Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.


Manuscript in hand, Andrew - newly promoted to Editor - stepped into Margaret's office. The words died on his lips as he took in the sight before him. Grinning like an idiot, he crossed his arms over his chest as she propped himself up against the door frame.

His wife was distracted. Distracted by the little something on her left hand, ring finger. (He'd chosen the silver band with the solitaire diamond himself, refusing to let her have a say in the matter, surprising it with her when he proposed to her once again.)

The manuscript before her was disregarded as she tilted her hand, the diamond catching the sunlight.

She was married.


Margaret marched down past the cubicles until she found the one that she was after. About to enter, she propped herself up on the partition as she took in the sight before her.

Andrew was engrossed in a manuscript, right hand holding a pen as he turned a page. But it wasn't the right hand that amused her - it was his left. His thumb rubbed the gold thick band that adorned his left hand, ring finger, slowly twisting it in its position.

"Seems to me I'm not the only one with a newfound obsession." Andrew jolted as she spoke, confused.

She smirked as she pointed to the actions of his left hand.

He was married.


A state so new and unexpected, yet so certain and right.