He's quiet for a long time as he stares down at her, hands laced at the small of her back.
Mary Anne Bell.
Well, Mary Anne Bell-MacLaughlin, which was hell to spell out on a deed.
When had he decided that this was important? Marriage and home and love and... eventually... children? Because he'd done it once before, and that had been a mitigated disaster.
But when she said 'please'...
"All right," he nods, his voice quiet. "Not our home. Not our rings."
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Date: 2007-06-25 12:50 am (UTC)Mary Anne Bell.
Well, Mary Anne Bell-MacLaughlin, which was hell to spell out on a deed.
When had he decided that this was important? Marriage and home and love and... eventually... children? Because he'd done it once before, and that had been a mitigated disaster.
But when she said 'please'...
"All right," he nods, his voice quiet. "Not our home. Not our rings."