PREGNANT WOMAN SLAPPED AN OLD WOMAN WHAT HAPPENED NEXT WILL SHOCK YOU
“Hit you?” she shouted. “Is this road your father’s house? You old people like trouble too much.”
People nearby turned to look.
The old woman frowned. “Watch how you speak to me,” she warned. “Pregnancy does not give you the right to insult elders.”
That statement annoyed Rebecca even more.
“So now you want to teach me manners?” she shouted. “If something happens to my baby, will you take responsibility?”
The old woman stepped closer.
“Respect is free. Anger is expensive.”
Rebecca laughed bitterly.
“Old witch, move out of my way.”
That word—witch—changed everything.
The old woman’s expression shifted.
“You dare raise your voice at me? Calling me a witch?”
Before anyone could react, Rebecca raised her hand and slapped the old woman hard across the face.
The sound echoed.
People gasped.
The old woman staggered, but did not fall. She slowly lifted her head, picked up her walking stick, and adjusted her wrapper. Then she spoke.
“As you stand there with life inside you,” she said, “you will carry that child beyond time. You will feel labor, but birth will not come easily. You will beg, but help will delay.”
People murmured in fear.
Rebecca laughed nervously. “See drama. I’m not afraid of you.”
But her hands were shaking.
The old woman turned and walked away slowly.
That night, Rebecca could not sleep. Her baby kicked more than usual. She kept hearing the old woman’s words in her head.
Rebecca placed her hands on her belly and whispered, “It’s just words. It’s just words.”
By the ninth month, Rebecca was tired but excited. Her stomach was heavy. Her back ached every night. She could barely sleep. Yet she smiled through it all, because everyone kept saying the same thing.
“Anytime from now, your baby will come.”
Her husband, Daniel, started preparing seriously. He fixed the baby’s bed. He washed tiny clothes and arranged them neatly. He even saved emergency money and kept his phone on loud every night.
Rebecca packed her baby bag and placed it beside the door. She was ready.
Or so she thought.
The first sign of trouble came on a quiet Monday night.
Rebecca felt a sharp pain and screamed.
“Daniel, I think it has started.”
Daniel jumped out of bed in excitement.
“This is it. Thank God.”
They rushed to the midwife’s house immediately. She checked Rebecca.
Hours passed.
Then the midwife frowned.
“You are not in labor,” she said calmly.
Rebecca was confused.
“But the pain, the pressure, everything feels real.”
The midwife nodded. “Go home and rest. Come back when the contractions are stronger.”
They went home disappointed, but hopeful.
Rebecca did not sleep well that night. She kept turning on the bed, one hand on her heavy belly, the other pressed against her chest.
Her husband noticed her restlessness.
“Why are you turning like this?” he asked softly. “Is the baby kicking you again?”
Rebecca forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
But she was not fine.
The next morning, Rebecca woke up with strange pains. Not the normal pregnancy discomfort she was used to. This pain was sharp and deep, like something was tightening inside her womb.
She tried to stand up, but her legs felt weak.
“Daniel,” she called. “Please help me.”
Daniel rushed to her side. “What is it?”
“My stomach. It hurts differently today.”
Fear flashed across his face.
Within an hour, they were at the midwife’s house again. She checked Rebecca carefully, examined her stomach, and frowned.
“This is strange,” she said slowly.
Rebecca’s heart began to race.
“What is strange, Mama?”
“You are full term. You should be showing signs of labor by now, but your body is not responding at all.”
Daniel asked, “Is the baby okay?”
“Yes,” the midwife replied. “The baby is alive and healthy, but your body is behaving as if it is refusing to give birth.”
Rebecca swallowed hard.
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