“You could’ve at least let me know. I thought…” I trailed off, feeling embarrassed for where my mind had gone. Dan walked over and wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought this would be a nice thing to do, but maybe I should’ve communicated better.”
My mom chimed in with a playful grin, “Well, the bed frame isn’t creaking anymore, so I’d say Dan’s earned some brownie points tonight.”
We all laughed, the awkward tension finally breaking.
I realized how much I had let my fears and insecurities build up in my mind. Dan’s late nights weren’t some grand betrayal—they were just a result of him trying to manage everything on his plate, including helping my mom. That night, we went home, and I finished preparing his favorite dinner.
Over the meal, we talked, laughed, and reconnected in a way we hadn’t in months. Sometimes, the scariest moments are the ones that remind you just how much you have to be grateful for.
