Short Horror Stories

Chapter Thirty - Everybody Loves A Fat Baby

Everybody loves a fat baby. You can't help but pinch their cheeks, tickle their tummies, and grab a toe to play "this little piggy".

They give the most contagious jolly smiles that brighten up anyone's day.

My baby is skinny. I've tried to fatten him up, but he fights me every step of the way, refusing to drink his new formula and seemingly metabolizing things faster than I can microwave a bottle.

Nobody wants to pinch my skinny baby and play peekaboo. People walk right by and act like he doesn't exist.

Sometimes I feel like he doesn't gain weight on purpose, just to rob me of my gleaming years of motherhood.

I know that's crazy, and then I feel guilty and cry because all I want is for my baby to be healthy.

My husband says I have post-partum depression. But he's even worse.

He locks himself in the bedroom and never comes anywhere with me and the baby. He looks at me differently, and I worry that he no longer finds my body attractive.

Yesterday at the grocery store, someone called the police because they think I'm starving my baby.

I keep telling the investigators that I'm doing everything I can to fatten him up but they won't listen.

That's why I'm writing this statemente for my lawyer. When he gets me out of here and gets me my baby back, I want to sue this department for slander.

Not only do they say I don't deserve my baby, they call me "pathetic" and "mentally ill".

What hurts me even more are the names they call my baby - "rotting" and "stillborn".