I Returned Early to Surprise My Husband Only to Find Him Burying a Large Black Egg in Our Garden – Its Mystery Brought Us Closer
I had been away on a tiring business trip, and missing home, I decided to return sooner than planned to surprise my husband, Ben. To my utter astonishment, I found him in our garden, drenched in sweat, seemingly burying something odd — a large black egg. He kept mum about it, which fueled my curiosity. The journey to unravel this mystery led to a series of revelations.
After days of back-to-back sessions at a business conference in Chicago, I was drained. I’d been missing Ben dearly. Our lives had become busy, with me being a consultant and him diving deep into investment banking. When my last meeting ended earlier than expected, I seized the chance to return home sooner. I was longing to reconnect with him.
“You’re skipping the keynote?” Linda, my colleague, asked skeptically. “It might be pivotal for your promotion.”
I closed my laptop bag decisively. “This time, love takes precedence over career. Ben and I haven’t had a meaningful conversation in far too long.”
Linda laughed, “Regina putting love first? That’s a big deal!”
“I’ve got to retrieve my marriage,” I replied, checking the flight timings on my phone. “If I leave now, I can catch the 6 p.m. flight and surprise Ben.”
Linda chuckled and waved me off with a wink, “Go get your man. And text me when you land. Surprise returns have a knack for going sideways.”
Little did I know her words would ring so true.
The sun was setting and casting elongated shadows as I pulled into our driveway. My heart raced as my hands shook slightly while turning off the engine. The house looked peaceful, its warm lights glowing invitingly. However, stepping inside, everything felt well out of sorts.
Ben wasn’t in his usual spot in his home office. Instead, the house felt oddly quiet, the kitchen a minor chaos with dishes piled high. Through the window, I caught sight of the back garden. What I found there took my breath away.
The garden door creaked slightly as I stepped through, but I froze on the spot at what I saw. Ben was in the middle of our vegetable patch, bent over something with his sleeves rolled up. His usual neat appearance was gone, replaced by a disheveled sight. But the real shock was the massive, glimmering black egg beside him.
