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The Ultimate Guide to Gold Wedding Rings for Men: Classic to Modern Styles

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The Ultimate Guide to Gold Wedding Rings for Men: Classic to Modern Styles

Selecting the perfect gold wedding ring is a significant decision for any man. Gold rings are timeless symbols of love and commitment, combining elegance with durability. Whether you're drawn to classic designs or modern styles, this ultimate guide will help you navigate through the options to find the perfect gold wedding ring for men.

Understanding Gold Rings

Gold rings have been cherished for centuries due to their luster, beauty, and versatility. When choosing a gold wedding ring for men, it's essential to understand the different types and purities of gold available:

Yellow Gold

The most traditional choice, yellow gold is valued for its rich, warm hue. It is pure gold mixed with alloys like copper and zinc to enhance its strength and durability.

White Gold

A modern favorite, white gold offers a sleek, sophisticated look. It is created by alloying gold with white metals such as palladium or silver, often plated with rhodium for a brilliant finish.

Rose Gold

Known for its romantic and vintage appeal, rose gold is made by mixing gold with copper, giving it a distinctive pinkish hue. It's an excellent choice for those seeking something unique.

Gold Purity

Measured in karats, with 24K being pure gold. However, pure gold is too soft for everyday wear, so it's often alloyed with other metals. Common choices for wedding rings include 18K (75% gold) and 14K (58.3% gold), offering a balance of purity and durability.

Classic Gold Wedding Rings for Men

Plain Gold Bands

The epitome of timeless elegance, plain gold bands are simple yet sophisticated. They can be found in various widths and finishes, from high polish to matte.

Carved or Etched Bands

For a touch of personality, consider gold rings with carved or etched designs. These subtle patterns add character without overwhelming the classic appeal.

Milgrain Edges

A classic design element, milgrain edges feature tiny bead-like details along the ring's borders, adding a vintage touch to a traditional gold band.

Modern Gold Wedding Rings for Men

Two-Tone Gold Rings

Combining different gold colors, such as white and yellow gold, creates a striking contrast and a contemporary look. Two-tone rings offer versatility, complementing various styles and other jewelry pieces.

Textured Gold Rings

Modern gold rings often feature unique textures, such as hammered, brushed, or sandblasted finishes. These textures add a distinctive touch and are perfect for those seeking a non-traditional look.

Inlay Designs

Inlay designs incorporate materials like wood, carbon fiber, or gemstones into the gold band. These rings blend classic and modern elements, creating a unique and personalized look.

Geometric Patterns

Geometric patterns, such as grooves, lines, or angles, offer a contemporary twist to gold wedding rings. These designs are ideal for men who appreciate modern aesthetics.

Customizing Your Gold Wedding Ring

Personalizing your gold wedding ring adds a special touch to your commitment. At WJD Exclusives, we offer various customization options, including:

Engravings

Add a meaningful date, initials, or a short message inside the band to make your ring truly unique.

Gemstone Accents

Incorporate small diamonds or other gemstones into your gold ring for added sparkle and significance.

Choosing the Right Fit

Comfort is key when selecting a wedding ring. Consider the following factors to ensure the perfect fit:

Width

Gold wedding rings for men typically range from 4mm to 8mm in width. Choose a width that feels comfortable and suits your style.

Profile

The ring's profile refers to its shape in cross-section. Common profiles include flat, domed, and beveled. Try on different profiles to find the most comfortable fit for you.

Size

Ensure your ring size is accurate. Remember that fingers can swell with heat and activity, so choose a size that fits well throughout the day.

FAQs About Gold Wedding Rings for Men

What is the most durable gold for wedding rings?

14K gold is considered one of the most durable options for gold wedding rings because it contains a higher percentage of alloys, making it harder and more resistant to scratches and wear.

Can gold wedding rings be resized?

Yes, gold wedding rings can typically be resized by a professional jeweler. However, the extent to which a ring can be resized depends on its design and structure.

How do I care for my gold wedding ring?

To maintain the shine and beauty of your gold wedding ring, clean it regularly with a mild soap and water solution, and avoid exposure to harsh chemicals. Store it in a soft cloth or jewelry box when not in use.

What is the difference between 14K and 18K gold?

14K gold contains 58.3% pure gold, while 18K gold contains 75% pure gold. 18K gold is more valuable and has a richer color, but 14K gold is more durable and better suited for everyday wear.

Conclusion

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Never Say Goodbye - Epilogue

Pairing: Dean W. x Female Reader 

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

AN: Song inspo for this chapter is “Sweet Time” by REO Speedwagon! 

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: Fluff overload!

Epilogue

Seven months later…

Dean settled his hands on your waist as he sidled up behind you in the kitchen, this time in the apartment you shared with him.

You jolted a bit in surprise, but your spine still tingled pleasantly when he enveloped you from behind.

You had gotten ready so quickly this morning that you hadn’t even greeted him yet. He was reminding you of it now as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. 

“Gooood morning, Vietnam!” he joked. 

He could call you and Sam nerds all he wanted, but Dean loved a classic movie reference.  

You smiled and grabbed one of his hands.

“Hey, baby. How do I look on my first day as Senior Library Curator?” You turned and showcased what you were wearing. 

Dean took in your long black pencil skirt, dark red blouse, and your “I mean serious business” heels with a low whistle, and he twirled you by the hand for effect. Dean himself was already dressed in his work uniform.

“I always like you in red,” he said, briefly focusing on the hint of cleavage, then down the curve of your waist before his gaze fell to your heels. His grin deepened. “I’ma need you to keep those on tonight.” 

You laughed and grabbed onto his arms. “I will cook for you in nothing but these heels, but I just need you to do one thing for me.”

Dean’s brows raised as his grin edged into a suspicious smirk.

“I’m listening,” he said.

“I need someone to come pick out the flowers with me this weekend,” you said. “And the plates at the dinnerware rental place.”

Dean tipped his head back and groaned. That was so not “just one thing.”

You rubbed his arms.

“Please?” you asked. “I’ve already got the silverware picked out. I just need some help deciding on a few things.”

“I’m really not the one you want to take. I’m good with anything, seriously.” 

You pouted at him. “You can’t be serious. You really don’t have any opinion on this stuff? This is our wedding, Dean.” 

He gave you a measured look. 

