My Coworker Wants My Husband to Drive Her to Work While I’m on Maternity Leave — That’s Not Even the Craziest Part

Maternity leave was supposed to be a time of bonding with my newborn, but it quickly turned into a nightmare when my coworker Emily decided she was entitled to more than just a ride to work. Her audacious actions tested the limits of our patience and pushed us to confront the lengths we’d go to protect our family.

My name is Katie, and life has been a whirlwind lately. Between moving in with my husband, Mark, and preparing for our first baby, things have been busy.

A pregnant couple sitting by the window and playing with their cat | Source: Pexels

A pregnant couple sitting by the window and playing with their cat | Source: Pexels

Mark is my rock; he’s steady, kind, and has a bit of a people-pleaser streak. We’ve been together for a couple of years and married for about a year now. While we were excited about our growing family, the adjustments had been overwhelming at times.

One constant in my life, oddly enough, had been my coworker, Emily. For the past year, I’d been giving her a ride to work. Initially, it was no big deal; she lived just three minutes from my old apartment.

Katie is driving her co-worker Emily to work | Source: Midjourney

Katie is driving her co-worker Emily to work | Source: Midjourney

Even after I moved in with Mark, I kept driving her because, well, it seemed like the right thing to do. It wasn’t too much trouble, and she didn’t have anyone else to help her out.

But now things were different. I was going on maternity leave soon, and Emily was in a panic trying to figure out how she’d get to work. She couldn’t drive, and the nearest driving school was two hours away. With no family around to assist her, she was out of options.

A pregnant woman holding her baby bump | Source: Pexels

A pregnant woman holding her baby bump | Source: Pexels

One day, after another frantic discussion about her predicament, she looked at me with those pleading eyes. “Katie, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Can’t you help me out?”

I shook my head sympathetically. “Emily, I wish I could. But driving you to work while I’m on maternity leave just isn’t possible. Taking a newborn out at 6 a.m.? No way.”

A couple of weeks ago, she had a new idea. “You should ask Mark to drive me,” she suggested.

A worried Emily is talking to Katie about her problem | Source: Midjourney

A worried Emily is talking to Katie about her problem | Source: Midjourney

I almost laughed at the audacity. “No, Emily, I’m not asking him. We need to be at work by 6:30 a.m., and he starts at 7:30 a.m. We live 15 minutes from you, and our job is 20 minutes from his. It’s not happening.”

She tried to joke about it. “Well, it’s his fault you’re on maternity leave. He got you pregnant!”

I didn’t find it funny. “Emily, this isn’t about blame. It’s just not practical.”

Emily looks upset | Source: Midjourney

Emily looks upset | Source: Midjourney

She was clearly upset that I wouldn’t even ask him. “I wouldn’t have taken this job if I knew we couldn’t carpool anymore,” she reminded me, guilt-tripping me about how I’d helped her get the job in the first place.

And then on the first morning of my maternity leave, the doorbell rang at 5:45 a.m. I groggily got up, hoping against hope it wasn’t who I thought it was. But sure enough, Emily stood there with a desperate look on her face.

“Please, can you just ask him?” she pleaded.

Katie is shocked when she opens the door | Source: Midjourney

Katie is shocked when she opens the door | Source: Midjourney

I sighed deeply. “Emily, we’ve been through this. I can’t ask him to do that.”

Before I could shut the door, Mark appeared behind me, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

Emily seized the moment. “Mark, can you please drive me to work while Katie’s on maternity leave? I don’t have anyone else to ask.”

I shot Mark a look, hoping he’d catch on. He hesitated, his people-pleaser nature shining through. “Well, I suppose I could…”

Katie watches as Emily tries to convince Mark to help her | Source: Midjourney

Katie watches as Emily tries to convince Mark to help her | Source: Midjourney

“No, Mark,” I interrupted firmly. “You can’t. You need your rest too, I need your help with the baby, and it’s not fair to put this on you.”

Emily’s face hardened. “I see. Well, thanks for nothing.”

She turned on her heel and stormed off. I felt a pang of guilt but also relief. Maybe now she’d finally get it.

But the issue was far from resolved. Emily was persistent, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last I’d hear of it. I could sense the tension building, and I wondered how far she’d go to get what she wanted.

Emily looking desperate for help | Source: Midjourney

Emily looking desperate for help | Source: Midjourney

A couple of days passed, and my maternity leave had just started. Adjusting to the new rhythm of life with a newborn was both exhausting and exhilarating.

This particular morning, I woke up early to get some baby formula while Mark stayed home with our baby.

