Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster.
The caption? Oh, just this gem:
[Legally welcoming our little one into the world.]
Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote:
[Once the baby is born, I’ll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.]
I couldn’t help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry’s DMs came in hot:
[She’s just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby’s born, I’ll come back to you.]
[Don’t be so petty. My mom already said we’ll only get the marriage certificate after you give me a son. This way, we can have the wedding first—it’s perfect.]
I hit him back with a cold [Mm,] wiped my profile clean of anything Henry-related, and posted a fresh update:
[Missing a groom—who’s up for the job?]
Henry was the first to blow up my notifications:
[Daphne Diaz, are you out of your mind? It’s just a marriage with her—do you really need to blow this out of proportion?]
[Did you seriously think a social media post would make me jealous?]
[That’s hilarious. I’m warning you—stop making trouble, and don’t make things hard for Betty.]
Oh, but Betty couldn’t resist chiming in:
[Daphne, Henry just wants to give our baby a legitimate status. I’m not taking Henry from you. Once you and Henry get married, my baby can even call you Mom.]
And my mom had to throw in her two cents:
