My husband Luke, who hates sweets, started coming home smelling like pastries. Late nights and flour on his shirt fueled my suspicions, leading me to fear the worst — an affair.
I’m Kate, 28, married to Luke for almost five years. Everything seemed fine until I noticed Luke’s strange behavior. He’d come home smelling like freshly baked goods, but he’s not a sweet eater. I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe another woman was baking for him.
One night, I saw flour on his cuff and chocolate smudges on his shirt, which only worsened my fears. I called my mom for help. She agreed to follow him and keep me updated.
Days later, my mom came back with shocking news: Luke had been taking baking classes in honor of his late grandmother. She had asked him to promise to keep up family traditions, including baking every Sunday, creating a family tree for our future children, and collecting family photos.
I felt awful for doubting him. When Luke came home, I confessed my suspicions. He explained he had kept it a secret to surprise me, and he just wanted to show how much he loved me.
The next week, Luke baked his first apple pie using his grandmother’s recipe. It was imperfect, but I loved it, and I realized that love is in the little things — the traditions and memories we create together.
I learned my lesson: don’t jump to conclusions. And next time, just tell me you’re planning a surprise!