My Husband Gave Me a Scale for Our 20th Anniversary and Said, 'Maybe Now You'll Finally Do Something About Yourself' – So I Gave Him a Gift He Never Saw Coming
Greg untied the ribbon with theatrical care.
I placed the box in his hands.
“And this is my gift to you.”
The phones rose again.
Greg untied the ribbon with theatrical care. When he opened the lid, his face emptied. Inside lay a folded red dress and an old photograph.
“Trying to remind us what you looked like before children?”
He pulled out the dress first.
“This old thing?” he asked. “Trying to remind us what you looked like before children?”
Claire stood from a table near the back.
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“Actually, Greg, I altered it,” she said. “The seams were fragile, and the waist needed work.”
Greg lifted the dress higher.
Sophie rose beside Daniel and Lucy. I faced Greg.
“You squeezed her into this?”
Claire shook her head.
“No. I tailored it for Sophie.”
Greg lowered it slowly.
"When I helped her try it on, she finally told me why she had stopped eating breakfast with us.”
Sophie rose beside Daniel and Lucy. I faced Greg.
“She found my first-date dress in storage months ago,” I said. “She wanted to wear it to a scholarship dinner. When I helped her try it on, she finally told me why she had stopped eating breakfast with us.”
“Harmless teasing. She misunderstood me.”
His mouth tightened.
“What are you talking about?”
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“She didn't want you watching her plate,” I said. “She didn't want another joke about bread, thighs, or her lack of discipline.”
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