Nathan
"I… I can’t accept that." She looks down at the ring on the tray in front of her, then at me. "I can’t."
After she admitted, she wasn’t going to tell me to leave, I asked her to change and accompany me. I didn’t tell her where we were going. I also over-rode her protests that she had to open the bakery. She opens at 11 a.m. on Monday, and I promised to have her back in enough time to prep. She shouldn’t need to work on Monday. Given the size of the dark circles under her eyes, she should take the day off and stay in bed. Not that I’m going to mention that to her. If I did, I'm sure she’d extend the operating hours, just to spite me.
But if I'm doing this marriage thing, I'm doing it properly. And she deserves a ring. Something that proclaims she's mine. I stiffen. No, that’s not
