My Mother-in-Law Chose Her Goddaughter Over Me, Until It Was Too Late

As the birth drew close, my mother-in-law kept watch outside the door, counting off the gender of every baby born in the delivery room.

"A girl…"

"Another girl…"

The pain in my belly was unbearable. I reached for the call button, but she stopped me.

"You can't give birth now. Every baby born now is a girl."

"That means the helm-child coming is a boy, and he'll be the last one out. If you deliver now, the boy will run off to some other family."

Her superstition made my blood boil, but the pain was too much to bear. The moment she wasn't looking, I dialed Everard Head.