“I love your zero cool,” she reminded him with a smile, then laughed quietly. “I just thought you were messing around half to see what would happen and half because you keep spoiling me.” What’s more spoiling than giving into someone’s childish desire for sugar on a stick? Or a ring, in this case. “And I’m apparently not as observant as I think I am.” She was joking, knowing full well that you can’t observe for things that simply weren’t in your scope of thought. Besides, that would have been really presumptuous, and she tried not to be that.
She loved the ring, really, finding it her style without ever having a style for jewelry in the first place. Hands folded over one another easily in her lap, right hand tracing along the lines of the circle like a kid with a new toy, like a woman completely awestruck by the way her life unfolded. Made into mush by the man before her and fucking loving every minute of it. It was weird. She laughed again, shaking her head. “Let them be sick of us. Times a million.” So much energy and nerves and she didn’t mind. A little bit of the nerves came from worries in the back of her mind, she knew. Marriage wasn’t something she had seen work in her experience. But the worry was a bug, squished from how big and full of love she felt. They had navigated some weird shit and only got stronger from it; together, they totally had this in the bag.
“I love you. With all of my heart.” She replied, laughing at his cheekiness. “The most amazing welcome back I can think of.” Then, peering at David, fidgety with energy. “And I might ask you to ask me again..? In our other Room?” If he didn’t mind. Because, while not a traditionalist either by any means, Syd was a romantic. And shared spaces where she could hug him after saying yes (again) sounded really nice.
“Also, this totally blows any of my gift ideas out of the water.” Not that it was competition, obviously, but it was still an amusing thought.