“Listen,” he said. “I don’t care if you want a Mariachi band with little sombreros on every drink. I just wanna get married.”

You laughed, but the sentiment behind his words made you smile. Your hands slid up to his shoulders as he pulled you in closer. A new silver ring, this time with a small shining stone, glinted on your left hand. 

One of the few things Bobby had saved of Aunt Karen’s had been her wedding bands. He’d seen no better use for her engagement ring than giving it to his almost-son, for his almost-daughter. Dean was grateful, and you were honored to wear it.

“Okay, how about this,” you said. “I’ll ask Ellen and Jo to come with me to pick the flowers and the plates. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is creating a music playlist for the DJ.”

Dean perked up at that. Since the Roadhouse burned down, Ellen and Jo had moved up to Sioux Falls. Last he’d heard (yesterday, from you), Ellen had all but moved in with Bobby. 

“But no ACDC,” you warned him. “And I’ll be approving the list when you’re done.”

Now it was his turn to pout. “Killjoy.”

At the puppy-dog downturn of his eyes, you rolled yours. You knew he was playing you, but somehow you were always weak for it. 

You made a sound of exasperation. 

“Okay, fine. One ACDC song.”

Dean flashed you a grin. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”

“Mhmm.”

“And, just so I know, are we still on for the naked cooking?” he asked. 

You scoffed.

“Oh, no. That’s for men who obey me. You, sir, just welched out of every request I made.” You emphasized this with a finger pressing into his chest. Dean chuckled. 

“Touché,” he said. “Okay, here’s what I can do for you. I will…take you out for dinner on Friday.”

You crossed your arms, waiting expectantly. Knowing he hadn’t hooked you yet, he amended.

“Tomorrow?” he said. “We’ll get sushi. Come on, we never get sushi.”

Mostly because Dean didn’t trust raw fish. But if he must, he could get some fried breaded shrimp if it made you happy. Plus, there were all those dipping sauces.

Dean liked dipping sauces.

“Dancing,” you said. “Tonight. Sushi after. Tomorrow, I promise I’ll cook for you…with the heels, and very little but the heels.”

Dean thought about it with an undecided hum. He wasn’t working late tonight, so he supposed he could go out. He almost grimaced at “dancing,” but you were gentle in pushing him past his comfort zone with stuff like this (and teaching him how to dance, slowly but surely). 

Still, it was worth it to see you get all dressed up. Naked cooking was also very worth it.

“All right, I think I can make that work,” he said. 

You smiled brightly, and he realized it was already worth it.

“Okay, I just have a few minutes before I need to get out of here,” you said, taking a breath. 

You were a bit nervous about your first day in your new position. You had just been promoted after almost a year. While you were comfortable in your job at the museum, overseeing the rare books library, you’d never been a manager before. You would now have two new hires under you, and it was your responsibility to train them as well. 

Dean felt your nervousness. He rubbed your back. “Hey. You’re gonna be great, baby. You know what you’re doing.”

With a grateful look, you braced your hands on his chest and smoothed out his black Sioux Falls PD uniform. He filled it out well.

“Gotten used to having a real uniform yet?” you asked. “Hope my dad’s not driving you too crazy.”

Dean grinned. “Nah. I’ll admit, he kicked my ass a bit in the beginning, but he’s a lot like Bobby. Soft in the middle.”

In fact, Jack was the one who’d recommended that Dean try out the police academy to begin with. 

“You’ve got the instincts,” Jack had told him. It was their first time sharing a beer, about a month after Dean returned to South Dakota permanently. He’d been struggling to find a job that would fit him (and his lack of professional experience).

“What you lack in discipline now, you’ll make up for in knowin’ how to read people,” said Jack. “Being solid under pressure. Good at running down leads. And who knows. Maybe you’ll make detective one day.”

Dean smiled at the idea, but he still cocked his head uncertainly.

“I don’t know. I’m not exactly used to grabbing a warrant before I pick a lock, ya know?”

“Well, I know this.” Jack pointed at him. “You’re a shark, Dean. Sharks can’t stay still, they’ve gotta keep swimming.”

“Okay, meaning?”

“Doing construction, working on cars, fixing people’s houses…after a lifetime of being under fire, are you really gonna be content doing any of those?” Jack asked.

Dean was grateful for that conversation. While there were things he missed about his old life, he was able to build a new one. And he didn’t have to hang up his gun to do it.

Dean let go of you so he could twirl his keys around his finger and clip them to his belt in one smooth motion. “Just you wait. I’ll be runnin’ this town in no time.”

“That’s a scary thought.” You laughed. “Oh hey, has Sam called you? He’s supposed to tell me if he’s bringing a plus one to the wedding.”

Dean smiled, despite a rueful twinge. Sam was halfway through his first year in law school—over in New York. He came home for the weekend whenever he could, but if Dean was honest, it was hard letting Sam run back to school.

What made it easier was that Dean wasn’t alone this time. He had you. You were also understanding, and you insisted that Sam stay here at the apartment whenever he came home. 

“Yeah, he was gonna tell you in person this weekend, but…he found her,” Dean said. 

 You gasped. “No, he did?”

“Yeah, he really found his soulmate. On the subway of all places.”

You laughed. “That must’ve been a fun ride.”

You could only imagine the chaos of starting to hear your soulmate’s thoughts in a New York City subway. You were so happy for Sam. 

You clapped your hands. 

“Oh, I’m so excited to meet her! This is going to be so awesome! Is he bringing her this weekend? What’s her name? Is she going to school too?”

Dean laughed and calmed down your onslaught of questions. That, at least, hadn’t changed.

“Okay, come on. You’re going to be late for work,” he reminded you. “Your first day as head boss lady of dusty books.”

“Excuse me. Rare dusty books,” you corrected with a playful slap to his chest. “But this is too important! Ugh, I’m calling him right now.”

“No, you don’t. He’s in class, and now we both need to get to work. Come on, get those perky buns movin’.”

He ushered you out by lightly spanking your butt. You sighed, but you were still smiling as you grabbed your purse and let him guide you out the front door. You lived on the first floor, so it was a quick walk to where both your cars were parked: the sleek black Impala and a blue Camaro, side by side. 

Before you forgot, you reached out and grabbed Dean by the collar. 

“All right, Officer. Have a good day today,” you said.

Dean smirked and tucked a strand of your hair, freed from your clip, behind your ear. 

“See ya, beautiful. Don’t dust off any suspicious lamps.”

“I thought you said genies weren’t like that in real life,” you quipped. You leaned up on your toes, and he met you there with a kiss that was sweet at first, but then it lingered and deepened. He held you to him close. 

These were the small kinds of moments that he liked to savor with you. Because it reminded him of a time when he never thought he would have this—a life outside of hunting. A life after hunting. 

It wasn’t perfect, but it was a real life with you, where Sam was still an important part of it.

“I love you. You know that?” said Dean. 

And he meant that, deep in his bones. 

When he gave you that ring a few months ago, it finally hit him that what he felt wasn’t just part of the “cosmic bond,” as you’d once called it. The two of you had scraped and fought hard to find each other, and even harder to stay with each other. 

And he hadn’t protected you just because he felt responsible for your safety. He’d done it because the idea of losing you had scared him worse than dying himself. 

So when you smiled and kissed him again, Dean breathed in your perfume and reminded himself that those darker days were in the past. Your airy laugh reminded him.

“Yeah, I do know,” you replied with a wink. “I’ll see you later.”

He tugged you back by the hand. “Uh, uh. If I say it, you gotta say it.”

“Oooh, I see. My bad,” you nodded. You took his hand—the one that wore his mother’s ring—and you kissed his knuckles. “I love you. I love you, and I love you. Be safe out there.”

He grinned and finally released you. You got in your car and watched him leaning against Baby with his arms crossed and his sunglasses on. In his police uniform, he looked like a scene out of Bad Boys. 

You beeped the horn at him twice before you pulled out of the driveway. Dean watched you go with a smirk. When he realized he was pushing it for time himself, he climbed into the Impala. He stroked the leather steering wheel.

What do you know, Baby. We’re respectable.

Jack was definitely going to ride his ass for being late. Today, that was all right.

Dean never thought this would be his life, but he had a feeling that his dad would be proud.

He would be, he heard you say in his mind, through the soul bond. He is.

Dean smiled. 

Focus on the road, he reminded you. He sensed the equivalent of you rolling your eyes. But a few minutes later, he heard you jamming out to REO Speedwagon. Another rock wannabe, in his opinion. Only you would listen to that crap.

Baby, we can take our own sweet tiiiime. And spend it when we want to ‘cause it’s yours and miiiine, you sang, and not always on key. 

Let our love come easy and we fiiiind…~

Dean shook his head, despite a fond smirk. 

…Well, he thought, maybe this one wasn’t that bad.

We can make it. And we’ll take our own sweet time. 

AN: *sniffs* Who's peeling onions?

But seriously, thank you so much to all of you who read and enjoyed this story! It's been one of my favorites to write in a long time.

And I will say, if I do get requests, I will return to this AU and dabble some more. I love early seasons Sam and Dean, and this world is a special one to me!

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Summary: You and Dean are just weeks away from getting married, but when you find a questionable book at work, it spirals into one last hunt for you all.

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Networking

Shiu Kong x Fem Reader

TW: fancy party, yakuza, nicknames (sweetheart, doll, and princess), size kink if you squint, Shiu call reader a bimbo, sexually suggestive. MDNI. Not beta read. 

A/N: This wasn’t my originally planned Shiu fic, lol, but since the other one was taking so long and I felt bad, I hope you’ll enjoy this one for now!

Upon meeting a cute scientist at a party, Shiu feels as though his night might not be so boring after all. 

Word count: 1.3k

Shiu hated parties like this. Extravagant mixers of Japan’s most influential upper echelon and people like himself trying to make connections. The lights were blinding as he surveyed the room from the balcony just above the main dance floor. It was a sea of sparkling dresses and dark suits. The band played classical melodies that, while skilled, were far from what Shiu enjoyed listening to. He tried to ground himself, ‘Remember, you’re here to meet potential clients.’ He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket feeling the little stack of business cards he always brought to events. ‘It’s routine at this point’ Shiu reminds himself, taking a deep breath in, and forcing himself to step into the crowd of people surrounding him.

Over the years he had gotten pretty good at identifying who was his likely clientele at parties like this where the legal and illegal businesses melted together. His first target was a balding man in his late fifties with a much younger woman, presumably an escort, clinging to his arm. He recognized this man as Mr. Moto, an executive of a slightly lower yakuza family in charge of arms smuggling. Casually making his way over, he introduced himself, “Hello Mr. Moto. My name is Kong Shiu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  The man grinned slightly, clearly pleased to have been recognized. “What is it that you do Mr. Kong?” Mr. Moto inquired, getting straight to the point. Shiu did not mind though, he appreciated not drawing out these kinds of interactions. “I’m a mediator of sorts. If you have a job that’s maybe a little too messy to do yourself, I find someone suited for it and ensure that it all goes smoothly.” Mr. Moto hummed in approval. “Here’s my card.” Shiu reached into his jacket pocket and handed one of the little rectangles over. “My contact information is on there.” Just like that, the conversation was over and the two men parted ways. On to the next.

He talked to person after person until he lost count. Each exchange lasted less than ten minutes, but they were undeniably draining. Trying to entertain clients had always been stressful for him, and networking was the same. The lights, loud music, and claustrophobic atmosphere were not helping. ‘God, I need a smoke.’ Desperate to clear his head a little, Shiu started down the grand staircase hoping to be able to slip outside and light up a cigarette before having to return and continue schmoozing.

As he made it to the edge of the dance floor, the final obstacle between him and his nicotine fix, someone caught his eye.  

You were turned in such a way that the mediator could only see half of your face while you engaged in conversation with someone he didn't recognize. He couldn't explain why he felt drawn to you, maybe it was the way your dress hugged your body or the aura you seemed to radiate but his plan to take a smoke break was quickly abandoned as he slipped through the elegantly dressed crowd.

He stayed back a bit so that he was within earshot of your discussion yet not obviously eavesdropping. You hadn't seemed like an escort, and based on your lack of a wedding ring, you probably weren't a trophy wife. Shiu’s intuition proved itself to be correct as he tuned into the exchange, focusing on your sweet voice. “So, in summary, our lab is using CRISPR to study genes implicated in neurodevelopmental disorders. If you would like to reach out to my PI with any more questions about what we are doing or how to donate, here’s his contact information.” He watched as you handed the man a card, shook his hand, and said goodbye. Once the stranger was out of sight you closed your eyes and let out a little sigh, your shoulders visibly relaxing. He decided to seize this opportunity to approach you, “Need a break, sweetheart?” Shiu was now standing in front of you, a playful smirk on his face. Your face was even more beautiful up close. “My name is Kong Shiu, who might you be?” You were quiet for a minute, looking up at him he could see the flicker of surprise in your eyes before you returned his smile. “Mr. Kong-” “Just call me Shiu.” “Well, Shiu, you can call me (y/n).” “forgive me if I'm jumping to conclusions, but it seems like you could use a break from the mingling.” He studied your face, trying to read your reaction to his words. To his relief, your features softened. “You have no idea.” Shiu was honestly a little surprised at how well this was going. Using the confidence he had gained thus far, he extended his hand out to you and asked “Would you care to dance?” Now it was his turn to be surprised as you confidently placed your hand in his much larger one. “Lead the way.”

And that he did. Carefully guiding you through the masses until you two were on the dance floor slightly removed from the other dancing couples. When he was satisfied with the location, he pulled you closer to his chest and took your other hand, once again admiring how small it was compared to his. You two began swaying just as everyone else appeared to be doing.

“So, Shiu” your voice trailed off for a moment. He couldn't help but notice that you seemed nervous now, which was funny compared to how boldly you had accepted his offer earlier. Maybe it was the close proximity. Your eyes finally met him and you continued, “What business do you have here with the wealthy elites?” He chuckled softly, taking note of the way your muscles tensed in reaction to feeling the reverberations in his chest against your body. “I suppose I'm a mediator. I help facilitate certain exchanges and such.” You nodded your head in understanding. “What about you, Doll?” the tips of your ears were dusted a soft pink upon hearing the nickname. “I'm a research scientist.”

“Then shouldn't you be in the lab? I mean, what's a smart girl like you doing at a party like this?” The blush had now spread to your cheeks and you looked flustered at his words. ‘I wonder how cute her reaction would be if I was praising her for taking my cock?’ he mentally cursed himself, this was not the time to be thinking about that. “Well, my PI believes that it is easier to attract funding from these older men,” you used your head to gesture around the room, “if it's a younger woman who talks to them. Not my favorite business model, but I do need that money. Science is expensive.” You frowned as you said the last part.

“Want me to help take your mind off of it?” Shiu inquired, genuinely wondering if he could ease your mind. Seeing you frown made his heart ache a little. Thankfully his offer seemed to perk you up and a mischievous glimmer appeared in your eyes as you pressed your body flush onto his. He could feel your tits through his dress shirt. So this is how you wanted to behave? Well, two could play that game. His arms slid down your waist, trapping you against his hips and making you aware of the growing bulge in his slacks. Your face was once again bright pink as you registered Shiu’s clothed erection. Your brain was frozen and unable to speak. All you could do was look up at him, eyes wide. “Want me to make you my little bimbo for tonight, princess?” His voice was deep and seductive. You nodded your head fervently, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand. He couldn't help but chuckle at your empty-headed neediness. As you led him away into one of the bathrooms, he thought to himself, ‘Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad.’

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I DO

wc: 611

fluff, no cw. if there is please let me know.

A/N: im so sorry for being gone for so long. work and my mental health has been just yikes but i promise ill be back too writing!

i hope you guys enjoy!

there will be a part 2 i just wanted to give yall sm to read in the meantime <3

everything was perfect, he thought. san was standing at the altar, nervously. today was your wedding day, finally it had arrived. there was a crowd of people all sitting in classic neat rows, the gorgeous french inspired château off in the distance, the stained glass just barely visible from where san stood. all 7 of his band mates were off to his left. hongjoong, mingi, seonghwa, yeosang, jongho, yunho and wooyoung were standing, arms behind their backs. matching black tuxedos had been supplied to them all, making the guys all look super composed which rarely happened. seonghwa’s small black sunglasses made him stand out but what could he do? san chuckled at the sight of those dumb glasses.

the aisle ahead of him was a bed of soft white marble, lined with stones and moss. those were to represent the mountains in which he was named after. nestled in between the rocks, like little elf lanterns sprouted tiny snowdrop flowers. he had chosen these specifically because not only was it your favorite flower, but they reminded him of his future partner. delicate, graceful, fragile, yet so elegant. the altar was just as extravagant. wisteria had been draped like a blanket over a thin steel frame, mixing with branches to conceal the industrial structure. poking out in a loosely scattered formation, korean roses dotted the structure giving symbolic colour to the basic toned lattice behind him. on either side of the altar were these gorgeous flower bushes that had hidden lights in them. the effect was almost ocean-like. as if there were glofish dancing around in the dark. making these bushes look like rain clouds, water drops were pouring out from different parts, almost creating flower fountains. the scenery was gorgeous. the sound of a violin tore san from his trance, it was time.

it was hard to see through the wight veil that curtained your face. the sweet pull of a violin flowing from the quartet graced your ears.

“wise men say… only fools rush in”

goeuns voice was ethereal. you were so happy your best friend said yes to singing at your wedding, she knew how much it meant to you. your first bridesmaid took her first step down the aisle. one after another your closest friends made their way to the altar, their grace and poise reminded you of how you visioned your happiest day to be. the soft tug on your arm pulled you out of your daydream. your father was now standing beside you, his arm linked with yours. he gave you a smile, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. he was very obviously trying to hold in his feelings, for at least the time being with little to no avail. your father was so proud of you. before the two of you started your walk down the aisle your eyes meet your mothers. she's in the front row, handkerchief in hand, the same look your father has adorned her face as well. she was dressed in lovely soft lilac accented hanbok, similar to san’s mom who wore green.

you took your first step, your father matching your stride. you could feel butterflies dancing around in your stomach. the last time you felt this nervous was when you had first met san. it was an amazing feeling, like young love all over again, or the honeymoon phase. you took another step, and what felt like the blink of an eye you were standing at the altar, san across from you. was he crying? how sweet. he couldn’t hold in his emotions, the happiness, the joy, the love, it was overwhelming. “this is perfect he thought.”

[bahoreal]

Ask and you shall receive, I guess ;) ☔

please imagine me laughing evilly THANK YOU

okay so the line in number four was always you is this:

Trent wonders, if he got Ted a ring, would Ted wear it?

and it's under the cut cause it got LONG lol

So. I imagine. They both want to get married but both feel a little weird about marriage due to their previous marriages not working out, so there’s a little hesitation from both of them. Ted is your classic traditional guy so he knows he wants to eventually, he just wants to give himself some time to like, build up to it. Then he imagines actually being married to trent, being able to call him “my husband” and him wearing a band that shows he’s committed to ted, he imagines standing in front of all their friends and committing himself to trent and he’s like ok. Actually. I can’t see a life where this doesn’t happen for me. Let me work it into my plan, I’m going to propose on christmas by giving him a gift that’s just a ring in a box that says something like love of my life, marry me. He has a plan. He’s going to make it all soppy and ridiculous.

But trent? Trent is already like. I want to marry him. I’ve never been married to a man, I’ve never been married to someone I loved like this. I want to commit myself to him through a ceremony, I want it so badly. But he gets a little bogged down in knowing that this won’t be the first time that ted has committed himself to someone else and it’s like, he’s trying not to see himself as a consolation prize, he knows ted loves him. Ted has taken all the big steps so far, with his confession and inviting trent to move in with him, trent wants to take a step this time on his own, and let ted commit himself to him and really trust him when he says he loves trent, that he’s never loved anyone the way he loves trent. Trent’s like I need to tie that man DOWN so he doesn’t run away while ted is like. So firmly tied he can’t move. Trent’s not the smartest when it comes to ted what can I say.

SO i IMAGINE that trent would get a simple silver band and worry a little that ted might not want to wear it or might not want to wear it during games or training or whatever and holds off on giving it to him for ages. He’s like, should I get him a chain to wear it around his neck? No that’s stupid lots of people wear wedding rings, nevermidn that ted did for years and years. He can just give ted a ring. So he like, scours sites and jewellery shops and plans endlessly about when the right time to give it to him is. they just sort of go about their daily lives and no one really drops hints to trent (because they're dropping hints to ted, expecting ted to pop the question. but ted has a PLAN and trent moving in after only a year was so far ahead of his plan he's having to reassess it, he's like i can ask trent to marry me in another year which means i should only ring shop in nine months because otherwise i'll just ask him. way too soon.)

trent ends up talking to someone, probably mae, and asking what she thinks about wedding bands for men who have active jobs and she's like something simple but timeless, a simple band, ted looks good in silver. and trent is like yeah i can do that. and buys one the next day (after sneakily measuring ted's finger, lol)

and trent just carries it around with him, knowing how much ted loves romcommunism and both their confession and him moving in weren't quite the perfect romcom moments and he wants to make it perfect for ted. like the right time will happen, he's just waiting for it.

and then he forgets his jacket at the club because the weather is getting nicer and it's hot out and beard gives it to him and looks at him like O_O until there at the crown and anchor or something and ted goes to the loo and beard is like hey are you planning to propose to ted or are you still married or something and trent's like what? do you think this is hollyoaks? and beard is like hey that's a quality show with some real brilliant drama and trent's like no i want to propose it's just - ted is better at this, he knows when i'm ready, he's good at reading me, he’s good at making these moments special, i'm worried if I ask him he won't be as excited as I am, or it won’t be the propsal he dreamed of.

and beard is like how have you been dating him for this long and you don't know he'd jump at this. like literally jump. he'd be through the roof. Any way that trent decided to propose. Trent could say it right after a loss and ted would lose his mind. He'd want to change his name.

and trent is like oh my god he can't change his name he's TED LASSO

And beard is like. You could combine them. Crimm-Lasso. Lasso-Crimm.

And trent is like that sounds like a brand of hotels

Beard goes. Crasso? And trent is like this is intolerable you’re awful and ted sits down with them and is like what’s awful and beard is like :-) what if you combined your surnames. To make crasso. And ted’s like omg lassimm sounds like some kind of fancy jewellery, we could make that work and trent’s like you’re literally talking about marrying me right now at the fucking pub like it’s something you’re planning to do oh my god is he going to propose first? I need to propose first.

So he figures something out. He’s like. I have to give ted the Romance he deserves. And the next friendly - which is against france, they’re in paris, but ted spends the whole time kind of weird and mopey and is like sorry, you don’t deserve this, I just got reminded of last time I was so upset about paris, when my whole life was falling apart but it’s not like that any more, I’m so happy, I have you. And trent is like well I can’t propose while he’s thinking about his ex wife. So he lets it go and they just have a really nice time being romantic in paris drinking fancy parisian wines and having a lot of sex

The next thing trent plans is a lil picnic thing, he sort of sucks at planning these things so he stresses a lot and asks for help from keeley so it’s like. The most beautiful stupid little picnic but ted?? Ted has hurt his hand and it’s all bandaged so trent couldn’t put a ring on it if he wanted. So thats another one down

Trent is like. Feeling like ted is gonna get there first and he really wants to be the first to propose. And the more he fails the more he’s like this is a romcom, im living in a romcom but it’s specifically designed to TORTURE ME. And he’s planning another - they’re stopping in bath on the way back from the bristol match so he and ted can have a day doing romantic sightseeing things and he’s planned a spa day because ted always talks about spas and bath is famous for that (and it’ll start being romantic as soon as ted stops trying to pronounce “bath” the english ways, which he’s been alternating between for a full week before they go - trent thinks he might be more excited about the trip to bath than the game, which makes him almost giddy with happiness and nerves) but then

A few days before they go

They’re at the club after training and trent has to go pick up henry bc ted has club business but he put his keys down somewhere and doesn’t know where they are (and he’s still nervous about being a terrible not-quite-step-father to henry) and thinks he might have locked them in his car so he’s unloading his pockets and the ring box - which he’s still carrying around gets dunked right onto the table and ted sees it and - he looks over it, completely does not think it’s anything special because trent is always carrying some weird shit in his pockets (but usually just a lot of pencils)

But beard notices it

And beard DIVES to cover it

And ted is like now hold on, are you two keeping secrets from me again? You know I thought you two were dating when I first came back to england, you were being all secretive, but now I know Trent’s way out of your league, beard

And trent is like haha, yeah fails to play along with the joke which is even more suspicious to ted than beard leaping across the desk

And while ted is distracted looking at trent beard passes the ring to nate, who looks terrified immediately.

And ted is like now it’s alright if you don’t want to tell me what it is but… I’m a little scared, you’re still in love with me, right?

And trent is like. This would be so much easier if you were less perfect. And ted is like uuuh that’s not actually what I want to hear, you know me trying to cover up what’s wrong isn’t a good thing, it’s something I’m trying to work on. And trent is like no, that’s not what I mean, I mean I’m trying to make everything perfect for you and it’s difficult, if I didn’t want it so much it would be easier

And ted’s like now I’ve lost the plot again, and he looks sort of panicky, the bad kind of nervous, and trent is like oop I fucked it I absolutely fucked it

And the ring by this point is with roy, who has it in his pocket, and he’s like “stop being such a twat and just give it to him, you’re going to make him think you’ve got a conspiracy planned” and trent is like fucking hell okay just give it to him

And roy throws the ring at ted and ted opens it and trent’s like. Ta-da. And ted’s like. You wanted to make it perfect. And trent’s like. It’s pretty difficult to set up a romcom moment. And ted’s like this feels like a romcom moment, you know. Where everything goes wrong in exactly the right way.

And trent’s like thre right way?

And ted’s like my favourite person asking me the exact thing I wanted to be asked surrounded by my favourite people? It’s perfect.

And trent’s like well I haven’t actually asked you yet. I was afraid you were going to get there first. And beard snorts and trent’s like oh? And ted’s like yah I had a plan, it was going to be at christmas. And trent’s like you set me up and beard’s like shrug I genuinely wasn’t convinced you’d do it first

And trent is like. All our biggest moments are happening at richmond. And ted’s like does this mean we have to get married here too? Trent imagines telling his dad he’s getting married at a football club and literally goes pale.

And ted’s like okay come on then you haven’t asked it yet. I haven’t had anyone ask me this before it’s exciting. And trent’s like but I had a plan, I booked you a spa day and ted’s like no that’s not a romcom that’s just like a drama, you need to ask me now. Bonus points if you can make someone cry.

And trent is like. God I wish I wasn’t doing this in front of everyone. You’ve changed my life, I told you once it would have broken my heart to never see you again but now I think it might break my heart if I don’t get to see you every day. The family we’ve built, it’s everything to me, I want it with you for as long as you’ll have me, I want to see my daughter grow up with some words pronounced american for absolutely no reason, I want to grow old with you, and be on this journey with you. I know that people leaving, people changing, it’s scary. But I want to see every version of you that you become, and be there for you when people do leave, because I never want to. You make me believe we can have it, we can be a romcom that never ends.

And ted is like oh god, I didn’t expect that I’d cry. I want all of that, I want to tell everyone that you chose me. And trent puts the ring on (which fits and trent will Never admit that he measured ted’s finger while he was sleeping) and they kiss (and roy cries too)

And their wedding doesn’t happen at richmond, it happens in a cute little church (on trent’s mum’s insistence) and it’s slightly awkward and uncomfortable because trent has dad issues and ted has mum issues and they’re mostly waiting for the honeymoon where they can remove themselves from the stresses of family and wedding planning. I could write another 2000 words about the wedding tho so THERE U ARE number four was always you proposal scene.

[duckdotcom]

logged onto the wrong server of earth yesterday and it seemed normal at first except that I was getting called "champ" and "sport" a lot. I eventually realized everyone was middle aged dads, the streets rich with clusters of men talking about the big game and playing fuck marry kill over old rock and roll bands while driving around in classic cars, the whole scene accented by the occasional splash of an ostentatious hawaiian print shirt. a few family men seemed to be going through wife withdrawals but most had adapted and wed their old college buddies in what resembled a more intimate flatmate scenario, apparently involving elaborate grillplay

[eva-knits12]

Steve and the Puppy

Trigger warning: Steve Rogers, mention of animal abuse, rescue dogs, puking, pregnancy reveal, fluff

Summary: Steve and you move into your lake house and adopt a puppy.

Steve is carrying the last few boxes from the moving van into the house. We spent the night at a motel, and left promptly before sunrise. I'm busy making sure that each box is in each room. I'm busy unpacking the kitchen boxes, and putting the plates in the dishwasher. Then, I unpack the silverware and load that in the dishwasher.

Steve contacted the water company and the electric company to turn on the water, the heat and the air conditioning, and the electricity.

The lake house Steve and I purchased is in a nice, little area that's close to the newer compound upstate. The house across the lake has just been sold to Tony. Tony and Pepper recently got married, and we were in the wedding. Steve and I have been together for four years, and Steve is home more often now. I'm home more often these days, too. I took a back seat from missions, and it feels nice. Steve and I just want to enjoy this time right now.

"That should be the last of it," says Steve, who is carrying the last box.

I look at the engagement ring on my finger. I look at the matching wedding band on Steve proposed last fall on my birthday, and he proposed with his mother's ring.

Steve's wedding band briefly catches the sunlight, and we're standing in our kitchen. We just returned from our honey moon in Rome, and we're moving from the city into a lake house. I slept on the ride up here, and I had to tell Steve to stop a few times so that I could throw up. I've been feeling very queasy and nauseous.

"Doll, are you okay?" asks Steve, as he's rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"I think it's something I ate. But I should have kicked this ages ago. Don't these things last 24 hours, and your better?" I ask.

Steve picks me up, and carries me bridal style to the bedroom. He puts a trash can next to me, and I sleep for a bit. I wake up, feeling even more queasier and nauseated than I already have. I throw up in the trash can.

Steve comes back from his morning jog, carrying a dog in his arms.

"Steve, is that what I think it is?" I ask

"Yes. I think he's hurt", says Steve.

I immediately tell Steve to get in the car, and we're taking the dog to the vet. The dog is shaking, and moaning. It's too thin, and it's fur is all mattified. It looks pretty knocked around. If I could find his owners, I have no idea what I'd do, but to abuse an animal in this way is unforgivable. There's a special place in hell for animal abusers.

Steve and I take the dog to the local ASPCA. They thank us, and we just wait. I just start crying, and I have no idea why.

"Shh. It's okay, doll. They'll report this to the police," says Steve.

"But, I just want him to be okay," I say.

"He will be. The volunteer said that we found him in time. He looked pretty knocked around," says Steve.

"How can people be this cruel?" I say.

