Choosing the rings had been one of the hardest things to do. It definitely wasn't the case of seeing the perfect ones as soon as we walked into a shop as is portrayed in films and TV.
Sherlock had found rings on the internet which had a bolt on one and a screw to fit on the other and was outraged that I hated them and thought they were a stupid novelty. When he had stopped sulking (three days later) I showed him a set that I had found which were solid gold that we could engrave inside but apparently they weren't unique enough for us. Any other ones I had found apparently weren't good enough to cope with Sherlock's experiments as he said he would refuse to take his off. In the end we decided to go for platinum rings, since we only paid for the marriage ceremony and the tuxedos, which we would design and engrave for the other to be revealed on the day.
We were in a car sent by Mycroft that was driving us to the airport the day after the wedding, us having consummated the union in Sherlock's old bedroom. Well after also doing so on the balcony.
Sherlock's ring took me a long time to find. I knew he wouldn't want a complex pattern on it and I couldn't bring myself to get him one with simple stripes. After traipsing the internet for hours when he was out on a case I found a place which lets you put your fingerprint on a ring. Now if that didn't scream Sherlock Holmes then I don't know what would.
"The fingerprint from the ring finger of your left hand is genius Mr Holmes," I hope the smile that appears on my face when I hear my new name never stops.
"Wow a genius huh? I thought I was an idiot."
"Well you still are but you're my idiot. Can I take a look at the engraving now?"
"Sure." I knew he wasn't one for liking declarations of clichés so I went for:
"Property of John H. Holmes" His smile he had been wearing all morning was somehow even bigger as he read this and I let out a sigh of relief that he liked it. "It's perfect."
"I'm glad you think so. When I asked for that I got dirty looks from the couple next to me who wanted 'love you always' engraved on their rings. Anyway how long have you known what it says and looks like?"
"Who cares what the normals think and I honestly didn't know until yesterday and the engraving just now. I knew how much you wanted it to be a surprise so I refused to think about it and any signs you gave away I had to ignore. I hope you appreciate how hard that was for me." He was giving me a mock scowl now so I kissed that look off his face.
"Of course I do. I had no idea you could just switch it off. Does that mean you also don't have to say everything you deduce out loud too?"
"Ha ha." But I could see he was trying not to smile. "Look at your ring."
I took it off and stopped breathing 'You always come first'.
"I know that sometimes it seems like I am ignoring you or that I only care about what is going on with my cases so I wanted you to be able to look at this ring and know that you are the top priority in my life."
He placed it back on my finger and gently stroked it. I looked down at the outside of my ring over where Sherlock had just run his finger. Tiny diamonds were placed at what looked like random intervals but I knew that it couldn't be if he designed it. "Is that Braille?"
"Yes it says 'My John' so I guess we are both possessive."
I had no idea how to respond to that so I just rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. There was something about the way he said 'My John' that made my name sound like an endearment instead of one of the most common and boring names in England.
"Oh wait I also got you this." I reached into my inside pocket and pulled out a simple chain that was also made out of platinum. "I know you will have to take the ring off for some cases so I thought that if you put it on here you will be less likely to lose it."
"People don't give you enough credit John, you have thought of everything."
