My pregnant wife had been acting strangely for weeks, so when I caught her sneaking a man into our house at 3 a.m., the world was shocked. What I discovered in our kitchen that night changed everything, but not in the way I expected.
I never thought I’d be that guy. You know, the one who sneaks into his own house at 3 a.m., suspicious of his pregnant wife. But there I was, heart pounding, palms sweaty, creeping up our stairs like a B-movie burglar.
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It all started about three months ago. Jade, my wife of three years, announced she was pregnant. I was thrilled. We’d been trying for a while, and I felt like everything was falling into place.
But as her belly grew, something changed. Jade became distant. Cold, even. At first, I chalked it up to hormones. “This is normal,” I told myself. “She’s growing a full-fledged human being.”
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Then came the late-night phone calls. She would leave the room and speak quietly. When I asked, she said it was her mother checking on her. But I felt something was wrong.
One evening, I confronted her about it. “Jade, are you okay? You seem… different.”
She looked at me, her green eyes wide. “Sure, Jake. I’m just tired. This pregnancy is taking a toll on me.”
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I wanted to believe her. I really wanted to believe her. But doubt had taken root, and it was growing faster than our baby.
A week ago, Jade told me she was going to run a quick errand. At 11 p.m. “Do you want me to come with you?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“No, no,” she replied, a little too quickly. “You stay and rest. I won’t be long.”
That’s when the paranoia really set in. Why wouldn’t she want me to be with her?
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Fast forward to tonight. I woke up around 3 a.m. to find the bed next to me empty and cold. Then I heard the front door creak open.
I crawled to the window, my stomach in knots. Jade was there, ushering someone inside. A man. In the dim light, I couldn’t make out his face.
“Don’t make any noise,” Jade whispers, giggling softly. “Jake might wake up, but I want to have fun with you!”
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My world collapsed. I felt bad. This can’t be right. Not Jade. Not my pregnant wife.
I grabbed my phone, my hands shaking so much I could barely hold it. I needed proof, didn’t I? That’s what the rational part of my brain was saying. The rest of my body just wanted to scream.
Tiptoeing down the stairs, I heard muffled voices coming from the kitchen. Then a sound that sent shivers down my spine. Was it… a kiss?
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I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked through the door, ready to face my cheating wife and her lover.
What I saw next left me speechless.
Jade sat at the kitchen table, a half-eaten sausage in one hand and a piece of watermelon in the other. On the counter were three enormous watermelons.
And the man? It was Ethan, Jade’s brother.
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“Jake!” Jade exclaimed when she saw me, nearly dropping her snack. “What are you doing up?”
I stood there, my mouth opening and closing like a fish in the air. “I… you… what’s going on here?”
Ethan, ever the joker, spoke up. “Surprise! It’s a midnight picnic. Do you want some watermelon?”
Jade gave him a look that would make milk curdle. “I’m not helping you, Ethan.” She turned back to me, her expression a mixture of guilt and amusement. “Jake, honey, I can explain.”
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I leaned against the doorframe, suddenly feeling very stupid. “Please do it, because I’m completely lost in here.”
Jade sighed, putting down her food. “I woke up with the most intense craving. I mean, I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have watermelon and sausage right now.”
“At 3 a.m.?” I asked, still struggling to process the scene unfolding before me.
She nodded vigorously. “Pregnancy cravings are no joke, Jake. I didn’t mean to wake you. You’ve been so tired lately with work and everything.”
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“So you called your brother?”
Ethan smiled. “I’m guilty. I’m the official midnight snack delivery guy.”
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the adrenaline slowly drain from my system. “But why all the secrets? The whispers?”
Jade had the grace to look sheepish. “I knew it was ridiculous. Sending my brother out in the middle of the night for watermelon and sausages? I guess I was a little embarrassed.”
“And the ‘pleasure’ you were talking about?” I asked a little anxiously.
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She laughed then, a real belly laugh that made her whole body tremble. “Guilt-free eating! Come on, Jake. What did you think we were doing?”
The absurdity of the situation hit me all at once. I’d imagined the worst, scenarios of betrayal and heartbreak. And here they were, having a bizarre pregnancy-desire picnic in our kitchen at 3 a.m.
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I couldn’t help but join in their laughter. “I thought… God, I don’t know what I thought.”
Ethan tapped me on the shoulder. “Dude, I’m flattered you think I could steal your wife, but come on. She’s my sister. And very, very pregnant.”
Jade waddled over to me (yes, waddled—she was eight months pregnant, after all) and I put my arms around her waist. “I’m sorry I sneaked around,” she said. “I should have woken you.”
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I hugged her tightly, feeling the swell of her stomach. “And I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. I’ve felt so disconnected lately. I should have talked to you.”
She looked up at me, her eyes shining. “I know… I’ve been distant too. This pregnancy… has been harder than I expected. Not just physically, but emotionally too. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“You can tell me anything, Jade. Always.”
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Ethan clears his throat. “As touching as this is, can we get back to snacks? I didn’t drive across town at 3 a.m. for nothing.”
We all laughed again, the tension completely dissipating. I grabbed a piece of watermelon and a sausage, joining in the most bizarre midnight feast I’ve ever been a part of.
As we ate, Jade told me all the things she’d kept to herself. Her fears about becoming a mother, the way her changing body made her feel insecure, and the mood swings that made her feel out of control.
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“I didn’t mean to burden you with all this,” she admitted. “You were so happy about the baby. I didn’t mean to bring you down.”
I took her hand, sticky with watermelon juice. “Hey, we’re in this together. The good, the bad, and the 3 a.m. cravings. Okay?”
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “Okay.”
Ethan, his mouth full of sausages, replied. “You guys are disgusting. But I’m glad I could contribute to this beautiful moment.”
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We threw watermelon rinds at him.
As the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow through our kitchen windows, I realized something. This crazy night, filled with misunderstandings and midnight snacks, had brought us closer than we had been in months.
Jade yawns, her eyes heavy with sleep. “I think it’s time to go to bed. For real this time.”
I helped her up and turned to Ethan. “Thanks, man. For everything.”
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He waved back. “You’re welcome. But maybe next time you should keep some watermelon in the fridge?” he joked.
We headed upstairs, leaving Ethan to clean up (hey, it was the least he could do). When we settled into bed, Jade snuggled up to me, her stomach pressing against my side.
“Jake?” she whispered, already half asleep.
“Yes ?”
“I love you. Thanks for not panicking too much.”
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I kissed the top of his head. “I love you too. And the next time you get a craving, wake me up. I’ll be your personal snack delivery guy.”
She giggled softly. “Okay.”
As I drifted off to sleep, I smiled. Life with Jade was never going to be boring, that was for sure. And our little one? Well, he was already keeping us on our toes. I guess sometimes a midnight scare can turn into the wake-up call you didn’t know you needed.
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If you’ve had similar experiences or have any crazy pregnancy stories, I’d love to hear them. Thank you for letting me express myself, and remember, truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.
If you liked this story, here’s another one for you, about a husband who found a positive pregnancy test in the trash, and his wife swore it wasn’t hers.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the story. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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