At their gender reveal party, Misha and Jerry were filled with excitement and anticipation. After two long years of trying, numerous doctor’s visits, and emotional ups and downs, they were finally expecting a baby. This party was meant to be a celebration of their long-awaited happiness, surrounded by family and friends.

“We’re finally here,” Jerry said, holding Misha close. “This is our moment, the start of our forever.”

Misha beamed in agreement. They had planned a grand event, complete with decorations, desserts, and, of course, a cake from a local bakery. The cake was special because Jerry’s mother, Nancy, had been entrusted with the big reveal of whether their baby would be a boy or a girl.

Nancy, who had been eager to play a significant role in the pregnancy, assured them that she had everything under control. “I’ll handle the cake and a special present for my grandbaby! I just know it’ll be a girl, and I can’t wait to spoil her!”

On the day of the party, Misha’s mom helped set up, covering the house in blue and pink decorations, while Nancy arrived dressed entirely in black—a puzzling choice, but nothing to worry about at first. The atmosphere was festive, and the room buzzed with excitement as both sides of the family gathered to witness the reveal.

Jerry and Misha stood together, ready to cut the cake that would reveal their baby’s gender. With phones out and cameras recording, everyone counted down with them.

“Three… two… one!”

The knife sliced smoothly through the cake, but as the first piece was lifted, the room fell silent. Instead of pink or blue, the cake’s interior was completely black. Not a hint of color anywhere, just pitch black.

Stunned, Misha and Jerry looked at each other, completely bewildered. The cheerful anticipation evaporated as the room filled with awkward glances and murmurs of confusion.

Misha scanned the crowd until her eyes fell on Nancy, standing off to the side, her black outfit suddenly making more sense. Tears streamed down Nancy’s face, and she seemed on the verge of breaking down.

“Nancy, what’s going on?” Misha asked, her voice trembling.

Nancy hesitated, dabbing at her eyes before finally speaking. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what else to do… I had to.”

Jerry, trying to keep his composure, asked his mother, “What are you talking about? Why is the cake black?”

Nancy took a deep breath, visibly struggling to explain. “Ten years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something I couldn’t forget… something that’s haunted me ever since. She said that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would ruin your life, Jerry, and bring terrible illness to me.”

Gasps echoed through the room. Jerry was incredulous. “Mom, you’ve been believing this nonsense for ten years? Over a fortune teller?”

Nancy nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was so scared. Everyone said she was always right. I thought if I made the cake black, maybe it would stop the curse somehow. I even baked bay leaves into it, hoping it might change the future.”

Misha pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to grasp the absurdity of the situation. “So, you let a superstition ruin our reveal?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

At that moment, Jerry’s cousin Megan chimed in, scrolling through her phone. “Wait a second… was the fortune teller’s name J. Morris?”

Nancy perked up. “Yes, that’s her!”

Megan showed the room an article on her phone. “She was exposed as a fraud years ago, Aunt Nancy. She was totally discredited. She took advantage of people’s fears and made a fortune from it.”

Nancy’s face crumpled as she realized the truth. “All these years… I’ve been terrified for nothing,” she whispered, clutching her chest in disbelief.

Jerry, still frustrated, rubbed his forehead. “Mom, you let this ruin such an important moment.”

Nancy sobbed quietly, “I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know how to let go of the fear. I never wanted to ruin your day.”

Misha, despite everything, couldn’t stay angry. Seeing Nancy so broken and vulnerable softened her heart. She walked over and gently placed her hand on Nancy’s. “It’s okay, Mom. Now we know. And now you can enjoy the rest of this pregnancy with us, no more worries.”

Nancy looked up, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Misha. I’m so sorry.”

Jerry, letting out a small chuckle, asked, “Wait… so does this mean we’re having a boy?”

Laughter rippled through the room, easing the tension, and even Nancy managed a watery smile. Megan snapped a photo of the cake. “This is going on Instagram—#GothBabyReveal.”

In the end, everyone grabbed a slice of the black cake, joking about the weirdest gender reveal they had ever experienced. It wasn’t the moment Misha and Jerry had imagined, but with laughter, love, and family around them, it still felt right.

Now, all that was left was to wait for their baby to arrive, and whatever the future held, they were ready for it.