My SIL Demanded That I Give Her My Baby as a Birthday Gift, but She Got Exactly What She Deserved – Story of the Day

My sister-in-law always felt entitled to whatever she wanted, but nothing prepared me for her most outrageous demand yet—she wanted me to have a baby just so she could keep it as a gift. When she refused to take no for an answer, I decided to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Do you think you have crazy relatives? Well, let me tell you about mine, and you might change your mind.

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Harry and I had been married for seven years, together for nearly fifteen, and we had two wonderful children, Maya and Luke.

Our little family was everything to me but when it came to our extended family, things weren’t as simple.

I realized something was off with my MIL, Charlotte, and my SIL, Candice, the very first day I met them.

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I told myself it was just nerves, that I was overthinking it. I had no idea then just how much trouble they would bring into my life.

Before our wedding, Candice proved just how self-centered she was. She threw a full-blown tantrum because I had the audacity to choose someone else as my maid of honor.

Worse yet, she claimed my dress was prettier than hers. As if my wedding was supposed to revolve around her!

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She nearly ruined the entire day, but thankfully, Grace, Harry’s grandmother, stepped in.

Grace was the only truly kind soul in that family, aside from my husband. Unfortunately, she lived too far away to rescue us often.

But just before Candice’s thirtieth birthday, something happened that made me question reality itself.

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Candice rarely visited us, and when she did, she kept her distance from the kids, always complaining that they were “too noisy” or “gave her headaches.”

But that day was different. She spent hours playing with Maya, and something about it sent a shiver down my spine. As it turned out, I had every reason to be worried.

During dinner, Candice kept glancing at me and Harry. I knew she wanted attention. I just didn’t know why.

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“I have an announcement!” Her voice rang through the dining room. “I’m going to be a mom!” she blurted out.

Harry choked on his food. He coughed and grabbed his water. I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth.

“What?” I asked.

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Harry wiped his mouth. “Who… is the father?” His brows furrowed. “You’re not even dating anyone.”

He was right. The last boyfriend, she had run off after she screamed at him for not buying her an expensive handbag.

Candice waved a hand. “That’s actually why I came over today.” She straightened in her chair. “The parents of my daughter will be you two.”

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My stomach twisted. “What?!”

She sighed like I was the crazy one. “I’m almost thirty, and I don’t have a husband.” She smiled. “The perfect birthday gift would be a daughter.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. My brain struggled to process her words.

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Harry rubbed his temples. “You want Stephanie to be your surrogate?”

Candice shook her head. “No, I want you two to have a baby for me.”

I placed my hands on the table. “So, it would be our child, and you expect us to give it to you?”

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“Not just give—give it to me for my birthday. What’s the problem?” Her tone was light, casual, like she was asking for a sweater.

I stared at her. “You seriously don’t see a problem?” My voice rose. “Harry and I aren’t having any more children. I am not having a baby just to hand it over to you.”

Candice scoffed. “Stephanie, you’ve always been so selfish.”

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Harry’s chair scraped against the floor as he sat up. “No, Candice. Stephanie is right. We’re not doing this.”

“But why? You already have two! What’s the big deal about having one more?” Her voice hit a high-pitched whine.

I clenched my fists. “I am not an incubator! A child is not an object! A child is a person!”

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“You just don’t want me to be happy! You want to be the only one with kids!” Candice shrieked.

Harry slammed his hand on the table. “Enough! Leave. Now.”

Candice’s face burned red. She stood, shaking with anger. “I’ll tell Mom about this!” She stomped to the door, threw it open, and slammed it behind her.

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I exhaled. “How did she even come up with this?”

Harry shook his head. “She’s completely lost it.”

Candice stayed quiet for a while. I hoped that meant she’d finally let it go. I should have known better.

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One afternoon, Candice showed up at our house with Charlotte by her side.

Candice’s arms overflowed with shopping bags from baby stores. My first thought was she had decided to be a good aunt and bring gifts for Maya and Luke. But the smug look on her face told me otherwise.

