What are you supposed to do when you visit your sister, who is nine months pregnant, and see her being treated like a maid? This happened to me. Once I arrived at her, I was shocked to find her husband treating her like a servant. But what I did next, with a watermelon and a crazy bet, changed everything.\n\n\n\n
I traveled for work and I had to spend a few nights at my sister\u2019s place.\n\n\n\n
When I stepped through the door, I knew something was wrong. Lily, my dear sister, was waddling around with a belly that looked ready to burst.\n\n\n\n Her face was pale, and dark circles hung under her eyes like twin shadows. I could practically see the exhaustion radiating off her.\n\n\n\n Meanwhile, Mark, her husband, was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, and eyes glued to the TV screen.\n\n\n\n That\u2019s when I realized why my sister was exhausted. The very first evening, I witnessed firsthand Mark\u2019s royal treatment.\n\n\n\n Dinner was served. It was a simple pasta dish that Lily had clearly put effort into, despite her condition.\n\n\n\n But Mark took one bite, wrinkled his nose, and declared, \u201cUgh, this is cold. I\u2019m taking this upstairs.\u201d\n\n\n\n He then grabbed his plate and disappeared up the stairs. Soon enough, the sounds of his video game echoed down.\n\n\n\n Lily simply sighed and started clearing the table.\n\n\n\n I couldn\u2019t believe as she then loaded the dishwasher, switched on the washing machine, and began folding a mountain of baby clothes.\n\n\n\n I helped, of course, but this entire time, Mark continued his gaming marathon upstairs.\n\n\n\n The next morning, we had burnt toast for breakfast (apparently, Lily\u2019s exhaustion was affecting her culinary skills), I decided to have a little chat with my brother-in-law.\n\n\n\n \u201cHey, Mark,\u201d I began cautiously, \u201cI couldn\u2019t help but notice Lily\u2019s doing a lot around here. Maybe you could lend a hand, especially with the baby coming so soon?\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, come on. It\u2019s a woman\u2019s job, you know?\u201d, Mark scoffed.\n\n\n\n Though I was angry, I took a deep breath and tried again. \u201cI\u2019m just saying, maybe you could do the dishes or help put together the crib? It\u2019s not exactly rocket science.\u201d\n\n\n\n Mark finally glanced up and narrowed his eyes. \u201cYou are such a drama queen\u2026 Lily enjoys taking care of me, just like she will enjoy taking care of our kid. Don\u2019t bring your progressive stuff into my house. My wife simply does what she is supposed to.\u201d\n\n\n\n I felt my blood boil and had to fight the urge to throw my coffee in his smug face. But then, an idea began to form in my mind, a plan so ridiculous, so outlandish, that it just might work\u2026\n\n\n\n I plastered a fake smile on my face, and said, \u201cYou know what, Mark? You\u2019re right. Lily does enjoy taking care of you. So much so that I bet you couldn\u2019t last a day doing everything she does.\u201d\n\n\n\n A smirk spread across Mark\u2019s face. \u201cOh really? And what happens if I prove you wrong?\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cThen I\u2019ll be your personal maid for the rest of my life,\u201d I replied, smiling widely. \u201cBut if you lose, you have to step up and be the husband Lily deserves. Deal?\u201d\n\n\n\n Laughing, Mark extended his hand. \u201cDeal.\u201d\n\n\n\n He little knew that I had a secret weapon waiting in the wings: a watermelon, a roll of plastic wrap, and a lot of determination.\n\n\n\n With the terms of our bet set, I made a quick trip to the grocery store, almost skipping with mischievous glee.\n\n\n\n I came back home with the biggest, roundest watermelon I could find. I told my sister all about my plan and enlisted her help in preparing Mark\u2019s \u201cpregnancy simulator.\u201d\n\n\n\n When Mark returned home from work, I presented the watermelon, told him the gist, and gave him a handwritten list of Lily\u2019s daily tasks: laundry, dishes, vacuuming, mopping, grocery shopping, meal prep, nursery painting\u2026 the works.\n\n\n\n You see, we cut the watermelon in half, scooped out the juicy insides (saving them for later, of course), and then carefully wrapped each half in plastic wrap, transforming them into cumbersome belly-like orbs. Two in case, we needed to switch them later.\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you sure about this?\u201d Lily asked, slightly worried but also amused.\n\n\n\n \u201cAbsolutely,\u201d I replied, giving the watermelon some finishing touches. \u201cIt\u2019s time he got a taste of his own medicine.