"Okay," he agrees. "But you need to let me buy you something designer."
"Why?"
"My wife deserves the best. You need to have at least one over-the-top, pretty thing in your possession."
I stare at him until he peeks down and sees me pout. "But what if I want something vintage to match my ring?"
He sighs, kissing my forehead. "Fine. You want vintage; we'll shop vintage."
"Besides," I tease, "I already have one over-the-top, pretty toy in my possession. I have you."
Beau laughs and snatches me around the waist, pulling me on top of him. "I am pretty," he laughs. "And I'm all yours."
THE END