My Son Asked If He Could Save a Seat for ‘The Man Who Always Brings Mommy Flowers’ at Thanksgiving
Leo, my six-year-old son, asked if we could reserve a seat at Thanksgiving dinner for “the man who always brings Mommy flowers,” and I assumed he was dreaming. But I was determined to learn more because of the expression on my wife Megan’s face, which told me there was more to the story.
In our family, Thanksgiving has always been a time of happiness and closeness. But this year, Leo’s remark prompted me to consider anything other than Thanksgiving.
I began to question whether I truly know my wife.
My favorite holiday has always been Thanksgiving. Every year while I was growing up, my mother made a huge deal out of it and had the whole extended family over for a lavish feast.
The smell of roasted turkey, laughing, and far too many pumpkin pies would fill the house. Those experiences stayed with me, and I knew I wanted to continue the tradition after I married Megan.
Megan and I have been hosting Thanksgiving at our house for the last seven years.
Although it takes a lot of effort, it is worthwhile.
The house is filled with warmth and affection, Megan cooks to perfection, and I help out by preparing the table and entertaining Leo. In the best way possible, it’s chaotic.
We made the decision to keep it small this year. Only the three of us.
Work deadlines, Leo’s schoolwork, and all the small things that build up when you least expect them have made life tough lately.
In addition, I haven’t spent as much time at home as I would have liked. I’ve been working longer hours in the hopes of getting promoted, but I’ve also missed a lot of small moments with Megan and Leo. A peaceful Thanksgiving seemed like the ideal opportunity to catch up and spend time together.
Additionally, it seemed sense to keep things simple because we haven’t been doing well financially.
We were doing a dry run a few days prior to Thanksgiving, making sure we had everything we would need for the meal.
As six-year-olds do, Leo was buzzing around us when he abruptly stopped and asked a question that stopped me in my tracks.
“Can we save a seat for the man who always brings Mommy flowers?”
I nearly let the chair I was holding fall. Megan, who had a pile of plates on the table, also froze.
“What man, buddy?” I asked, attempting to remain composed.
“The one who gives Mommy flowers when you’re at work!” Leo grinned as he spoke.
I thought Megan would laugh it off, so I looked at her. Rather, she simply gazed at Leo, her eyes wide. Our son appeared to have revealed a family secret.
“Oh, really?” I laughed. “What’s he saying, Meg?”
Megan stumbled, “I-I don’t know,” and then she turned to Leo. “Sweetie, what are you talking about?”
As if it were the most obvious thing in the world, Leo shrugged.
“C’mon, Mom!” he exclaimed. “You are familiar with him. Who’s that guy with the flowers? The last time I saw him, he was holding the roses on the threshold. You told me to go to my room and not to bother you, even though I wanted to come view the flowers. Do you not recall?”
What’s happening? I pondered. What is Leo discussing?
Megan’s response wasn’t helpful at that time.
Megan stumbled and said, “That’s… that’s not true, Leo,” Her voice faltered as she tried to seem humorous. “My dear, you must be having hallucinations. I can’t recall that.
“I’m not!” Crossing his arms as he does when he’s positive he’s correct, Leo persisted. “The last time, he sent pink roses. They were your favorite, you remarked.
I was unable to ignore the pit that was growing in my stomach. Megan was someone I trusted, but her response was making me question that trust.
I had never for a moment questioned her loyalty throughout the seven years of our marriage. Now, though? To me, all of those innumerable late-night conversations, tears, and giggles seemed like a performance.
Did Megan actually have a romantic relationship?
After we put Leo to bed that evening, I was unable to let it go. Throughout the evening, Megan had been aloof and had hardly met my gaze.
I said, “Megan,” and we sat on the couch. “What’s happening? Do I need to know something?
“No, uh,” she recorded. “Tom, it’s nothing. I have no idea where Leo is getting this information. Kids can be, you know that. They fabricate things.
However, Leo rarely made things up, particularly when it came to this particular detail. I had no doubt that my wife was concealing something.
Insisting, “Come on, Megan,” He exuded such confidence. He claimed that while this person was here, you sent him to his room. Do you not think that sounds a little odd?
She said defensively, “Tom, I don’t know what to tell you,” “Maybe he misunderstood something he saw on TV or —”
“Or maybe he didn’t,” I broke in, my displeasure showing. “If this is nothing, why do you look so… freaked out?”
She snapped, “I’m not freaked out,” despite the fact that her hands were trembling and her cheeks were flushed. “I just don’t like the implication that I’m hiding something from you.”
“I have nothing to accuse you of. I simply Megan, I have to know what’s happening. This is the moment if there is something you are not telling me.
She didn’t answer. For a few moments, she simply gazed at the ground.
She said, “It’s nothing, Tom,” following a protracted silence. “Let’s just drop it, okay?”
“Leave it? Yes,” I replied, and walked out of the room.
I entered the living room and took a seat quietly.
I thought, I know I’ve been working late lately. Perhaps too much. Furthermore, she is unaware that I am vying for a promotion. Would she actually start looking for someone else as a result of that? No, that is not what Megan would do. At least… She wouldn’t, in my opinion.
The days that followed went by in a blur. I made an effort to concentrate on my work and Thanksgiving preparations, but my thoughts kept returning to that table.
Megan, however, went about her daily business as if nothing had occurred.
Thanksgiving morning soon came.
As usual, the day began. As I assisted with setting the table, Megan began preparing a filling dinner for us. Leo was engrossed in his favorite television program.