Charlotte walked in without waiting for an invitation. She sat on the couch and gestured for Harry and me to join her. Candice stood nearby, grinning.

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“Candice told me that you agreed to give her a baby,” Charlotte said.

“What? No, we told her we weren’t going to do that,” I said.

“Why not?” Charlotte asked.

“Because it’s insane,” Harry replied.

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“Is it really that hard? Stephanie, as a woman, you should know that the older you get, the harder it is to have children. Candice is already almost thirty,” Charlotte argued.

“I’m not going to give my child to your daughter, who has no idea what it means to be a parent,” I said firmly.

“That’s not true! I already bought everything!” Candice announced, pulling out baby clothes and dresses from her bags.

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“You do realize that a baby is not a doll you can just dress up, right? Babies cry, scream, spit up, and do a lot of unpleasant things,” Harry pointed out.

“My daughter won’t be like that. She’ll be like your Maya—I’ve never seen Maya cry,” Candice said confidently.

“That’s because you’ve never spent enough time with her,” I countered.

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“Then I’ll just bring my daughter to you when she cries,” Candice said.

“Babies cry day and night. Are you planning to bring her to me every single time?” I asked.

“Yes. What’s the problem with that?” Candice asked, genuinely confused.

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Harry buried his face in his hands.“This is impossible. Candice, you are not ready to be a mother. And asking someone to have a child for you is completely insane,” he said.

“But you’re my brother!” Candice cried.

While they argued, I noticed Charlotte had disappeared. I went looking for her and found her in our bedroom—poking holes in our condoms.

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“What are you doing?!” I shouted.

“Making everyone’s life easier,” she said calmly.

“Have you lost your mind?!” I screamed.

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“Listen, it wouldn’t be hard for you to have another baby, but it is hard for Candice. So I just decided to help a little,” she said.

“Help?!” I yelled. “You’re interfering in our personal lives!”

“Not everyone is as lucky as you, having a husband like my son. You should understand that,” Charlotte replied.

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“You’re treating me and your son like an incubator! Why can’t Candice just go to a sperm donor?!” I snapped.

“Donors are just random people. But you and Harry already have two healthy children, so Candice would know for sure that her baby would be fine,” Charlotte said.

“That would be our child! Ours!” I shouted.

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“But you’d be having it for Candice, so it would be her child,” Charlotte argued.

“Do you really think I would give my child to someone who believes you can choose a baby’s gender? Or that babies don’t cry?” I asked.

“I will help her,” Charlotte said.

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“That makes…” that makes the situation even worse, I wanted to say, but I stopped myself.

An idea formed in my mind—a way to teach both Candice and Charlotte a lesson and show everyone just how insane they were.

“You know what? If you’re going to help, then I agree,” I said.

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Charlotte beamed. “Finally! Why didn’t you just say so earlier?” she said, then went to tell Candice the “good news.”

As soon as they left, Harry turned to me in shock. “You actually agreed to this?” he asked.

“I have a plan,” I said.

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For the next nine months leading up to Candice’s birthday, I played my role well.

I smiled, touched my belly often, and acted like the happiest pregnant woman.

Every time Candice called, I assured her everything was going smoothly. I even let her ramble about nursery themes and baby names.

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It was exhausting. Keeping up the act drained me, but I had to see this through.

When the time came, I announced I would give birth in another city. Candice pouted but accepted my reasoning—I told her the “gift” had to remain a surprise until her birthday. After all, it was a present, right?

On the big day, the whole family gathered for the reveal. Even Grace had traveled to be there.

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Candice had told everyone about her “grand surprise,” building the moment up as if she had won the lottery.

Harry and I walked in when everyone was seated. I held a baby carrier, wrapped with a giant bow, cradling it carefully. Candice gasped, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Let me see her!” she squealed, trying to peek inside.

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“Not yet,” I said. “Wait for the big moment.”

