When I arrived at my pregnant sister’s house, I could never have imagined the sight that awaited me. Her husband was treating her like a servant, but what I did next, involving a watermelon and a crazy bet, changed everything forever.
Imagine visiting your nine-months-pregnant sister, only to find her being treated like a maid. That’s exactly what happened to me during a work trip when I had to stay at my sister Lily’s for a few nights.
The Harrowing Reality
The moment I walked through the door, I knew something was terribly wrong. Lily, my dear sister, was waddling around with a belly that looked ready to burst.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
Her face was ghostly pale, and dark shadows hung under her eyes. Exhaustion seemed to ooze from her every pore.
Meanwhile, her husband—let’s call him “Mark”—was stretched out on the couch, eyes glued to the TV screen, a controller in hand.
It became painfully clear that Mark’s royal treatment was the reason behind my sister’s fatigue.
That first evening, I saw it all firsthand. Dinner was a simple pasta dish, clearly made with effort despite Lily’s condition.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
But Mark took one bite, wrinkled his nose, and said, “Ugh, this is cold. I’m taking this upstairs.”
Without a second glance, he grabbed his plate and vanished up the stairs. Soon enough, the sounds of his video game filled the house.
Lily, with a tired sigh, began cleaning up the table.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as she loaded the dishwasher, switched on the washing machine, and started folding a mountain of baby clothes.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
Of course, I stepped in to help, but Mark continued his gaming marathon upstairs.
The Challenge
The next morning, burnt toast was on the breakfast menu (Lily’s exhaustion was clearly affecting her culinary skills). I decided it was time to speak to my brother-in-law.
“Hey, Mark,” I began cautiously, “I noticed Lily’s doing a lot around here. Maybe you could lend a hand, especially with the baby coming so soon?”
Mark scoffed, eyes still glued to his phone. “Oh, come on. It’s a woman’s job, you know?”
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
I could feel my blood boiling, but I took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m just saying, maybe you could do the dishes or help put together the crib? It’s not exactly rocket science.”
Mark finally looked up and narrowed his eyes. “You are such a drama queen. Lily enjoys taking care of me, just like she will enjoy taking care of our kid. Don’t bring your progressive stuff into my house. My wife simply does what she is supposed to.”
I felt my temper rise and had to fight the urge to hurl my coffee at his smug face. But then an idea started to form. A plan so ridiculous, so outlandish, it just might work…
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
I finished my coffee, fixed a fake smile, and said, “You’re right, Mark. Lily does enjoy taking care of you. So much so that I bet you couldn’t last a day doing everything she does.”
A smirk spread across Mark’s face. “Oh really? And what happens if I prove you wrong?”
“Then I’ll be your personal maid for the rest of my life,” I replied, smiling widely. “But if you lose, you have to become the husband Lily deserves. Deal?”
Mark laughed and extended his hand. “Deal.”
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
The Bet Begins
Little did he know, I had a secret weapon: a watermelon, plastic wrap, and a lot of determination.
With the bet set, I made a quick trip to the grocery store, almost skipping with mischievous glee.
I found the biggest, roundest watermelon and told Lily about my plan, enlisting her help in preparing Mark’s “pregnancy simulator.”
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
We cut the watermelon in half, scooped out the insides (saving them for later), and wrapped each half in plastic wrap, turning them into cumbersome belly-like orbs.
“Are you sure about this?” Lily asked, worried but amused.
“Absolutely,” I said, adding finishing touches. “It’s time he got a taste of his own medicine.”
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
When Mark came home, I presented the watermelon, explained the gist, and handed him a list of Lily’s daily tasks: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, grocery shopping, meal prep, nursery painting…
Mark chuckled. “Piece of cake,” he declared, puffing out his chest.
Lily and I settled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. The show was about to begin.
And what a show it was!
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
The Hilarious Failure
At first, Mark strutted around confidently, the watermelon half bouncing on his belly. But reality soon set in.
Bending over to pick up a sock nearly toppled him. Vacuuming was impossible with the extra weight. Loading the washing machine? Forget it; the watermelon kept knocking the door shut.
Lily and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Need some help?” I called sweetly, making Lily chuckle.
Mark gritted his teeth and muttered about “women’s work” being easier than it looked.
By lunchtime, he was sweating buckets. The watermelon left a sticky residue on his shirt, and he was moving at a snail’s pace.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
Painting the nursery was particularly entertaining. Balancing on a stepladder, he struggled to keep upright.
As the afternoon wore on, Mark’s bravado crumbled. The weight of the watermelon was finally taking its toll.
He even crawled on his hands and knees to scrub the bathroom floor, losing all sense of earlier confidence.
Lily and I exchanged knowing glances. This silly bet was more than just entertainment; it was a lesson in understanding Lily’s daily sacrifices.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
And judging by Mark’s pained expression, the lesson was sinking in.
A Change of Heart
As the sun set, Mark threw in the towel, literally and metaphorically. He collapsed on the couch, tossing the rag and the watermelon half away.
“I… I can’t do it,” he groaned, head back. “I give up!“
Silence filled the room until Lily, in all her pregnant glory, looked down at him.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
Mark’s eyes met hers, filling with tears. “Lily,” he croaked, defeated and exhausted. “I… I’m so sorry. I never realized how much you do every single day.”
Tears welled in Lily’s eyes, but they were tears of relief, hope, and promise.
She gently cupped her husband’s cheek.
“It’s okay,” she whispered soothingly. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But I’m glad you finally understand.”
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
That night, as I helped Lily clean up the watermelon mess and prepared dinner, I witnessed a transformation in Mark.
For the first time, he helped with chores. He did the dishes, folded laundry, and even assembled the baby’s crib without too many curse words (a minor miracle).
The Aftermath
Mark transformed into the devoted partner Lily always deserved. He cooked, cleaned, massaged her swollen feet, and even repainted the nursery a serene pastel blue.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
When Lily’s contractions started a few days later, Mark was a pillar of support. He held her hand, offering comfort, and even shed a few tears when their beautiful baby girl was born.
Cradling his daughter, Mark beamed with love, and I knew my watermelon experiment had worked.
The old Mark was gone, replaced by a man who cherished his wife and child above all else.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
As I left, Lily hugged me tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You saved our marriage and gave our daughter a father who will always cherish her.”
Warmth flooded my heart. People aren’t perfect, and I hoped Mark would keep this change forever.
But if not, I’d be back with another lesson; perhaps, involving another fruit.
I Visited My Pregnant Sister, and When I Saw How Her Husband Treated Her, I Taught Him a Lesson
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