Letting go of her, I sit up and reach over to open the top drawer of the nightstand. Pulling out what I want, I take her left hand and slide the Harry Winston halo wedding ring onto my wife’s finger. She gasps, holding it up to get a look at it. Eyes wide with excitement and surprise. “I hope you like it.” Her eyes look over at the nightstand and then back to mine. “How? How long have you had this?” “A while,” I admit shamelessly. “I always knew I’d make you my wife, Elli.”
