Page 50 of George’s Big Day

“No, I’m wearing my wedding ring,” I argued, lifting my left hand so he could see the beast he’d gotten me last Christmas with all the diamonds and the platinum.

“No,” he apprised me, his smile warm, heating his eyes. “I’m doing it far more traditionally. What you’re wearing is your engagement ring. This is your wedding ring, and today, when we say our vows, we’ll take off the big one, slide this smaller one on your finger, and then put the sparkly one back on.”

“Why?”

“They’re made to go together, so they’ll be flush.”

“Didn’t answer my question.”

“When you’re deployed, you’ll wear the plain one. When you get home, you’ll wear both.”

“I don’t need two.”

“Yes, you do. You can’t wear the diamonds into the field. I know that. But I spoke to Ian, and he said that a plain platinum band would be all right.”

“Oh, did he?”

“Yes. And he would know, would he not?”

Of course he would.

“George?”

“Yes.”

“So that’s why.”

I studied him.

“What?”

“You really want people to know I’m married.”

“Yes, I do. And I’ve seen the band you picked for me, and that is much bigger than the one I chose for you.”

“No. You picked diamonds for mine and then told me you would not be wearing any.”

He made a face. “It’s not me. The plain one you picked is perfect, though again, quite wide. I think it could have been thinner, unless you, like me, are sending a message.”

I was. He wasn’t wrong. “I want people to see it. I don’t want anyone to miss the ring. I mean, isn’t that the point?”

“Yes, love,” he murmured. “That is the point.”

I stared at him, and he stared back.

“I should get up and⁠—”

“No, I’m getting a washcloth. Just stay there.”

“You now have dried cum on your gorgeous abs,” he said, pointing at me. “We need to get cleaned up and out of here.”

“We will,” I told him. “It’s not like they can start without us.”

“No,” he said, getting to his hands and knees. “So come take care of me.”

I felt the roll of arousal go through me.

“I am a bit tired,” he teased, putting his head down, leaving his ass in the air.