Finally, Candice stood, practically glowing with excitement. “I have a very special announcement!” she declared. “Harry and Stephanie have given me the most incredible birthday gift—a baby!” Gasps filled the room. Eyes locked on us.

Candice turned, arms outstretched. “Okay, hand her over now!” I smiled and placed the carrier in her hands.

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Candice tore off the bow. She reached inside the carrier with trembling hands. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Then her face twisted in horror.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” she shrieked, pulling out a doll.

The room fell silent. All eyes were on her. Harry and I burst into laughter.

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“The only baby you’re fit to take care of,” I said, smirking.

Candice’s chest rose and fell fast. Her fingers dug into the doll’s plastic limbs. She looked at me with pure rage.

“But you were pregnant!” she screamed. “I saw your belly!”

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“Fake bellies,” I said, shrugging. “I went out of town to ‘give birth’ just to sell the illusion.”

Candice let out a sharp sob. Charlotte gasped and shot up from her seat.

“You heartless witch!” Charlotte yelled.

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“And who exactly is heartless?” I snapped. “The people who refused to give away their child? Or the ones who expected a baby like it was a wrapped-up gift?”

Candice clutched the doll to her chest. Tears streamed down her face.

“But… but I already bought so many dresses!” she whined. “Who am I supposed to dress up now?”

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“The doll works perfectly,” Harry said, still chuckling.

Candice’s hands trembled as she looked down at the toy. Her whole body shook.

Then I noticed Grace watching carefully. Her wrinkled hands rested in her lap. Her sharp eyes flicked between Candice and Charlotte.

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“Can someone explain to me what’s going on here?” she asked, her voice firm.

I turned to her. “Candice came to us a year ago demanding that we give her a baby for her birthday.”

Grace’s face twisted in confusion. “You mean… as a surrogate? Does she have health issues?”

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“No,” Harry said. “Our baby.”

Grace’s frown deepened.

“Candice is perfectly healthy,” I added. “She just doesn’t have a husband and thought we should give her a child.”

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Grace’s face turned red with fury. She pushed herself up from her seat and pointed a shaking finger at Candice and Charlotte.

“ARE YOU BOTH OUT OF YOUR MINDS?!” she roared.

Candice flinched. “W-what? What’s so wrong with it?” she stammered.

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“You’re just like your mother, Candice! I warned my son not to marry you, Charlotte, but he didn’t listen! And this is the result!” Grace spat.

“Grandma, how could you say that?!” Candice cried.

“I’m saying the truth!” Grace snapped. She took another deep breath, then fixed them both with a look of disgust.

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“I am writing you both out of my will.”

The room fell silent. Grace’s estate was worth a lot. Everyone knew it. Candice and Charlotte froze in shock.

“You’re serious?” Charlotte whispered, her voice unsteady.

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“Absolutely,” Grace said coldly. “I will not let insane people like you have any control over my wealth.”

A deep, satisfied sense of justice filled me. I watched as realization dawned on them.

“But—” Candice started.

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Grace held up a hand. “Enough. We’re leaving. I want to see my great-grandchildren—the real ones.” She turned to Harry and me. “Let’s go.”

Harry and I didn’t hesitate. We stood up and walked out, hand in hand. Behind us, Candice sobbed hysterically.

Charlotte shouted in frustration. But we didn’t care. They got exactly what they deserved.

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My Husband Demanded a Sixth Child or Threatened Divorce – After My Lesson, He Begged for Forgiveness on His Knees

My husband didn’t anticipate that I would defend our kids and myself when he offered me a terrifying ultimatum. I showed him that he was being unreasonable when we already had so much to be thankful for. He begged ME for pity as his ultimatum came to an end! I never imagined myself in this situation, but here I am, facing a decision. My spouse’s one demand put me in a tight spot and forced me to take extreme steps. But I had to take action because of that demand. Danny, my spouse, has consistently been a successful businessman and a loving father.

