The Barson Daily Prompt: Ring

Follow up to chapter 3 - Small Revelations. Thanks for the guest reviewer who asked if that particular drabble would continue.


Even off work, a world away from New York, he was still up with the sun. He sat down on the deck, looking at the ocean as the sun came up, drinking his coffee, fiddling with the newly placed ring on his left hand. How the last 6 months had changed his life.

He remembers sitting in his office, looking at that picture in the paper, looking at the image of her looking at him. But it was the look she was giving him. If he had known THAT is how she was looking at him, the papers would have had a much different picture to print that day. Then she blew into his office, wild and gorgeous, that same look on her face. That talk they finally needed to have was little more than her saying she loved him before launching herself at him. He didn't even have time to get out of his chair. She just collapsed on him, kissing him, whispering things to him he never thought he would hear from her – apologies for the wasted time, the hurt she had put him through, promises to never ever make him feel like that again. He kissed those words away one by one. There in his office, in the elevator on the way out of the building, that night in the darkness of her bedroom after they had put Noah to bed, the next morning as she questioned if he was sure.

He felt her sit down beside him. He leaned back, pulling her into his side. She ran her left hand up his face, turning her into him, meeting his lips with her own, as he felt her own ring rest on the side of his face. Forever.