The Baby Shower

Orm had never seen a party this extravagant in her life.

And that was saying something—considering she had literally married a billionaire.

She had expected something cute. Maybe a cozy little gathering with some pastel decorations, a few balloons, and a table full of snacks.

That is not what happened.

Because their families had hijacked the event and turned it into a full-scale luxury spectacle that could rival a celebrity wedding.

"Babe..." Orm blinked in disbelief as she took in the sheer absurdity of the venue. "Are we at a royal banquet?"

Lingling sighed, rubbing her temples.

"I tried to keep it simple."

Orm turned to her in utter betrayal.

"SIMPLE?! LING, THERE'S A LIVE ORCHESTRA."

Yes.

An actual live orchestra was set up near the entrance, playing soft, elegant classical music.

They weren't even playing baby-themed songs—it was Beethoven.

And that was just the beginning.

The entire venue was dripping in opulence.

Soft pink, gold, and white decorations covered every inch of the space. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. The dessert table looked like it had been stolen from a Michelin-starred restaurant. Waiters in actual tuxedos floated around with trays of tiny, ridiculously fancy hors d'oeuvres.

The grandmothers? Crying at how beautiful everything was.

The grandfathers? Crying at how much money was being spent.

Meanwhile, in the corner—

Freen and Becky were already plotting mischief.

Lingling was stressed.

Which was ridiculous, considering this was her baby shower.

But so many things could go wrong.

The gender reveal was supposed to be perfect.

Smooth. Elegant. Controlled.

And yet, with Orm's chaotic energy and their disaster-prone best friends in the same place, she had a very bad feeling.

"Babe," Orm nudged her playfully, already stuffing cake into her mouth. "Relax. It's just a gender reveal."

Lingling's eye twitched.

"JUST a gender reveal?" she exhaled aggressively. "There is a 50-foot balloon arch, a fountain that changes color, and my mother hired a celebrity chef just for the desserts. Nothing about this is 'just' anything."

Orm blinked. "Okay, but like... why are you acting like it's a stock market crash?"

"Because I know our friends and family."

And right on cue—

Freen and Becky appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey, DAD." Freen grinned at Lingling, pure menace in her tone.

Lingling's entire body stiffened.

"Freen, I swear to—"

"Can we place bets on the gender?" Becky interrupted, already pulling out cash.

"No."

"Too late, we already did."

Lingling closed her eyes.

Inhaled.

Exhaled.

"Why do I even try?"

The moment of truth had arrived.

The air was thick with anticipation. Guests gathered around, their phones poised, ready to capture the big reveal. The event staff was on high alert. Their parents looked like they were seconds away from passing out from sheer excitement.

Lingling stood beside Orm, her grip on her wife's hand firm but tense, her jaw set as she mentally prepared for the spectacle about to unfold.

This was it.

The grand gender reveal.

And it was supposed to be simple.

The Plan:

✔ A graceful, sophisticated, color-coordinated announcement.

✔ The fountain at the center of the venue would change color—pink for a girl, blue for a boy.

✔ Everyone would clap politely, celebrate in a civilized, non-chaotic manner.

It should have been foolproof.

It was not foolproof.

Because Freen and Becky existed.

And somehow—

The fountain exploded.

There was no soft, delicate unveiling. No elegant splash of color rippling through the water.

Instead—

The entire thing went off like a baby shower-themed explosion.

Pink smoke.

Pink confetti.

Pink water, rocketing into the air like a fire hydrant had burst.

It was pandemonium.

A cloud of neon pink mist engulfed the entire gathering, rolling over the party like an unholy gender-reveal apocalypse.

Someone screamed.

Someone cheered.

Someone (Lingling's mother) fainted on the spot.

From somewhere in the crowd, a waiter stumbled blindly through the fog, his white tuxedo now entirely pink.

A child ran by, covered head to toe in glitter, screaming, "I'M THE COLOR NOW!"

And in the middle of it all—

Freen and Becky?

Collapsed on the ground, wheezing.

Lingling—drenched, disheveled, and dangerously close to committing a felony— whirled on them, hands on her hips, eyes blazing with fury.

"WHAT DID YOU TWO DO?!"

Becky, barely able to breathe through her laughter, gasped, "We just... maybe... accidentally... put in too much of the color powder?"

"HOW MUCH IS TOO MUCH?!"

Freen, tears streaming down her face, wheezed, "Enough to make it look like a pink volcanic eruption?"

Lingling's entire soul ascended.

Meanwhile, Orm—who had been stunned into silence for the first ten seconds—suddenly BURST INTO HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER.

She doubled over, clutching her stomach, shaking, absolutely losing it.

"OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING GIRLS?!" she shrieked between giggles.

Lingling, completely covered in pink dust, exhaled sharply.

"Yes, babe." She sighed, defeated. "We're having girls."

And just like that—

Orm tackled her.

With zero hesitation, she threw herself into Lingling's arms, face alight with joy, bouncing on her feet like an overexcited puppy.

"I KNEW IT. I FELT IT IN MY SOUL. WE'RE HAVING TINY CHAOS QUEENS."

Lingling, still mentally trying to recover from the disaster, finally let herself smile.

Because despite the absolute catastrophe, despite being soaked in pink-dyed water, despite the fact that her mother was currently being revived by a waiter—

Orm was happy.

And that was all that mattered.

"Yes, baby." Lingling laughed, pressing a kiss to Orm's forehead. "We are."