My Son Asked If He Could Save a Seat for ‘The Man Who Always Brings Mommy Flowers’ at Thanksgiving

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The next few days passed in a haze. I tried to focus on work and getting the house ready for Thanksgiving, but my mind kept circling back to that moment at the table. Meanwhile, Megan continued her usual routine, pretending nothing had happened.

Soon, Thanksgiving morning arrived. The day started as usual. Megan started cooking a hearty meal for us while I helped set up the table.

Leo was watching his favorite show on TV. At that point, the tension from earlier in the week had mostly faded because I’d decided not to confront Megan. However, that didn’t mean I’d forgotten everything.

Megan was almost ready to serve the food when the doorbell rang. “Who could it be?” she thought aloud. Before I could say anything, Leo jumped off the couch.

“It’s him!” he exclaimed. “The man with the flowers! See Dad, I told you!”

My heart pounded against my chest as I looked at Megan.

Her gaze shifted from the door to me before landing at Leo. It looked like she wanted to sink into the floor at that point. “Leo, wait!” she called out, but her voice was barely audible.

Before I could process what was happening, I found myself rushing to the door, cutting Leo off just as his hand reached the knob. And that’s where the truth began to unravel. On our doorstep stood a man, probably in his late 40s, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He looked nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His shirt had the logo of a local flower shop embroidered on it. “Hi,” he said awkwardly.

“I’m sorry to bother you. I know she asked for no deliveries today, but this was a special, last-minute order.”

I turned to Megan, who was now standing behind me. “Care to explain?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Megan’s shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath. “Come inside,” she said while motioning for the delivery guy to step in. The man walked into the foyer and placed the flowers on a small table by the wall.

“Special order?” she asked him. “Who is it for?”

“I don’t really know,” the man shrugged. “I was just asked to deliver the flowers today.

Sorry for disturbing you, though.”

“That’s okay,” Megan said and handed him a tip. Then, she ushered him out with a smile. Once she closed the door behind her, I decided it was time to confront her.

“Okay,” I said, my voice firmer than I intended. “What’s going on, Megan? Who’s been sending you flowers?”

“It’s not… it’s not what you think, Tom.

Just give me a chance to explain.”

I crossed my arms. “Then explain.”Continue reading…