Glowing Gecko

07/22/2025

07/21/2025

Liam and I had dreamed of becoming parents for years. After several failed attempts at getting pregnant, we finally had our daughter.

One exhausting week in, he offered, “Let me and Mom take her for a walk — you nap.”

Grateful, I laid down and turned on the baby monitor.

Then I heard it. Liam forgot to turn off the baby monitor.

MIL: “You didn’t tell her, right?”

Him: “No. Of course not.”

Her: “Good. Be careful. We don't need the problems. If she finds out, everything’s ruined. Take the baby and leave quietly. Got it?”

Him: “Yeah, Mom. I’m not a kid.”

Then —
“Crap, the monitor’s still on.”
Click.

I sat up, heart pounding. Take the baby and leave? What plan?
They came home later, acting normal. Laughing. Calm. I barely slept, clutching the baby close. Maybe I misheard something?

But the very next morning — the crib was empty.

I ran out.

Liam's things packed. Her clothes, her bottles — GONE.

I thought I was living a nightmare. But before I could even scream, a car pulled into the driveway. ⬇️

07/21/2025

From the moment I married Jake, his mom Sharon made it clear I wasn't the DIL she wanted. Comments about my makeup, my nose, my hair — all "well-meaning" digs. I let it go.

When I got pregnant, she suddenly got super involved. Bought baby clothes. Texted weekly. Then she invited us to a "small gender reveal dinner."

We walked into a house packed with 25+ people. I was 7 months pregnant and instantly overwhelmed. But I smiled through it.

Then Sharon stood to give a toast.

She looked right at me and said:
"I just hope our little granddaughter doesn't inherit her mother's nose. Let's pray she gets MY genes instead — I've always been the pretty one, even now!"

I wanted to run out of the room.

The room laughed.

Jake didn't.

He stood, raised his glass, and said, "Actually," he said, "I have a toast too." ⬇️