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“I want to get married,” I said again, turning to look at Attie who was currently knocked out on the couch, then back to him.

His eyes filled with laughter.

“You do?” He teased. “Who are you going to marry?”

My lips thinned, and my eyes narrowed.

“You know exactly who I’m going to marry, Dillweed,” I snapped. “And I got these nifty rings to review.”

His eyes went down to the silicone rings I’d received from a new distributor that specialized in making rings for people in demanding jobs such as firefighters, mechanics, police officers and such.

His eyes went down to the ring I had in my hand, then back to me.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” He asked.

I shrugged.

“I guess. I wasn’t really trying to demand it …but I wanted you to know my position on the matter…in case you were wondering,” I stammered.

He grinned and pushed the ottoman away from him before standing fully.

He left the room and came back moments later, his hand holding a pink velvet box, causing my heart to start pounding.

“Well, I was going to save this until we had somewhere special to go, but I guess now is as good as time as any,” he said teasingly. “Do you want to switch?”

His eyebrow was raised, and the corner of his lip was tipped up in a small quirk that mine answered with their own grin as I tried not to laugh at the craziness of what we were doing right then.

“You were going to ask me in a romantic proposal?” I whined. “I would’ve waited for that!”

He tossed the box into my lap and snatched the black ring with the thin, red line through the center of it.

“This is cool,” he said, stretching it slightly before he pushed it down on his ring finger. “And it fits good. Where’d you get this?”

I told him the name of the business that’d sent it to me, and his lips tipped up.

“That was right next to the place where I got yours,” he said. “Open it.”

Looking down into my lap, I picked the box up, lifted the lid slightly and peaked in through the narrow opening as I immediately gasped and opened it all the way.

“How’d you know?” I gulped, pulling the ring out and sliding it onto my finger.

He shrugged.

“Thought it was cool,” he said. “And I saw it pop up on the side of your computer each time you got on Facebook. It was one of the ads that showed ‘you also might like this’ shit. Found that one at the store and thought it looked an awful lot like that one.”

It was a simple ring. And I loved it.

The band was two colors, black and white diamonds. The two alternated all the way around the ring, and I’d loved it at first sight.

I didn’t know why I kept going back to looking at that ring, but now that I saw it sitting on my finger, I wanted to cry in joy.

“Thank you,” I whispered, looking up at him.

“Can I call you grandma when the baby gets here?” Attie teased from her perch on the couch.

I tossed the empty box at her.

“Only if you allow me to spank you as if you were my child,” I shot back.