53~Hannah

"Yes, thank you so much." I was tired of repeating these words over and over. I dropped my phone on the kitchen island and held on to my mug of hot cocoa with both hands, blowing on it slowly to cool it off before it would burn my tongue off. I needed it to be in tact when more inevitable congratulatory calls would come in.

The elevator doors came open just then. "Hey babe." He walked in with a wide grin hoisting the bags in his hands and dropping them right in front of me on the island as he pecked my lips.

"Hey. You stepped out really early," I unenthusiastically responded, not caring to look into the bags he had come in with.

"Yeah I had to go get some stuff." He said, already typing on his phone. He paused and did a double take on my finger, "Where's your ring?"

I stared down at my bare finger, void of the clean cut diamond ring he was asking of "In the bedroom, why?"

"I just thought you'd never want to take it off cause of how well it suits your beautiful finger." He joked but I