Precise fingers are curled around her imperfect hand as they sway to the music of their first dance.
They're married.
They're married.
It's too beautiful, there's no way it really happened. There is no way this gorgeous, perfect woman walked down the aisle to become her wife today. It seems like a dream, the beautiful kind of reverie you wish you'll never wake from. Professionally coiffed hair is tickling her chin as Maura's face buries itself into Jane's neck.
She places her cheek against the softness of Maura's gentle waves and angles her head to stare at their intertwined hands. Mesmerizing is the only way to describe the sight of the ring on her finger, the touch of Maura's ring on her shoulder. The soft lighting in the ballroom casts silhouettes against the walls, but more importantly, it makes it seem as though flames are dancing along the white-gold band she'll forever treasure.
It's a new thing for her, wearing a ring or any type of jewelry, but the added weight is comforting in a way Jane hadn't expected. She'd thought that it would take time to get used to it, that she'd end up sliding it along her finger all night in an attempt to feel more comfortable with it on, but this wasn't the case. Maybe it was a sign she was finally doing something right, something that she was supposed to do; like marrying Maura is the thing she was made for.
Jane is more than okay with that.
She tilts her head downward slightly, so her lips are right next to the doctor's ear, "If this is a dream, please don't ever wake me up."