Since I had made the decision not to approach Megan, the stress from earlier in the week had largely subsided by that time. That did not imply, however, that I had forgotten everything.
When the doorbell rang, Megan was just about to serve the dinner.
She pondered out loud, “Who could it be?”
Leo leaped from the couch before I could respond.
“It’s him!” he said. “The guy with the bouquet! I told you to see your father.
I stared at Megan, my heart hammering against my chest.
She looked at the door, then at me, then at Leo. At that moment, she appeared to want to sink into the ground.
“Leo, wait!” Her voice was almost audible as she called out.
I hurried to the door before I could comprehend what was happening, interrupting Leo before his hand could reach the knob.
The truth started to come to light at that point.
A man, most likely in his late 40s, was standing on our porch with a bunch of flowers.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking uneasy. The insignia of a nearby flower business was imprinted on his shirt.
“Hi,” he said clumsily. “I apologize for disturbing you. This was a special, last-minute order, even though I am aware that she requested no deliveries today.
Megan was now standing behind me when I turned to face her.
“Care to explain?” I raised an eyebrow in question.
Megan let out a trembling breath and her shoulders fell.
She signaled the delivery man to come in and said, “Come inside,”
After entering the foyer, the man set the flowers on a little table near the wall.
She said to him, “Special order?” “Who is it for?”
The man shrugged, “I don’t really know,” he said. “Today, I was asked to deliver the flowers.” However, I apologize for upsetting you.
After saying, “That’s okay,” Megan gave him a tip.
Then she smiled and ushered him out.
I made the decision to confront her once she shut the door behind her.
“Okay,” I responded, sounding more assertive than I meant to. “Megan, what’s going on? Who has been delivering flowers to you?
“It’s not Tom, it’s not what you believe. Allow me to explain, please.
I folded my arms. “Then explain.”
She buried her face in her hands and slumped down the couch’s edge.
“I never intended for it to be kept a secret. It simply happened, and I was at a loss for words.
“Tell me what?” Despite my internal emotional turmoil, I asked in a softer tone.
At last, she glanced up at me.
She admitted, “I’ve been making flower arrangements,” “For further cash. That’s all. There isn’t another man, I assure you, Tom.”
“What?” I inquired. “Are you organizing things? As a business, perhaps?
She gave a brief nod. “A few months ago, I began. We haven’t had much money lately, and I didn’t want to make things worse for you. I reasoned that perhaps I could contribute in some small way, just for myself.
“But Megan, why didn’t you tell me? Why is everything so secret?
She started with, “Because I know you, Tom,” “You would reassure me that we would work it out together and not to worry. However, I didn’t want you to have to do it yourself. I wanted to handle this alone. For us.
Just then, Leo entered, holding his plush dinosaur.
He said, “Mommy, are you crying?”
Megan gave him a hard hug while grinning.
“Oh, no, my love. I’m all right. Mommy and Daddy are currently discussing a significant matter.
He scowled. “Is it about the man with the flowers?”
I knelt next to them and put a hand on Leo’s shoulder.
“Buddy, that man doesn’t bring Mommy flowers for himself,” I advised him. “He is merely assisting her in her work. “Yes, Megan?”
“That’s right,” she said with a nod. “Mommy’s been making flowers for people who want pretty bouquets.”
Leo’s gaze expanded. “Those flowers were your creation? That’s really awesome!”
Megan softly laughed as his naive enthusiasm helped to defuse the atmosphere.
After a time, I said, “Okay,” and got back up. “So, who are these flowers for?”
Megan took a time to study the bouquet. “Well, I’m not sure. I informed the store that I wouldn’t be working today.
I gave her the little card that was hidden inside the flower.
“Maybe this will clear things up.”
She said, “Let’s see,” as she removed the card. When she read the note inside, her eyes grew wide.
She read loudly, “To Megan, the best wife and mother,” “We appreciate all that you do for us. Love, Leo and Tom.
She gave me a look. “You… you did this?”
I gave a nod.
“All right… I said, “All I wanted to do was figure out what was going on.” “Well, I went to the local flower shops and inquired about if they had been sending flowers to my house. I understood what you were doing at that point. I was informed by a little business that you frequently called them to send flowers. It makes sense. They are the nearest. Because of their diminutive size, they have more affordable costs than the others. Everything seems to fit with ease.
“And? When you began to put it all together, what thoughts did you have?” she inquired.
To be honest, I couldn’t figure out why you would keep that from me. However, I later concluded that shocking you was the greatest approach to get you to confess. I therefore considered making this delivery. I told the delivery man to keep quiet around you.
“Seriously, Tom?” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she laughed. “You’re amazing! You did this, really?
“I did,” I said while embracing her. “There’s something more you should be aware of while we’re at it. At work, I requested a raise. And.
“Yes?”
“And I got it!”
“What? That’s incredible, Tom!”
I softly cupped her face. “Skulking around for money is no longer a concern for you. However, I’m okay for it if you want to continue doing this since it brings you joy. Please just let me participate the next time.
She questioned, “You really mean that?”
“Of course I do,” I responded, planting a kiss on her neck.
Grabbing Megan’s sleeve, Leo pulled. Could you also make me a bouquet, Mommy? I’d like to present it to Grandma.
The air felt lighter for the first time in days as the three of us laughed. Thanksgiving was only getting started, but it was already looking like it might be one of the greatest.
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