He works long hours at the workplace and has been a good provider for our family. I can now raise our five lovely girls while being a stay-at-home mother because of this. His aspirations to have a son “to carry on the family name” have, however, recently evolved into demands. And now those requests are transformed into threats!One evening after supper he stated, “Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child.” He spoke in a somber, even icy tone. “We already have FIVE daughters, Danny. Do you want me to continue having children until we get a son? I answered, sensing the anxiety building. However, don’t kids bring you blessings? Is it really so difficult? His remarks hurt. Even though we’ve had this debate numerous times, something felt different this time. It had the air of an ultimatum. We kept going around in circles, neither of us ready to give up on our decisions. He threatened to consider DIVORCING me if I refused to have a son for him, that’s how bad our disagreement was! “Do you mean that if I didn’t give you a son, you would leave me?” My voice trembled as I asked. He murmured, “I didn’t say THAT,” and averted his gaze. However, the inference was evident.

If I didn’t do as HIS wishes dictated, he was open to the possibility of divorce. We said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways to get ready for bed after that. I lay awake that night thinking about our chat. How could he treat the life we’d created together with such contempt? All of our daughters are vibrant, individual, and extraordinary. I can’t think of our family in any other manner. I had to explain to him what he was requesting of me, of the two of us. Furthermore, what do you know? I thought of a clever method to SHOW him exactly what it means to raise five kids by yourself before I closed my eyes and went to sleep! I got up extra early the very next day, while everyone was still asleep. I drove to my late mother’s old country home after packing my bags.

I ignored all of his calls and texts and turned off the ringer on my phone. “The Drama That Unfolds When You Leave Your Husband at Home Alone with Five Children” is my favorite show of the day, so I settled in to watch it after making myself breakfast and a steaming cup of coffee. With the security cameras we had put at our house, I was able to see everything in real time. A RUDE awakening was in store for Danny! As soon as he was awake, he got ready for work. But when he heard the kids making a commotion, he put an end to his plans. He questioned our rascals, “Where’s your mother and why aren’t y’all dressed and ready for breakfast?” When my babies disregarded him and carried on playing and jumping on beds, it made me proud. My spouse called my name and searched for me before realizing I wasn’t at home. Then he began phoning me, and I saw the call go through. He became irate and exclaimed, “What the hell, Lisa,” before hanging up after the sixth missed call. He was unable to leave our small kids alone, thus he was unable to go to work. The first morning was a total bust and hilarious! When he attempted to prepare breakfast, he burned the toast and ruined the orange juice all over the place! The children were playing and without bothering to put on clothes. I was having a blast, and he was utterly overwhelmed!”Stop running, Emma!” Please put on your shoes, Jessica. I heard him yelling, his voice strained. “Daddy, this cereal doesn’t appeal to me.” Emily pushed her bowl away and whimpered. “So, what do you WANT?” he questioned, getting agitated. “I insist on pancakes!” she exclaimed. Danny massaged his temples and moaned. Alright, let me prepare pancakes. Feeling left out, little Jessica added, “I want cake and scrambled eggs!” Never one to be left out, Emma insisted, “Please, waffles and fresh cream!” I was positive that if his temples were hurting previously, they were now throbbing! The situation became worse during the course of the day! He attempted to assist them with their online coursework, but they were constantly getting sidetracked and leaving! He begged, “Jessica, please concentrate on your math homework.” “Daddy, I don’t understand it,” the girl exclaimed. He sat next to her and gazed at the TV. “All right, let’s work it out together.” In the middle of tending to the kids, a call from work arrived. Based on the discussion and Danny’s sincere apologies, it appeared that he had neglected to mark himself as absent for the day! My spouse was unable to determine what our kids preferred to eat for lunch.

