Nick's POV
I stood there, staring at the head stone. Reading it over and over again; R.I.P. Warrick James Brown. Loving grandson, loyal friend, and happy husband. I stood there, turning the ring on my left hand. You used to do it, I remember when you told me why.
"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked as we sat on the couch, snuggled together. With my back to your chest and your arms around my waist, you held my left hand in both of yours steadily turning the ring on my ring finger.
"Doing what?" playing innocent was never one of your strong suites, doll. I looked up with a pointed stare as you return your attention to the ring.
"It lets me know this is real, that I'm not in the middle of a dream I don't want to wake up from. Feeling this ring on your finger, I know that you love me as much as I love you." You replied, glancing up into my eyes before looking back to my finger, smiling.
I gave up, figuring that was the best answer I was going to get out of you. I never asked again why you played with my wedding ring or why you would get this far away look in your eyes as you stare at me. After you were taken from me, I started playing with the ring.
Just so it would feel like you were there.