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Ford had never been one for symbols of things. Things were what they were, regardless of names and symbols or signs.

He loved Darcy, and he could no longer picture life without her. He certainly didn't want to. But when he had asked her to marry him, he hadn't asked because he himself wanted to get married. He honestly didn't care one way or the other, and he sure as hell didn't need some piece of paper or ceremony to tell him that he loved her. But, she did want to get married.

She also wanted wedding rings, for the both of them. Again he didn't really care. He didn't need a ring on his finger to be married. What was a wedding ring, anyway? A signal to others that one was married? A signal of "I'm claimed already." He didn't need it.

But just as he didn't need to get married or wear a wedding band he still would. Because she wanted that, and he didn't mind it. Hardly a price at all to pay for making her happy.

So they had taken one of their lazy days to go shopping. For rings. "So what kind of ring do you want?" He asked where they were walking down the street hand in hand. Further down that street were a jewelry store that he hoped would have something that would strike her fancy.

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It didn't take too long to pick out a ring, with it being a smaller selection than the womens rings. It was more about picking out a material, Ford thought. For a moment he was tempted to go with platinum, but in the end he chose a fairly wide but undecorated gold band. It was simple, clean, and thanks to the width it was definitely visible even without decorations. "That'll do."

Darcy is standing close by and watching. She had no opinion one way or another about what kind of band he picked out. She was picking her own and he could pick his own so that they knew they liked whatever it was they got. It was practical that way. Besides, she was quietly very proud of him for picking out something that would definitely be noticeable on his hand. Eh, she had to have some visual claim on him, right?

"I like it," she replied, leaning her cheek against his shoulder.

IF she wanted a visual claim, then she got it. That was pretty much the point of rings, at least to his understanding.

"Do you want anything engraved in the rings?" The salesman asked, and Ford turned his head to look at Darcy standing behind him.

"Do we?"

Darcy smiled brightly the entire time and when the salemans asked his next question, she looked up at Ford and looked thoughtful. If they were to engrave something in them, what would it be? It should be the same in both. Darcy looped her arm through his and and kept looking at him to see if he had an idea.

"If we do, I think it should be the same in both. Or, simply each other's names," she said, shrugging, "What do you think?"

Good question. He gave it a moment's thought. "Names and dates?" He suggested. "But then we have to wait until he actually have a date. We could easily have that done once we get back home, though."

"We could make an appointment with the courthouse, then we'll know," she said, but he was right, it wasn't like this was an important aspect of it, anyway. She turned to the salesman and asked if we could call him later and give him a date to add and he agreed. If they didn't get a date for the courthouse, they could always put it off until they got back. "That work?" she turned back to Ford.

"That works," he agreed.

"So what do we do with the rest of the day?" He asked once they had exited the shop. "Back to the beach, or would you rather get the rest of the shopping over and done with?" If she was getti9ng a dress then he really should get an outfit as well.

They placed the order and promised to call later about the engraving. That was simple enough. It was while they were walking out and Ford was asking about the rest of their day that she was realizing there was still some things to do and get done, but she wasn't in a rush of any kind.

"We can shop," she suggested, having already walked by a few stores she thought might have nice dresses she could wear. "Wait, if I'm getting your name engraved on the inside of my ring, should it be Jonathan or Ford? I should probably use my husbands first name every once in a while," she laughed.

Oh, he looked amused now. Way too amused. "I was actually wondering if you were ever going to get around to that." But in her defense everyone else called him by his last name. Francis was an exception about half the time, but Francis had just recently returned. And, she had gotten to know him by his last name only to begin with.

Darcy almost looked offended that he thought it was so funny, "You never said which you prefered!" She elbowed him in the ribs, though still having her arm looped through his. She didn't really think much about it. He'd always just been Ford to her because that was all she heard. Casper called him that and Francis didn't say his name when he wasn't all there.

"Would you rather I call you Jonathan? Or Jon or some other variation?" She asked, since who knew, really at this point.

"Not Jon," he said, making a face. "But Jonathan or Ford, eh. Either way, really. I'm so used to people just calling me by my last name by now." Around the offices, people seemed to think that he didn't even have a first name. Or that For was his first name. Silly people.