\u201d\n\n\n\n Mark just chuckled. \u201cThis is gonna be a piece of cake,\u201d he declared, puffing out his chest.\n\n\n\n Lily and I settled onto the couch with a bowl of popcorn strategically placed between us. The show was about to begin.\n\n\n\n And what a show it was!\n\n\n\n Mark initially strutted around like he owned the place, the watermelon half bouncing on his belly with each step. But it wasn\u2019t long before the reality of the situation set in.\n\n\n\n He bent over in order to pick up a stray sock, and the watermelon swung forward, nearly knocking him off balance.\n\n\n\n He made an effort to vacuum, but the extra weight made him waddle like a penguin. When he tried to load the washing machine, the watermelon kept bumping against the door, preventing it from closing.\n\n\n\n Lily and I couldn\u2019t contain our laughter.\n\n\n\n \u201cNeed some help?\u201d I called out sweetly, making Lily chuckle.\n\n\n\n Mark gritted his teeth and muttered something about \u201cwomen\u2019s work\u201d being easier than it looked.\n\n\n\n However, by lunchtime, he was sweating like a pig. The watermelon half had left a sticky residue on his shirt, and he was moving at a snail\u2019s pace.\n\n\n\n It was particularly entertaining to see him trying to paint the nursery . He stood dangerously on a stepladder and could barely balance his weight.\n\n\n\n The weight of the watermelon half, which wasn\u2019t as bad as a real pregnancy belly, finally took its toll on my brother-in-law.\n\n\n\n At one point, Mark was even crawling on his hands and knees to scrub the bathroom floor, forgetting his early cockiness.\n\n\n\n Lily and I knew this was more than just a silly bet; it was a chance for Mark to finally understand the sacrifices Lily made every day.\n\n\n\n And judging by the pained expression on his face, the lesson was starting to sink in.\n\n\n\n Finally, when the sun began to set, Mark threw in the towel, metaphorically and literally. He collapsed onto the couch, threw the rag onto the coffee table, and started removing his watermelon half.\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2026 I can\u2019t do it,\u201d he groaned, putting his head back after throwing the hollow fruit away. \u201cI give up!\u201d\n\n\n\n We were silent for only a second and then Lily stood in all her pregnant glory and looked down at her husband.\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s gaze met hers, and his eyes started watering. \u201cLily,\u201d he croaked, defeated and exhausted. \u201cI\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry. I had no clue. I never realized how much you do every single day.\u201d\n\n\n\n Lily broke out into tears, but they weren\u2019t tears of sadness. They shimmered with relief, hope, and the promise of a brighter future.\n\n\n\n She gently cupped her husband\u2019s cheek.\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d she whispered, soothingly. \u201cI know you didn\u2019t mean to hurt me. But I\u2019m glad you finally understand.\u201d\n\n\n\n That night, I helped Lily clean up the watermelon wreckage and made dinner while witnessing the change that swept through the house.\n\n\n\n For the first time since I\u2019d arrived, Mark actually helped with the chores. He tackled the dishes, folded laundry, and even managed to assemble the baby\u2019s crib without too much cursing (a minor miracle, in my book).\n\n\n\n The transformation was instant and it was definitely welcomed. Mark became Lily\u2019s devoted helper and could anticipate her needs before she even uttered a word.\n\n\n\n He cooked, cleaned, massaged her swollen feet, and even repainted the nursery a calming pastel blue, covering up his earlier attempt.\n\n\n\n When Lily\u2019s contractions started a few days later, Mark was a pillar of support. He held her hand, offering words of comfort, and even shed a few tears of his own when their beautiful baby girl entered the world.\n\n\n\n Watching him cradle his daughter, his face beaming with love, I knew my watermelon experiment had worked.\n\n\n\n The old Mark was gone and replaced by a man who cherished his wife and child above all else.\n\n\n\n As I prepared to leave, Lily wrapped me in a bone-crushing hug. \u201cThank you,\u201d she breathed into my ear. \u201cYou saved our marriage and gave our daughter a father who will love and cherish her always.\u201d\n\n\n\n I hugged her back, warmth flooding my heart. I knew people weren\u2019t perfect, and I hoped Mark would keep this attitude forever.\n\n\n\n But if not, I would be back to give him another lesson; perhaps, with another fruit.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
