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I went to visit my sister, who was nine months pregnant, and I didn’t expect to see her husband treating her like a maid. But with just a watermelon and a wild idea, I turned things around.
What would you do if you saw your pregnant sister being treated like a servant?
This happened while I was on a work trip and stayed at her place for a few days.
As soon as I walked in, I could tell something was off. Lily, my sister, was moving around slowly with her huge baby bump.
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My sister looked so tired—her face was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. You could just tell she was worn out.
Meanwhile, her husband—let’s call him Mark—was lounging on the couch, glued to his video game.
That’s when I understood why Lily was so drained. That very evening, I saw how Mark treated her like he was royalty.
She had made a simple pasta dinner, clearly putting in effort even though she was heavily pregnant.
Mark took one bite, made a face, and said, “Ugh, this is cold. I’m taking it upstairs.” Then he left with his plate, and soon his video game noises filled the house.
Lily just sighed and quietly started cleaning up.
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I couldn’t believe it as I watched Lily load the dishwasher, turn on the washing machine, and start folding a huge pile of baby clothes.
Of course, I helped her—but the whole time, Mark was still upstairs playing video games.
The next morning at breakfast (which was just burnt toast—poor Lily was clearly exhausted), I decided to talk to Mark.
“Hey, Mark,” I said carefully, “I noticed Lily’s doing everything by herself. Maybe you could help out a bit, especially with the baby coming soon?”
Mark just scoffed and didn’t even look up from his phone. “Come on, that’s a woman’s job.”
My blood was boiling, but I stayed calm. “All I’m saying is maybe you could do the dishes or help set up the crib. It’s not that hard.”
Mark finally looked at me and said, “You’re being dramatic. Lily likes taking care of me, and she’ll enjoy looking after the baby too. Don’t bring your modern ideas into my house—my wife’s just doing what she’s supposed to.”
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I was so angry, I almost threw my coffee in his smug face.
But then, a wild idea popped into my head—something crazy enough that it might actually work.
I finished my coffee, forced a smile, and said, “You know what, Mark? Maybe you’re right. Maybe Lily really does like taking care of you. But I bet you couldn’t handle doing everything she does for even one day.”
Mark smirked. “Oh yeah? And what if I prove you wrong?”
“If you do,” I said with a grin, “I’ll be your personal maid forever. But if you lose, you’ve got to start helping out for real—with the house and the baby.”
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“If you lose, you’ll have to step up and be the husband Lily deserves. Deal?”
Mark laughed and shook my hand.
“Deal.”
Little did he know, I had a secret plan ready: a watermelon, some plastic wrap, and a lot of determination.
With the bet in place, I quickly went to the store, feeling excited about my sneaky plan.
I came back with the biggest watermelon I could find and told my sister all about it. Together, we made Mark’s “pregnancy simulator.”
We cut the watermelon in half, scooped out the inside (saving it for later), and wrapped each half in plastic wrap to create heavy, belly-like shapes. We made two, just in case we needed to switch them later.
“Are you sure about this?” Lily asked, a little worried but also amused.
“Absolutely,” I said, finishing up the watermelon. “It’s time he learned what it’s really like.”
When Mark came home from work, I showed him the watermelon, explained the plan, and gave him a handwritten list of everything Lily does daily: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, mopping, grocery shopping, meal prep, nursery painting… all of it.
Mark just laughed. “This is going to be easy,” he said, puffing up his chest.
Lily and I sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between us. The show was about to start.
And it was definitely a show!
Lily and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Need some help?” I called out sweetly, making Lily laugh too.
Mark gritted his teeth and grumbled that “women’s work” wasn’t as hard as it looked.
By lunchtime, though, he was sweating and moving slowly. The watermelon half had left a sticky mess on his shirt.
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Watching Mark try to paint the nursery was especially funny. He was balancing unsteadily on a stepladder, barely able to keep himself upright.
As the day went on, his confidence started to fade. The weight of the watermelon half, which wasn’t as heavy as a real pregnancy belly, started to get to him.
At one point, he was crawling on his hands and knees, scrubbing the bathroom floor, completely forgetting how cocky he’d been earlier.
Lily and I exchanged looks. We both knew this wasn’t just a silly bet—it was a chance for Mark to understand all the hard work and sacrifices Lily makes every day.
And judging by the pained look on his face, it was starting to hit him.
By the time the sun started to set, Mark had had enough. He collapsed on the couch, threw the rag on the coffee table, and started taking off the watermelon.
“I… I can’t do it,” he groaned, leaning back and tossing the empty fruit away. “I give up!”
There was a moment of silence before Lily stood up, her pregnant belly on full display, and looked down at her husband.
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Mark looked at Lily, his eyes filling with tears. “Lily,” he said, his voice weak and tired. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea how much you do every day.”
Lily’s eyes filled with tears too, but they were tears of relief, hope, and a better future.
She gently cupped his cheek and whispered, “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But I’m glad you finally understand.”
That night, I helped Lily clean up the mess from the watermelon and made dinner, watching the change in the house.
For the first time since I arrived, Mark actually helped with the chores. He did the dishes, folded laundry, and even managed to put together the baby’s crib without too many complaints (which was impressive to me).
The change was immediate, and it was much appreciated. Mark became Lily’s helper, anticipating her needs without her even asking.
He cooked, cleaned, massaged her feet, and even repainted the nursery in a peaceful pastel blue, fixing his earlier mistakes.
When Lily’s contractions started a few days later, Mark was right there, holding her hand, comforting her, and even shedding a few tears when their baby girl was born.
Seeing him hold their daughter with so much love, I knew my watermelon plan had worked.
The old Mark was gone, replaced by a man who truly cherished his wife and daughter.
As I prepared to leave, Lily gave me a big hug. “Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. “You saved our marriage and gave our daughter a father who will love and cherish her forever.”
I hugged her back, my heart full of warmth. I knew people weren’t perfect, and I hoped Mark would keep this new attitude forever.
But if not, I’d be back to teach him another lesson—maybe with another fruit.
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