No using the name Jon then. She could stop herself from doing that. That is if she could figure out how to actually call him by his first name. It was already so stuck in her head that it might be difficult to figure out how to remember. He didn't seem to care that much, but Darcy realized it really would be a little bit strange if she never called her own husband by his first name.

"I'll try and call you by your first name," she said, "but you are never, ever allowed to refer to me as wifey. Or the little wifey or little wife or any variation there of. I think I'd kill you." She very well might. Now he would do it to bug her and she knew it.

Of course he would! That was a part of his charm, wasn't it? "How about the ol' ball and chain, then?" He asked, wondering what more of the old annoying pet-named for ones wife he could come up with. He'd have to give that some thought.

Darcy laughed at that suggestion, "You sound like some 80-year-old man! Who actually says that?" The laughing kept going and she shook her head, "Yeah, not totally into you refering to me as that, but when the women suddenly come flocking to you because you're very, very taken, feel free to reference your wife as often as you want. Preferably things like how awesome and amazing and beautiful she is."

"Oh, so you mean lie through my teeth?" He joked, smirking as he slid his arm around her shoulders as they walked down the street. "Though maybe it's better if I just keep on referring to you as my better half."

"Yes, you will lie through your damn teeth," she played along, grinning up at him and sidling up beside him as his arm wound around her shoulders. Darcy was perfectly content with this, especially that she was his better half, "That is a very good way to refer to me."

She slid her arm behind him and tucked her hand into his back pocket, walking with him. This had definitely been a needed vacation. "Do you want to shop with me, or separate?" she asked next.

"Depends if you want to do some 'bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding' type of thing," he replied. "Or, actually, I think we'd be done much faster if we split up." Then he wouldn't have to sit around while she tried out dresses.

The superstition thing never really worked for her. She didn't really care and she wasn't wearing white, because then if she went out later, everyone would know something had been going on and she didn't need to parade herself around as a bride. This was for them.

"Practicality wins out with us a lot," she smiled, "Besides, I'm already not following any of the rules. Question though, what color would you prefer to see me in?" She decided since he was the one getting married to her and had to look at her, maybe he should have some say, though she figured he wouldn't care.

"There's nothing wrong with practicality. The sooner we're done, the sooner we can get back to the beach and those two mojitos waiting for us with our names on them." Maybe surprisingly, it turned out that Ford was very much one for laying out in the sun. But if you knew him, and knew how cold he often felt, maybe it wasn't so surprising after all.

"You think I know a thing about that?" HE asked in responded to her question about color. But he did look at her while they walked, choosing whatever color first occurred to him. "Green, maybe?" And no Irish jokes, please.

"Oh, I love mojitos. We should shop fast, I want one of those," she was not really a drinker or a shopper, but when she was a tourist, she was both. She loved that they could lay out in the sun all day and drink and relax and do not a damn thing. That was never an option for them before. Real life would start happening again once they got back.

"Green will look good next to you, too," she replied. No, no, Irish jokes, but it was true. Green was a good color. "We'll see what I find," she said, pulling back a little, "There's a store back that way I want to check out. Where do you want to meet up?"

"Back at the hotel?" That was where they were going once they were done, anyway.

"Mm, that's fine," she agreed and leaned in to kiss him gently. "I will see you later," she smiled and made her way to the store she wanted to see.

He returned that kiss, and then went off on his own. It didn't take too long for him to assemble an outfit that would be good enough. It was just a matter of locating the right stores. Actually, he got away with just two, one for the clothes, one for the shoes. Then he headed back to the hotel, but made one little detour. To the court house. Then back to the hotel for to wait for Darcy.

She didn't take too long to find something she was happy with. It was a beautiful full length dress in emerald green, like he'd suggested. It was flowy and light and she was perfectly happy with that. She did buy herself shoes as well, making sure that they were something she could be comfortable in. Awesome. She had a wedding dress now.

Darcy made it back to the hotel in not too long of time, but still after Ford--Jonathan!--dress on a hanger in a bag and in hand. She hung it up in the closet in the hotel room and then made her way over to the bed to her to be husband and laid down next to him. "Were you successful?" she smiled.

"I was," he said and put the newspaper he'd been reading aside. Indeed, there were another clothing bag hanging in the closet, outfit ironed and wrinkle-free and ready to be worn.

"I also made a de-tour to the court house," he said, reaching to slide his arm under her neck for her to rest her head on. "How soon do you want to do this?"