, where people just couldn’t turn away.
I scanned the crowd until my eyes landed on Nancy.
How could I have missed it before?
She was standing off to the side, dressed head to toe in black. Black dress, black scarf, black shoes.
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And now… was she crying?
“Nancy?” I called out, frowning.
She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do,” she said.
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“What do you mean? Why would you order a black cake?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady and my blood pressure from rising.
Jerry grabbed my arm, bewildered.
“Mom, what’s going on?” he asked.
Nancy dabbed her eyes, visibly trembling.
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“It’s not about the cake! It’s about what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.”
Jerry’s patience was wearing thin.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
Nancy sniffed and took a deep breath, as if preparing to unburden herself from something she’d carried for far too long.
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“Ten years ago, I went to see a fortune teller with my sister. The woman was amazing—accurate beyond belief at the time. She told me that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would ruin your family, Jerry. And it would bring a terrible illness upon me.”
Everyone gasped collectively.
Jerry’s jaw dropped.
“Wait, what? You’ve been believing this nonsense for ten years?”
A fortune teller | Source: Midjourney
Nancy nodded, wringing her hands.
“I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it! She was famous! Everyone in town said her predictions were always right.”
My heart sank.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney