Supposed To Be Yours

EZEKIEL

The house was quiet now. The kids were sound asleep in their rooms, and I had decided to stay for the night.

It just felt right being here.

Vivienne and I were sitting on the couch. I glanced over at her, watching the way her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the cushion. She looked peaceful, but I could tell she was thinking about something. Maybe the ring, or maybe everything that’s happened lately.

“So,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “Do you like the ring?”

Her eyes flicked to mine, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Yes, I do. It’s beautiful, Zeke.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

“I’m glad,” I said softly, reaching for her hand, gently rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.

For some reason, I was nervous, even though she’d already accepted it. Maybe it was because so much was riding on this—on us.

Vivienne turned to face me more fully, her brow furrowing slightly as she asked, “When did you get it, though? I didn’t even know you were planning thi