Wedding Drama: Pregnant Sister Refuses to Be a “Free Driver,” Teaches Family a Lesson
Eight months pregnant, Gabby expected to be a guest at her sister Tara’s lavish wedding. Instead, she was handed an outrageous “family duty” that pushed her to her breaking point. As the big day unfolded, Gabby had to decide where loyalty ended and self-respect began.
Gabby, in her eighth month of pregnancy, was already “exhausted” from the added weight and aching joints. But that was nothing compared to being in her sister Tara’s orbit. Tara had always had a way of making people revolve around her, assigning tasks rather than asking for help. Saying no to her felt like inviting a storm. One afternoon, while Gabby was meticulously arranging artificial peonies for wedding centerpieces, Tara casually announced her plan for “free transportation for all my wedding guests” to make it “chic and classy.” Gabby, glue gun in hand, froze. “But how are you going to pull that off?” she asked, reminding Tara that she’d already blown her budget on food, which was why they were using fake flowers. Tara, without looking up, simply stated, “Since your husband owns a transportation business and has a few cars, it’ll be easy for him to handle. Child’s play, really.”
The Outrageous Demand and Gabby’s Breaking Point
Gabby stared, unsure if she’d misheard. Tara’s voice was too casual, too confident, as if this had been decided days ago. “You haven’t talked to Timothy about this,” Gabby said, trying to keep her voice level, despite the rising heat in her chest. Tara dismissively waved her hand. “You can talk to him, Gabby. He listens to you.” “That’s not the point,” Gabby countered. Tara finally looked up, mildly annoyed. “It’s not that big of a deal, Gabby. It’s your family’s business. You guys have cars and drivers, why not help your sister out on her big day?”
Gabby pushed herself up from the floor with effort, her baby kicking in protest. “And you expect me to be one of the drivers, Tara?” she asked, knowing the answer. “Well, you’re pregnant… so you’ll be the ‘sober’ one,” Tara said. “It’s not like you’ll be dancing all night anyway.” Gabby’s chest tightened, her breath catching. “Tara, I’m going to be nearly nine months pregnant on your wedding day. You really want me to drive drunk strangers around at midnight?” “They’re not strangers, Gabby!” Tara insisted. “They’re my friends. My rich friends. And you know what that means… I want everything to be classic and effortlessly glamorous.” It always came back to image with Tara, not how something felt or its actual cost. It was about creating that “picture-perfect” illusion. Unable to trust her voice, Gabby texted her husband, Timothy: “Can you pick me up soon? Please?” He replied instantly, “Already on the way. Be there soon, love. Picking up some tacos for you, too.” When he arrived, Gabby left without saying goodbye. Tara called after her, “Tell Timothy I said thank you in advance. I know he’ll come through for me. That’s what family does.”
In the car, Gabby told Timothy everything, expecting rage, but instead met with a calm silence, the kind that precedes a firm decision. “She’s already printed the wedding programs,” Gabby finished, “They say, and I quote, ‘Complimentary luxury transportation provided by the bride’s sister and brother-in-law, courtesy of their company.'” Timothy didn’t respond immediately. Then he reached over, slid his hand gently onto Gabby’s thigh, and smiled. “Don’t stress, Gabby. We’ll give Tara exactly what she asked for… just not the way she imagined.”
The Wedding Day Showdown
The wedding was at an overpriced vineyard, Tara’s idea of “understated elegance,” which included fifteen chandeliers and a string quartet flown in from out of state. Gabby, wearing a navy maternity dress and flats, felt like an exhibit: “The Obliging Sister.” Timothy’s company dispatched five gleaming cars, their drivers in tailored uniforms, exuding calm authority. Guests were clearly impressed, just as Tara desired. Before the ceremony, Tara quickly hugged Gabby, whispering, “You didn’t disappoint me, Gabby! I’m glad you came through… Pregnancy brain and all…” Gabby forced a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Tara.”
