I am Nora. My husband Henry and I rarely went on date nights before marriage. We both have high-paying jobs, so I thought our routine of watching movies with pizza was dictated by our wish to be at home rather than by money.
Yesterday was my 40th birthday, and Henry invited me and my parents to celebrate it at an upscale restaurant. When it was time to pay the $1100 bill, my and my parents’ jaws dropped when Henry said “Hey darling! It’s your birthday, so I thought you’d want to pay.
I didn’t bring my wallet with me.”
At the time, I thought he was joking so I laughed a little. But he kept his gaze steady on me, his lips curled in that soft, unwavering smile. He still smiled.
“Come on, Nora. You’re always saying you’re ‘independent.’ I thought you’d want the chance to show it.”. He continued, “I thought you wouldn’t mind.
You’re always saying you enjoy treating yourself on your birthday, right?”
My parents went silent, looking between Henry and me. Meanwhile, I felt my cheeks burn and the embarrassment rising in my chest. My dad’s face turned dark, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Henry.
“Henry, you invited us to dinner. For Nora’s birthday. You’re simply going to sit here and let her pay?
What happened next changed everything…
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