A ring. A gold ring with a pretty little diamond solitaire. An engagement ring. I gape down at it, utterly stunned. He clears his throat again. “It’s okay if you don’t… I know it’s not the most important thing. But I wanted… I wanted to make it official. That I love you. That you’re everythin’ to me. That I’ll be yours forever. If… if… that’s what you want.” My eyes are swimming in tears as I finally drag my gaze from the ring in his hand. “Where did you get that?” “Found it. Been lookin’ for a while now. And Mack helped me dig up a couple of wedding bands. I think they’ll fit us. Cheryl said
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