The ceremony went off without a hitch. The reception was lavish, but the real “magic” happened when the rides began. Gabby and Timothy’s drivers handled everything. Each guest requesting a car was treated like royalty. But upon arrival at their destination, the drivers politely stated, “That’ll be $50. The bride said her guests are classy enough to contribute to our services. Cash or card, we accept both, of course.” Some guests chuckled, thinking it was a joke. Others were confused. One older woman gasped and clutched her pearls, grumbling, “Tara told me that it was free!” The drivers, instructed to smile charmingly, simply replied, “We were given a different instruction. Apologies for the miscommunication.”
By midnight, Tara’s phone was a “war zone,” bombarded with texts and calls from guests demanding explanations. She was too preoccupied posing in her second gown to notice the trouble brewing. It wasn’t until the end of the night, with most guests gone, that she found Gabby. “Gabby,” she hissed, bouquet half-crushed, makeup smudged. “What the hell is happening?” Gabby feigned ignorance. “What do you mean?” “Everyone’s being charged! Gabrielle, you told me Timothy would take care of it!” “Of course, he did,” Gabby calmly replied. “He took care of it like a professional charging for a service.” Tara’s voice cracked. “You embarrassed me! Do you know how this makes me look? I printed that it was complimentary, Gabby! Don’t you know what that means?” “Yes, Tara,” Gabby replied. “You printed it. But without asking us.” Tara’s jaw twitched, her fingers clenched. “Where’s the money? Gabby? Where is the money?” she demanded. “It went into the business,” Gabby stated. “Same as it would for any other client.” “You’re my sister!” Tara shrieked. “You were supposed to do this for me. It’s your family duty!” Timothy’s hand slid onto Gabby’s lower back, grounding her. “But your friends are rich, Tara. And I thought that they’d be classy enough to pay for themselves.” Tara was speechless. Gabby turned and walked away, Timothy’s arm steady around her.
New Boundaries and a New Beginning
Tara called the next day, leaving a voicemail filled with rage and tears. Two days later, she texted, “You humiliated me on the biggest day of my life, Gabrielle. I’ll never forgive you.” Gabby simply put her phone down. Three days later, sitting in the car after a perfect OB-GYN appointment where the doctor confirmed her baby was healthy and on schedule, Gabby felt a sense of relief. “Still keeping the gender a surprise?” the doctor asked. “We are,” Timothy grinned. “It’s the best kind of surprise!”
“Want to celebrate with some ice cream?” Timothy asked. “I thought you’d never ask,” Gabby replied. As they drove, Timothy commented, “I still can’t believe Tara tried to turn your third trimester into an Uber shift, Gabby.” Gabby laughed. “She really thought she was being generous… I got offered the honor of being a ‘sober driver’ for a bunch of drunk strangers. On my swollen feet. At midnight.” Timothy shook his head. “The next time your sister needs a favor, we’ll tell her that we’re booked with nap time and feeding schedules.” At the ice cream shop, Timothy helped Gabby out of the car. They found a shady bench. “This is perfect,” Gabby sighed. “You okay?” Timothy asked, looking at her softly. “I think so.” “We did the right thing,” he nodded. “And she’ll get over it.” “Or she won’t, Tim. But that’s not a big deal, right? We all have to grow up sometime.” “You don’t sound very broken up about it all, huh?” he smiled. Gabby smiled back, relieved. “For the first time in a long time, I’m not. I genuinely think that I’m fine… and I’m glad that it happened before the baby. There’s no room for selfish people once the baby comes.”
Gabby realized that setting boundaries, though initially guilt-inducing, eventually felt like “air,” like “breathing for the first time.” She was done orbiting someone who never cared if she wanted to be pulled into their space. Her baby deserved a mother who knew the difference between loving people and losing herself. Tara could keep her tantrums and need to control the narrative. Gabby and Timothy had better titles waiting: Mom and Dad.