Chapter 8- The Perfect Ring
*Elliot's POV*
It's been six months since I laid in Olivia's Benson's bed and professed my love to her. Three months ago, she asked me to move in with her and Noah, a question to which I happily said "yes." Living with the love of my life has had its ups and downs, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Noah has captured my heart. He's grown so much and amazes me on a daily basis. I'm so happy, but I want more. The idea came into my head last week when Liv came home after a particularly hard day at the precinct. Despite her bad mood, she put a smile on her face, cooked dinner for the three of us, and went about her normal nightly routine. I was amazed by her strength and grace and made the decision then and there that I was going to ask her to marry me.
I enlisted the help of two of her closest friends, Casey Novak and Alex Cabot, to assist me in the process of finding the perfect ring. They both set aside some time for a Saturday afternoon and we went to a high-end jeweler in East Village. We began by deciding on the shape of the diamond and the metal to be used for the band and setting. We decided on a square shaped princess cut diamond and a white gold band and setting. Alex pointed out a particularly beautiful ring, encrusted with small diamonds and one large princess cut diamond in the center, held up by four white gold posts that were welded to the band. Casey walked over to observe the ring and a pool of tears filled her eyes. Alex followed suit and began to cry as well, both women acting particularly hormonal, I thought. They beckoned me over and when I saw the beautiful piece of hand-crafted jewelry, a pool of tears filled my eyes as well. "This is the ring." I said. "This the ring with which I will make Olivia Marie Benson my fiancée." I hugged Alex and then Casey and went to check out. My next mission was to plan the perfect proposal, and I would need their help.