Steve puts his arms around me and holds me close. I sob for a little while longer, and then ask where the bathroom is. The kind volunteer points me to the bathroom. I throw up, and I'm sobbing on top of this.

We just wait. The vets that volunteer there do the exam, and they have various other tests that they have to put the dog through.

I throw up again. The next day at work, Tony finds me passed out, and immediately runs me to the medical bay, with me unconscious in his arms. He immediately gets Steve.

Steve is busy training new recruits when Tony calls him to the medical bay.

Tony made sure that Dr. Cho kept him updated at all times. Steve refused to leave my side.

"Oh, doll. I didn't know it was this bad," says Steve.

"I'll be-BLARGH!" I throw up in the barf bin.

"Well, (y/n), we found out why you've been so sick lately. You just returned from your honeymoon in Rome, correct?" asks Dr. Cho.

"Yes, but that was weeks ago," I say.

"When was your last period?" asks Dr. Cho.

"Two weeks before the wedding," I answer.

"According to your chart, that's correct," says Dr. Cho.

"Wait, Tony has JARVIS keep track of everyone's vitals?" says Steve.

"Yes, Mr. Rogers, including yours. For female employees, he even makes sure that JARVIS tracks their menstrual cycles," says Dr. Cho.

"We actually discovered a heart beat," says Dr. Cho.

Steve and I look at each other in confusion.

Dr. Cho shows me the ultrasound. I look at it still doesn't seem real.

"But, that can't be. Steve and I were careful," I say.

"Wait, she's pregnant? That can't be. We were being very careful," says Steve.

Steve leaves the room to collect himself. Tony stays, while Bruce makes sure that Steve is okay.

"Wait, so Capsicle's swimmers are still working?" says Tony.

"TONY!" everyone says

"Yes. Steve's altered DNA combined with (y/n) unaltered DNA made (y/n)'s symptoms intensify. Hyperemesis gravidarum is why (y/n) has been so sick lately," says Dr. Cho.

"Wait, I'm gonna be a mom? It still doesn't seem real," I say.

"How's Steve doing?" I ask.

"Steve is still trying to process all of this," says Dr. Banner.

"Okay. Can I have a photo of the ultrasound? Steve's birthday is in a few days, and I want to surprise him," I say.

"Sure," says Dr. Cho.

Dr. Cho gives me an envelope with the ultrasound inside it.

Bruce explains that my symptoms will be intensified, but that shouldn't stop me from carrying to term.

"As long as you keep your stress low, get plenty of rest, and eat plenty of food, and get plenty of exercise, you should be okay," says Bruce.

Steve kisses your hand, and you know that you'll be okay. It's such a small, but romantic gesture.

"I want to keep her overnight, just to be on the safe side. I gave her some doxylamine, and pyridoxine. That will help reduce the symptoms. I'm giving her a prescription for that," says Dr. Cho.

I'm released the next morning, with my new prescription in hand. Steve and I spend the night in the tower, so if I need to go to the hospital, me and Steve are right there.

Luckily, we don't have to make another hospital trip, yet. So, that afternoon, we head back to the lake house. When we get back, and get settled in, Steve and I nap. My phone rings, waking both of us up.

"Hello," I say.

"Is this (y/n) Rogers?" asks the volunteer.

"Yes, this is she," I say.

"The dog you and Steve Rogers found is fine. He's ready to be adopted by you guys. We tried to contact the owners, but they don't want him. We were wondering if you and Mr. Rogers would like him," says the volunteer.

Steve takes the phone from my hand, and speaks.

"Sure. I'll pick him up in an hour," says Steve.

"Great. See you then, Mr. Rogers," says the volunteer.

"Did you hear that, doll? We'll have a dog," says Steve.

"Steve, that's wonderful!" I say.

"I'll go pick him up, just go to the pharmacy and get that prescription filled," says Steve.

"Okay, but bring him home safe. Remember, you're carrying precious cargo," I say.

"Doll, you're carrying precious cargo inside you. Our baby is going to be the first baby of the Avengers," says Steve.

"Okay, I'll have Natasha take me to the pharmacy," I say.

"Nope, I'm taking you to the pharmacy," says Agent Coulson, who I didn't realize had been in the house.

"Steve let me in," says Coulson.

"Oh, Agent Coulson, I didn't realize you were here," I say.

"Yes, when you passed out suddenly, we were concerned. When it's was announced that you're carrying Steve's baby, I immediately insisted that I be informed immediately of anything you needed. Since you need to go the pharmacy, that's where I'm taking you. Steve and Tony insisted that I be informed of everything, including daily updates of your precious cargo," says Coulson.

"Okay, let me get my purse and the prescription slip," I say.

"Steve, I'll see you when I get home," I say.

"See you then, doll," says Steve, giving me a quick kiss.

I get in Phil's car, and Steve get's in our SUV. Agent Coulson takes me to Target, and I give them my prescription. I go to the pet department, and get a leash, a collar, a water bowl, a food bowl, a mat, and some potty pads. I even get some Blue Buffalo kibble, and some wet dog food. Phil helps me pick out some dog toys, and loads everything into the cart. My prescription is ready, and I pay for it.

"Phil, you didn't have to do this," i say.

"It's no problem. Anything for the mother of Steve's baby," says Phil.

"Can you help me pick out some onesies? Steve and I are going to Costco later, and I really want to break the news to him. I really want to do this my way," I say.

I already made some booties in pink, blue, and white that will go in the package.

I even get some pregnancy tests. I got some blank onesies, two white ones, a pink one, and a blue one. I got some acrylic pain in red, blue and white, and some brushes. Phil helps me paints them when we get home, and we put them out on the card table that had a large towel on it so that they can dry properly.

"Phil, I hope this goes over well. Steve's birthday is in a few days, and I'm super nervous about it," I say.

"Knowing Steve, he'll take the news well. You helped him adjust to the modern world, and you even helped him use the computer and a smart phone," says Phil.

"Thanks, Phil," I say, with a smile on my face.

I go to the bathroom to relieve myself, and I look a the tests. I'll take those in the morning when Steve goes out for his jog.

Meanwhile, Steve is busy picking up our new dog. He calls me to give me an update, they're just busy making sure that he's clean, and they're finishing up the vet check.