I shuffled to the front door, my eyes still heavy with sleep. But when I opened it, my heart sank. Our car was gone. Panic set in immediately. I ran back inside, frantically calling the police. “Our car’s been stolen!” I exclaimed, my voice trembling.

A woman talking on the phone while looking through the window | Source: Pexels

A woman talking on the phone while looking through the window | Source: Pexels

Mark came rushing in, the baby in his arms. “What’s going on?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

“Our car…it’s gone,” I stammered, my mind racing with fear and confusion.

As the officers were taking down the details, a familiar sight rolled up the driveway: our car, with Emily and a man inside. I felt a mix of relief and anger bubble up inside me.

A woman peeks out from a car window while holding the keys | Source: Pexels

A woman peeks out from a car window while holding the keys | Source: Pexels

Emily stepped out, her expression a mix of smug satisfaction and indifference. “It’s my boyfriend. He’s driving me to work. You didn’t give me a ride, so I suppose at least I can use your car.”

I was stunned, words failing me as the audacity of her actions sank in. Emily had apparently seen where we hid the spare key and decided to help herself.

“You…you took our car?” I finally managed to say, my voice shaking with disbelief.

Police officers outside a house | Source: Pexels

Police officers outside a house | Source: Pexels

Mark came to the door, holding the baby, his face a mask of concern. The police officers turned to me, asking if they should arrest Emily and her boyfriend. Panic flickered across Emily’s face for the first time.

“No,” Mark said firmly, surprising both me and the officers. I tried to protest, but Mark held up a hand. “Let them go.”

The police left, leaving us standing in awkward silence.

Emily, knowing about Mark’s people-pleasing nature and still trying to play it off, said, “Glad you’re okay with the car thing. I knew you’d understand, Mr. Help-them-all!”

Mark tells Emily to stay away from his family and his house | Source: Midjourney

Mark tells Emily to stay away from his family and his house | Source: Midjourney

Mark’s expression hardened, and he took a step forward. “Listen carefully, Emily. I don’t want to see you around my wife, my baby, or our house ever again. You’ve crossed a line that we can’t ignore.”

Emily’s smug look disappeared. She glanced at her boyfriend, then back at Mark. “Fine,” she muttered, her bravado fading. They left without another word, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

That evening, after the initial shock had worn off, Mark and I sat down to discuss what had happened.

Mark and Katie talk about what happened | Source: Midjourney

Mark and Katie talk about what happened | Source: Midjourney

“I can’t believe she took our car without asking,” I said, still incredulous.

Mark sighed. “I know. It’s unbelievable. But we need to focus on keeping our home safe now. We’ll change the locks and find a better place for the spare key. We’re not letting anyone take advantage of us again.”

Mark also suggested we install a security system and inform our neighbors about what happened, just in case Emily tried something again.

A couple with their baby | Source: Pexels

A couple with their baby | Source: Pexels

The next morning, he called a locksmith while I stayed inside with the baby. As the locksmith worked, we could hear our baby cooing and gurgling from the living room. It was a comforting sound, reminding us of why we were doing all this.

“Thank you for being so strong,” I told Mark as we watched the locksmith finish up. “I know it wasn’t easy to confront Emily like that.”

Mark smiled, squeezing my hand. “We’ll always do what’s best for our family. No one comes between us.”

A closeup of a woman checking messages on her smartphone | Source: Pexels

A closeup of a woman checking messages on her smartphone | Source: Pexels

A few days later, while I was feeding the baby, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Emily: “Sorry for everything. Won’t bother you again.”

I stared at the screen, unsure of how to feel. Part of me was relieved, but another part was still angry.

“Should I reply?” I asked Mark, showing him the message.

He looked at it for a moment, then shook his head. “No need. Let’s just move on.”

A woman with a baby looks at her husband who's using a laptop | Source: Freepik

A woman with a baby looks at her husband who’s using a laptop | Source: Freepik

I agreed. Emily was in the past now, and we had a bright future to focus on. With the locks changed and the security system in place, our home felt like a safe haven again.

A few weeks later, as we settled into our new routine, I couldn’t help but reflect on how much we’d grown as a family. The experience with Emily had tested us, but it had also made us stronger.

A man kisses his wife on the forehead | Source: Pexels

A man kisses his wife on the forehead | Source: Pexels

One evening, as we sat on the couch with our baby asleep in Mark’s arms, I felt a sense of peace. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” I asked, leaning on Mark’s shoulder.

He kissed my forehead. “Yeah, we are. We’re stronger than ever.”

I nodded, grateful for his support and firmness. And with that, I knew we could handle anything life threw at us. We had each other, and that was all we needed.

Mark and Katie share a hug | Source: Midjourney

Mark and Katie share a hug | Source: Midjourney

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