They ultimately had a picnic with inane munchies as a result. “May we please have jelly and peanut butter?” Emma asked. He said, “I’m not sure we have any,” as he looked in the pantry. “Maybe just some jelly?” she proposed. Although watching Danny suffer in this way was heartbreaking, it was well worth the laughs! He appeared to be about to lose it, and the house was a complete mess with toys all over the place! He moaned, “Why is Play-Doh on the carpet?” Ask Emily, I’m not sure,” Jessica answered. Emily began enumerating all the reasons why she wasn’t the offender as soon as she heard her name! “I exclusively use blue and purple Play-Doh to play. I just walked a little bit on the carpet in one place; I wasn’t sitting on it. I. My spouse jokingly interrupted her before she could say anything further. “All right, Emily! Alright, I understand! Would you kindly take it down for Daddy? The girls decided to dress up in the evening, and Danny HAD to join in! They made him pretend to be a princess while donning a feather boa and tiara!”Daddy, you’re so beautiful!” Emily chuckled. He mumbled, “This is ridiculous,” yet he grinned at their happiness. My spouse appeared disoriented and really worn out. The very last straw was bedtime! They continued slinking out of their rooms, insisted on stories, and DEMANDED to go to bed! I was so proud!Emma pleaded, “Just one more story, Daddy.””Okay, but THEN it’s really time for bed,” he said, growing impatient. Danny was clearly on the edge of collapse by the end of the second day! He began pleading with me in his desperate messages to return and assist. He texted, “My angel, please, I can’t do this alone.” He even submitted a video of himself pleading for mercy while on his knees. “My dear, I apologize. Please return home. You are necessary to me. The fact that he recorded the video in our closed bathroom while the children DEMANDED he come outside and play added to the humor of the footage! I made up my mind to head home. Danny was the first person to come to me when I went in; he looked more relieved than I had ever seen! “I really apologize,” he said. “I will no longer put pressure on you to have a son.” He squeezed me till I was almost out of breath! He pledged, “I promise to spend more time with the family. I realize now how much you do.” I felt moved. “We can talk about the POSSIBILITY of having a sixth child if you genuinely promise to spend more time with us and help out more,” I added. He gave a forceful nod. “I swear, I swear,” Just just don’t ever leave me with kids alone for so long again! He fulfilled his word from that day on, and we both chuckled. He showed greater interest in our family and an appreciation for the labor-intensive nature of raising our current children. Positive changes started to occur in our life. In an effort to be more present, Danny started arriving home from work early and occasionally worked from home. He took on nighttime responsibilities, attended school functions, and assisted with homework! To the awe of our girls, my once-misled spouse even learned how to braid hair! “Observe, mother! My father braided my hair. One morning, Jessica smiled. “Darling, you did a great job,” I said. Danny gave me a gentle smile as we sat around the breakfast table one Saturday morning. He said, “I’ve been thinking.” Perhaps having a son isn’t the main reason. Maybe it has to do with appreciating our family. I returned the smile, a wave of warmth coursing through my chest. “Danny, that is all I have ever wanted.” We carried on having breakfast while chatting and laughing, the stress of the previous few weeks dissipating. We discovered true satisfaction during those carefree times spent with our girls. My spouse never again broached the subject of having a sixth kid after months had passed.

He had undergone a transformation, showing greater involvement and closeness to our family than before. He was loved by the girls, and there was laughing and happiness in our house.”Will you please attend my dance recital, Daddy?” One day Emily asked. Of course, my love. He said, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. And he fulfilled his word! Every school play, every soccer match, and every recital he attended. His renewed love and care allowed our daughters to grow and thrive. Danny held my hand one evening while we watched our daughters play in the backyard. “I’m grateful, Lisa,” he murmured. “For all the things.” Tears were starting to spring up in my eyes as I squeezed his fingers. “I appreciate your understanding,” I answered. Although our path wasn’t simple, it helped us get closer. My spouse gained an appreciation for his family. And I mustered the courage to defend our daughters as well as myself. We were more resilient than ever, equipped to handle any difficulties life presented. And I knew we had found our happily ever after as we sat there under the evening sun, watching our girls chase fireflies.

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