Sonny was so dead.
Sonny was dead, gone, buried, erased off of the face of the Earth, never to be seen or heard from again.
Sonny knew he shouldn't have taken it off.
But he hadn't wanted to ruin it, it was his most valuable possession; the stupid thing meant more to him than anything else in the world, and who knows what twenty minutes underneath scalding water would've done to it.
All he'd wanted to do was wash dishes.
Sonny crouched down and peered underneath the dresser, poking his fingers into the crack where the dresser and the floor didn't quite meet.
He wriggled his hand around, fingers tracing the hardwood floor, blindly grasping for the missing object.
Just as his hand had finally begun to go numb and he'd managed to stick almost the entire length of his arm underneath the dresser, – one perk of being thin, he supposed – he heard the soft padding of feet coming towards him from across the bedroom.
Crap.
Sonny was so dead.
Sonny was so dead, and he still hadn't found the stupid thing, and Rafael was behind him now, and how was he supposed to explain that he'd lost it only two days after receiving it?
Sonny sighed and turned his head to face Rafael, who was standing directly in front of their bed, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and did he look amused?
Probably at the sight of Sonny sprawled halfway underneath a large piece of furniture.
He figured he should explain himself.
Maybe if Sonny appeared contrite and sweet, widened his eyes a little bit so that his baby blues were on full display, threw in a sad pout, Rafael would take pity on him and actually help him find the damn thing.
Sonny knew Rafael couldn't stay mad at him for long when he pouted.
He put on his best Sonny Carisi smile, dimples puckering his cheeks, before saying, "Hey, Rafi! Have you seen the – Oh."
Rafael's right arm was no longer crossed over his chest; instead, it was raised in front of him, Sonny's engagement ring between his index and middle finger.
Sonny quickly removed his arm from beneath the dresser (but not before his elbow knocked into it on the way out, to which Rafael laughed, because he was a jerk), and stood up, warily eyeing the offending piece of jewelry.
"Where did you find it?" Sonny asked. "I've been looking for that thing for like, forty-five minutes now."
Rafael stepped closer, twirling the ring around in his fingers as he spoke.
"You left it on the coffee table," he stated simply.
Sonny gaped.
"Not uh," he said, glancing over at the large bureau. "I was so sure that I left it over there."
"Well, you didn't," Rafael said, chuckling.
He took Sonny's left hand in his own then, slipping the silver band onto Sonny's ring finger.
It was simple. No jewels, no embellishments, just a simple, shining, silver band.
Sonny loved it.
Sonny especially loved admiring the ring, like he was doing right now, because somehow staring at it made the fact that Rafael had asked Sonny to marry him more real.
Rafael took Sonny's hand in both of his and lifted Sonny's fingers to his lips, pressing a light but tender kiss to the band.
Most of all, Sonny loved the man who had given him that ring.
Rafael lowered Sonny's hand but didn't relinquish the tight grip that he had on his fingers.
"Don't take it off again. Ever."
Sonny grinned at Rafael's demand, but he knew from the way that Rafael's thumb was protectively encircling the ring that there was more weight behind those words than he would admit aloud.
Sonny removed his hand from Rafael's grasp and let his palms rest on either side of Rafael's waist. Sonny looked into his eyes and smiled.
"I was just trying to wash some dishes," he said quietly. "Don't worry, Rafi, I'm not trying to get rid of you. You're mine now. Forever."
Rafael hummed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his arms enveloped Sonny.
"Well," he began. "I'll be on dishwashing duty from now on. I suppose that I need to practice my house-husband skills at some point."
And with that, Rafael cupped Sonny's face in his large hands and pressed a long, affectionate kiss to his forehead before turning and retreating back out to the living room.
Sonny just stood there, frozen, fingers curling over his ring.
Husband.
Wow.
Sonny didn't think he'd ever get used to that.