Rebekah gasps and tips her head back to look at me. “We are?”
I chuckle. “Yes, sweetheart. I told you we would buy wedding bands as soon as possible. I can’t have my wife running around town with no rings on her finger,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “Running around town… Pft.”
She’s right. She’ll never be running anywhere alone. It would give me heart palpitations. She doesn’t even know how to drive, though that’s on my list of things to teach her in the coming weeks. Everyone needs to know how to drive. It’s a safety issue.
“I pulled some possibilities out and set them up for you to look at, but we can change anything if none of them have the right feel.”
I guide Rebekah over to the display as James rounds to the other side.
She leans over and stares at all the diamonds. There are no price tags anywhere. I asked James not to display them. I don’t want my girl worrying about money or even knowing that the rings we will buy today will cost more than everything she’s ever owned in her life combined, including her family’s land.
I stand behind my girl, leaning around her with both arms, and pick up a gold band with a round diamond in the middle surrounded by pink stones. This one calls to me. Not that I will make this decision for her, but I’m drawn to it because it’s dainty and pink. “Give me your hand, sweetheart. Let’s see how this one looks.”
She gasps as I slide it on her finger. “Oh my…”
“That looks so pretty on you.”
“It must cost a fortune,” she whispers.
“Don’t you worry about that,” I order, my voice slightly stern because I know she responds strongly when I put my foot down.
She has her hair down today, and she’s wearing a pale pink dress that’s fitted across her chest and flows out below her breasts. It reaches midthigh. If she twirled, it would flare out and everyone would see the sexy white lace panties I know are under the skirt. I’m the one who handed them to her this morning. She doesn’t have a bra on. She doesn’t need one with the type of bodice this dress has. The straps are thin, allowing me to kiss her bare skin as often as I want. Brushing her fiery curls out of the way, I do so now.
Goosebumps rise as she shivers.
Other than our wedding when she wore her mother’s dress, Rebekah told me she hasn’t worn a dress in longer than she can remember. It was never practical. She’s always been the sort of person who liked to traipse through the woods, explore, get dirty. For the last several years, she’s had to do so just to forage for food.
Getting dressed up is a new thing for her, but she’s beaming. I think she likes how she feels. Or maybe she likes the way I look at her, my stare heated.
I toy with the ring on her finger. It’s growing on me more by the second. “Would you like to try on some others? There are hundreds of rings in here.” I move my hand out of the way so she can look at the rest of the ones James pulled out for us to look at.
The owner politely lets us chat without interrupting. There’s a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. It must be nice to work someplace where most of your clients are the happiest they will ever be.
Rebekah takes some time to look carefully at everything in the case. “Is it weird that I like the one you chose?”
“Nope, but I’m not the one who has to wear the ring, sweetheart. It should be something you love.”
She holds her hand up to stare at it. I guessed her size, and apparently I guessed well. It fits her perfectly. It’s so dainty, just like her fingers. A giant stone would look pretentious on her, and she would hate it.
James sets two more rings closer to us. One is a thin wedding band for her. The other is larger and matches the female band. “These two complement that ring very nicely, but there are other options if you’d like to peruse a bit.”
Rebekah twists her head to look at me. “I don’t need another ring.”
“Sure you do. We did things out of order. The one you’re wearing now should have gone on your finger in some beautiful location when I got down on one knee. The band is what I would have added to the engagement ring at the ceremony. We’re rectifying those two missed steps now.” I kiss her nose.
A deep contented sigh escapes her lips as I pick up the tiny band and nestle it against the first ring.
“So pretty,” she murmurs.
I slide the matching ring onto my finger and hold it up next to hers. “What do you think?”
“I love them so much.” She turns in my arms and wraps herself around me.
I hold her tight, rubbing up and down her back. “I guess we’ll take these.”
“Ohmygod, this is delicious.” Rebekah’s eyes roll back in her head, and she moans around the nacho she just ate.
