I didn’t wake or confront her.
Stephanie loved it. She didn’t question it once.
“A gender reveal? That’s perfect.”
That’s the moment I knew something was truly off beyond the messages.
Correctly ascertaining a baby’s gender at 10 weeks wasn’t accurate.
Still, my fiancée went along with everything.
She said she’d have her doctor give her the baby’s gender in secret, and then I could pass that on to the baker without finding out the sex beforehand.
She didn’t question it once.
I ordered a pink-and-blue cake and invited both families. Stephanie’s parents, Diane and Robert. My parents, Jeremy and Linda. I even reached out to a few friends to make it feel real.
But that wasn’t all I did.
I also called my doctor and set up an appointment.
If I were going to do this, I needed to be certain about everything.
***
On the day of the event, I arrived early.
I checked the setup, talked to the technician, and made sure the projector worked exactly the way I needed it to.
I also called my doctor.
***
Guests started arriving around noon. People laughed, talked, and took pictures.
Stephanie walked in last, wearing white, smiling as if she’d already won.
She came over and kissed me on the cheek.
“Everything looks amazing,” she said.
I nodded.
“It will be.”