"It'll be a little while longer, they're just finishing up the vet check, to make sure that he doesn't have any diseases, or anything that would bring up immediate concern. The shelter kept him longer because he needed some calories, and they even bathed him. When the volunteers brought the dog out, the dog ran right up to Steve.

"Ready to go, pal?" asks Steve.

"Woof, woof," the dog barks.

Steve loads the dog in the SUV, and the dog is nervous. Eventually, he sees the his old house, and sinks down on the seat, a small growl escaping him.

"It's okay, pal," says Steve. The dog stops, and starts to look at Steve, with worry in his eyes.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody has the right to hurt you," says Steve.

'Shh, wait till you meet Mrs. Rogers," says Steve.

"In nine months, you'll meet our precious baby," says Steve.

The dog perks up when he hears the word baby, now he has all the more reason to protect someone smaller than he his.

Steve arrives home while Phil and I are prepping for dinner. Phil mentioned that Tony bought the house across the lake, and it's great that Tony cares. You knew that Tony cared, but never showed it. I thought he was the most arrogant, selfish jerk, but he was a softie deep down.

"Tony feels that since you're carrying Capsicle's baby, he feels the need to keep an eye on you. Capsicle's baby is precious cargo," says Phil.

"Knowing Tony, he probably called our baby Capsicle's spawn," I say.

"You can say that. He also wondered since given Caps age, it can't be easy having a baby with someone old enough to be a pensioner," says Phil.

Phil and I both laugh, because well, that's typical for Tony.

"Doll, I'm home," says Steve.

"Hi, Steve," says Phil.

"Agent Coulson, how are you?" says Steve.

"(y/n) and I are fine. I'm just helping her with some household chores," says Phil, who's helping me load the dishwasher.

"Who's this?" says Phil, kneeling down to pet our dog.

"This is the dog we rescued," says Steve.

"He needs a name," I say.

"How about Liberty?" says Phil.

"Okay, Liberty," says Steve.

"No, how about Freedom?" I say

"I like Liberty better?" says Steve.

"Wait, how about Phil?" I say.

"Phil does sound better," says Steve.

"Wait, no. Coulson!" I say.

Coulson barks, and he seems to love his name.

"I think Coulson loves his name," says Phil.

"Hi, Coulson," I say.

Coulson runs up to me, and plants himself on my feet. It's as if he knew immediately that I was carrying his new playmate.

"Someone likes you," says Steve.

"Bark," says Coulson.

"Steve, why don't we let Coulson get settled in here, and then we'll have dinner," I say.

"I better get going," says Phil.

"Please stay for dinner, Phil," I say.

"I don't want to impose," says Phil.

"Agent Coulson, you're not imposing, we'll have plenty," says Steve.

"No, I got to get back to the Tower, I have a meeting with Fury tomorrow," says Phil.

"I did get your invitation. I'll be here tomorrow for the Fourth," says Phil.

I'm feeling drowsy, so Steve picks me up, and carries me to the bedroom, and lays me in bed. Steve falls asleep next to me, holding me close to him. Coulson jumps up, and parks himself at my feet, and doesn't even leave my side.

After, Steve and I wake up. Steve fixes me some dry toast and some ginger ale to help me keep things down. Before bed, I'll take another pill.

Tomorrow, I'll finish wrapping Steve's present. Right now, Steve and I are going to make a Costco run, and I want him to have the pizza and a hot fudge sundae. We go, and get water, pop, seltzer water, toilet paper, some more dog kibble, some wet food, and tons of potty pads. We also get the burgers, hot dogs, and the chicken to grill. We get two huge bags of chips, some muffins, some potato salad, tons of ears of corn, and we then pay for the purchase. I get some pizza and hot fudge sundaes for both me and Steve. Steve loves the pizza, and I'm actually able to keep something down. It feels nice to eat without throwing up after twenty minutes. Steve is amazed with the size of the store.

Phil is watching Coulson, and when we come back home, Phil and Coulson are having a nice game of fetch, even though Coulson is more invested in it than Phil.

Steve and Phil tell me to go inside, and put my feet up, and eat. I put the pizzas in the house, and I put the sundaes in the freezer. I take one quick look at the onesies, and they're dry. I'll wrap them up in the morning.

Steve and I have our dinner and our dessert, and we start to discuss names. Steve and I agree on James Joseph if I'm having a boy, and we agree on Sarah Anne if I'm having a girl. Luckily, it's a boy. Steve is giving me a foot rub while I read my book. I fall asleep, and Steve carries me to the bedroom, and puts me in bed.

I wake up earlier than Steve. I have to pee, so I open the tests, and I take them. I cap them, and wait the three minutes to see the results. It's clearly positive, so I put the test back in the box, tape it back up, and I put it with Steve's present. I even wrap up the onesies, and put them in their properly colored packages. One package is blue, and the other package is pink. I place each bootie in the packages. One pair is pink and the other pair is white, and one pair is blue and the other pair is white. I put the onesies in the package, and I'll present them when we're ready to celebrate Steve's birthday after we have dinner.

Coulson follows me everywhere. He even follows me to the kitchen, where I make myself a piece of dry toast and some tea. Steve wakes up, and fixes himself some coffee.

"Good morning, doll," says Steve.

"Good morning Captain Handsome," I say.

"Still not feeling better?" says Steve.

"I will by September," I say.

"You mean, you have to wait this out," says Steve.

"For the most part, and I need to take my anti-nausea meds," I say.

Steve and I take Coulson for his morning walk. I make myself some peppermint tea. That helps my nausea, and Steve carries the poop bags. We come back, and I sleep for a bit. Later, Agent Coulson and Tony come over to help me set up. Pepper and I spend time together, but not without me throwing up at a few points. I take another anti-nausea pill.

The cookout goes well. Everyone is here

I present Steve with the packages, and he looks at me, in confusion, but gives me a knowing wink. He then opens the packages and removes the onesies. He then opens the envelope, and he sees the ultrasound. He puts his hand on my stomach, and gives me a loving kiss.

Everyone gathers around this small photo, and congratulates the both of you. Even Phil, who helped named Coulson.

Everyone leaves when all is said and done. Steve and I are so looking forward to this next chapter. Now with Coulson, our rescue dog, makes everything even better, and we have a lot more to look forward to. I think Coulson chose us, we didn't choose him. I chose Steve as my husband, and I chose Steve to be the father to our baby.

Steve and I fall in love even more.