Teresa Lisbon lay beside Patrick Jane in the small bed of the Airstream, watching the diamonds on her finger glint in the moonlight.
She had barely stopped touching or looking at her engagement ring since he had placed it so carefully on her finger. It was pretty - nothing ostentatious, he knew her well enough to know she'd hate that - and while stunning also had that air of simplicity that summed her up.
The platinum band was a stark contrast to the band of gold - now removed - that Jane's first wife had put on his finger all those years ago.
First wife.
She moved slightly, risking a glance at him. He was calm - serene almost - in a way she'd never seen before. It was as though he didn't have a worry in the world.
First wife.
Angela was no longer his wife. She was never his ex-wife. But now she owned the title first wife.
In just a matter of days she - Teresa Lisbon - would claim the title of wife. Despite stating just months ago that he didn't have a plan, he had essentially given himself to her, one hundred percent, by giving her this ring, and removing his own.
She was startled out of her thoughts when he let out a groan and stretched a little, cautious not to dislodge her from her place at his side.
"Are you awake?" she whispered.
He laughed a little at that, "You're thinking so loudly, how could I not be?"
Lisbon felt herself blush a little in the relative darkness. "Sorry…."
"Don't be…" he reached for her hand, brushing a kiss across her fingers.
"I don't expect you to forget them…" her words were barely a whisper.
"I know."
"I just wanted to make sure…."
She felt him nod and snuggle closer to her.
"So… Teresa Jane… Teresa Lisbon-Jane…."
"Yeah… about that…"
"I really don't mind," he assured her. "Whatever you want. It's your name…"
She chuckled, "You know my middle name, right?"
"Teresa Jayne Jane… that works…"
"At least it has a 'y' in it."
It was his turn to laugh, "Because that makes all the difference… I guess we're nothing if not original."
"We're perfectly imperfect," Lisbon told him, "and I wouldn't have it any other way."
He planted a kiss on the top of her head, "That we are, my little princess. That we are."