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redifer · 01-08-2012, 07:52 PM

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Originally Posted by sarahlooo

Mason grinned at his woman's laugh. Yeah, this wasn't really his thing. Typical man with typical man issues. Trouble expressing feelings, trouble understanding what women wanted. But apparently he understood this time. Thank Merlin. Oh, and he had good taste too? "Well, it's actually my mother's wedding ring," he told her. "My father gave it to me after she died and said that she would have wanted it to belong to my future wife... You." Mason smiled up at her.

"I love you too." And he was pleasantly surprised when Medea took his face in her hands and kissed him. After a moment, they both pulled away and Mason laughed as Medea commanded him to get up. He loved her smile. "Yes, ma'am," Mason said with a chuckle. "Or should I say, future Mrs. Everard?" Heh. Wink wink.

After sitting back in his seat, he remembered seeing a ring in Medea's hand earlier... but now it was gone and her purse was aside. His eyes flashed back and forth between Medea, her hand, and her purse. "You had a ring..." He started, looking back up at her.

Medea listened carefully as Mason talked about the ring and his mother, she could tell his mother meant a great deal to him. Not to be callus, but not having a mother-in-law wasn't such a bad thing. Medea had never been close to her family so it was really no skin of her nose. She was hoping they could run off and get eloped; a large wedding was not on her agenda. Not to mention, a large wedding at her age? Not appropriate. Hopefully Mason wouldn’t want a traditional wedding.

She leaned back into her chair as he stood and got settled in to his chair. Without thinking about her response she answered back, ”Mrs. Everard? Huh?” She not once had considered the tradition of taking his name. The shock was evident, as was the confusion and loss of words. Medea never thought she’d be anything but a ‘Ward’. And really the name fit her so well, it was so close to the word ‘warden’.

Dang it! The ring. She sheepishly collected it from the bag, ”Yes, it just pales in comparison of the one you gave me.” The woman handed it to him on her open palm.

01-08-2012, 07:52 PM	#97 (permalink)
redifer Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Ruling Dramamine Posts: 1,724	Eating chili with Sirius Red NinjaRaspberry White Chocolate Mocha Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo* Mason grinned at his woman's laugh. Yeah, this wasn't really his thing. Typical man with typical man issues. Trouble expressing feelings, trouble understanding what women wanted. But apparently he understood this time. Thank Merlin. Oh, and he had good taste too? "Well, it's actually my mother's wedding ring," he told her. "My father gave it to me after she died and said that she would have wanted it to belong to my future wife... You." Mason smiled up at her. "I love you too." And he was pleasantly surprised when Medea took his face in her hands and kissed him. After a moment, they both pulled away and Mason laughed as Medea commanded him to get up. He loved her smile. "Yes, ma'am," Mason said with a chuckle. "Or should I say, future Mrs. Everard?" Heh. Wink wink. After sitting back in his seat, he remembered seeing a ring in Medea's hand earlier... but now it was gone and her purse was aside. His eyes flashed back and forth between Medea, her hand, and her purse. "You had a ring..." He started, looking back up at her. Medea listened carefully as Mason talked about the ring and his mother, she could tell his mother meant a great deal to him. Not to be callus, but not having a mother-in-law wasn't such a bad thing. Medea had never been close to her family so it was really no skin of her nose. She was hoping they could run off and get eloped; a large wedding was not on her agenda. Not to mention, a large wedding at her age? Not appropriate. Hopefully Mason wouldn’t want a traditional wedding. She leaned back into her chair as he stood and got settled in to his chair. Without thinking about her response she answered back, ”Mrs. Everard? Huh?” She not once had considered the tradition of taking his name. The shock was evident, as was the confusion and loss of words. Medea never thought she’d be anything but a ‘Ward’. And really the name fit her so well, it was so close to the word ‘warden’. Dang it! The ring. She sheepishly collected it from the bag, ”Yes, it just pales in comparison of the one you gave me.” The woman handed it to him on her open palm. __________________