“You were constantly interfering in our lives, nitpicking every little thing I did. And I’m pregnant with your grandchild—I couldn’t handle the stress! So yes, we came up with this plan, and it worked perfectly.
You finally had something to do, and I got a break!”
Her words hung in the air, stinging more than I cared to admit. I shook my head, disbelief coursing through me. “You know what, Peter?
I could have expected this from her. But not from you.”
“Margaret, I can explain…” Peter began, stepping toward me. But I was too angry to listen.
I stormed out of the house, my old leg injury reminding me of its presence with every step. “Margaret!” Peter called after me. “Margaret, wait!”
Spinning around, I glared at him.
“What?! What could you possibly say? I’m too old for these games!”
He stopped, his face clouded with regret.
“I told Kate I didn’t need her record player! That I just wanted to be with you!” he shouted, his voice raw with emotion. “That doesn’t change the fact that you agreed to it at first,” I retorted, my voice trembling.
“Because you were awful!” Peter snapped, then softened. “Or at least, that’s what I thought. I heard how you constantly picked on Kate, always telling her what to do.
But the truth is, I wasn’t any better—grumpy, closed off, and bitter. You changed me, Margaret. You made me feel alive again.
You reminded me how to find joy in the little things.”
I hesitated, his words piercing through my anger. “Why should I believe you?” I asked, my voice quieter now. Peter stepped closer, his gaze steady.
“Because I’ve fallen for you, Margaret. For the meticulous, bossy, always-right woman who also cares so deeply, who cooks meals that feel like home, and who knows all my favorite songs by heart. I love you—all of you.”
Tears welled in my eyes, his confession shaking me to my core.
The truth was undeniable—I had fallen for him too. No matter how furious I was, my feelings wouldn’t let me walk away. He reached out, gently brushing a tear from my cheek.
“I’m sorry for hurting you. Please, give me a second chance.”
I nodded slowly, letting the tension ease. “Alright,” I said, my voice softening.
“But you’re keeping that record player from Kate. We’ll need it for our music.” Peter laughed, relief and joy washing over his face. From that Thanksgiving on, Peter and I were inseparable.
Each year, we celebrated the holiday with music playing on that record player, our love growing stronger with every tune.
