There’s being nosy, and then there’s Diane-level nosy. But when she stumbled upon a pregnancy test in my bathroom and decided to make a grand announcement, she had no clue just how spectacularly it would blow up in her face.

You see, my mother-in-law, Diane, is the kind of person who thinks that just because she brought my husband, Ethan, into the world, she has an all-access pass to every aspect of his life—including mine. Personal space? Never heard of it.

It was just another typical family BBQ at Diane’s house. The usual crowd was there—her husband, Ethan’s siblings, a bunch of aunts and uncles. Everything seemed perfectly normal… until Diane suddenly lifted her glass.

“A special toast,” she declares, grinning mischievously like she holds a grand secret. “To Hayden! Wishing you a long, happy, and healthy life, little one!”

“Who’s Hayden?” my father-in-law asks, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“It’s the name I’ve chosen for my grandchild!” Diane exclaims proudly. “Since I was the first to find out that Ethan’s wife is expecting, I thought it was only fair that I be the one to name the baby.”

Ethan whips his head toward me, his eyes filled with shock. “You’re pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Every pair of eyes in the room locks onto me. My face grows hot. “But… I’m not pregnant!”

A murmur of puzzled voices filled the room. Diane’s confident smile wavered. “There’s no point in hiding it! I found the positive test in your bathroom!”

And that was the moment everything clicked. I KNEW EXACTLY WHOSE TEST SHE HAD STUMBLED UPON— and let’s just say, my mother-in-law was about to receive a shock she never saw coming.

Ethan’s sister.

Megan spoke up, her voice steady. “It’s mine. Mom, Dad—I’m pregnant.”

Diane’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “Megan, sweetheart, you—you can’t be serious.”

Megan let out a humorless chuckle. “I didn’t tell you because, if you recall, you once said—and I quote—you’d ‘kill me’ if I got pregnant before finishing school. The only people who actually supported me were my brother and his wife.”

“Megan…” Diane’s voice trembled. “Why—why didn’t you just come to me?”

Megan exhaled sharply. “Honestly? I wasn’t ready to tell anyone yet. But thanks to you, that decision was taken out of my hands.”

Diane looked like she wanted to respond, but Megan wasn’t finished.

“You already picked a name for my baby, Mom. You gave an entire speech about Hayden like you were the one carrying them. You took something that wasn’t yours and made it all about you. Again.” Megan shook her head, a mix of frustration and disbelief crossing her face.

Diane opened her mouth again, but no words came out.

Megan folded her arms. “Oh, and about the baby’s name? I’m either naming them after my brother—” she gestured toward Ethan, “—or after the one person who actually stood by me through all of this.”

I couldn’t help the slow smirk that formed as I casually sipped my drink.

Diane, grasping at any last shred of control, huffed, “Well, that’s just absurd!”

Megan arched an eyebrow. “Oh? You mean kind of like how you decided my child’s name before even knowing if they existed?”

Diane turned to me then, her eyes silently begging, as if I was supposed to rescue her.

Maybe next time, she’d think twice before prying into things that weren’t her business—because this time, it had completely backfired.

Diane, utterly mortified, barely uttered a word for the rest of the evening. The rest of the family did their best to act as if they hadn’t just witnessed the most chaotic and unforgettable pregnancy reveal imaginable.

In the following weeks, Diane scrambled to salvage her reputation, but the damage was done—everyone in the family already knew the truth.

And me? Well, let’s just say Diane doesn’t go poking around my house anymore. One explosive pregnancy fiasco was enough to make sure she learned her lesson.