"D-Do you like it?" Andrew had finally gotten the ring out of the box and onto Maxwell's finger. The man had been busy kissing him the whole time, whispering kind words to him, and while Andrew really enjoyed it, he did want the man to focus on the thing he'd been worried about the most.
Maxwell was in his lap, on the ground of the sanctuary under the pergola while the photographer watched the couple flirt and make out with a camera in her hand. Andrew knew he should be embarrassed, knew he should be way more flustered than he was, but he wasn't. Instead, he was now more worried that Maxwell wouldn't like the ring.
Maxwell, a little dazed, looked down at the ring that weighed down his finger. Andrew stared at the man's face, trying to get a read on what he was thinking, and watched as Maxwell straightened.
"What kind of stone is this?" He asked carefully. "This doesn't look like a sapphire." Maxwell stared at the ring and Andrew felt his lips twitch.
