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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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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?"

"Good," she grinned up at him, getting comfortable with her head rested on his arm now that he was offering. She was more than happy to lay here for a while. They could go get drinks later, too. There was still so much relaxing to be had! "As soon as possible so we still have some time left over after to pretend this is also our honeymoon. Or we simply did it backwards, that's fine too," she laughed, draping an arm over him.

He just nodded, silent at first. "There's an opening on the day after tomorrow if we want it." He said. Two days, and then another week afterwards before they had planned to be heading home. Of course, there was nothing that said that they had to be heading home just yet. They could extend their stay a bit if they wanted to.

No, they were not in any rush to get home. She kind of wanted to get it done so she didn't have to think about it. "I could do that," she agreed, but she didn't know what he was thinking exactly. Did he want to do that? Was he ready? Obviously he was ready, or he wouldn't have bought rings.

"If we do that, then we need to call the jeweler and tell him and hopefully he can have those ready in a couple days," she thought out loud.

He was ready to take tis step, no doubt about that. His only hesitation had been if she, woman as she was, would need a ton of time to get ready. They did that in his experience. Hair, nails, whatever... But then again, things like that had never seemed to be a big priority for her.

"SO you call the jeweler and I call the court house?"

Yeah, Darcy had no feeling about hair and make-up. If she couldn't get it done in a half an hour, then she didn't care to get it done. Sure, she'd make herself look pretty, but she wasn't actually having some insane wedding where everyone needed to be perfect for photos. She only needed to look good for him.

"Okay," she smiled, moving off the bed to go and grab her phone and dial the jeweler after looking up the number. "Hi, it's Darcy... yes... we have the date. Mhmm. So his will say Darcy and the date and mind will say Fo--Jonathan and the date... yep. Thank you so much." She hung up and smiled over at him, laying back down on the bed.

He was on hold and so he heard her halting herself about which name should be in her ring. It made him chuckle. He didn't quite know why, but he was very much amused by that whole thing.

Then he was finally put through. "Hi, this is Jonathan Ford. I was in a bit earlier about- Yeah, that's me. We'll go ahead and take that opening. Uh-huh. Two-thirty is fine. Alright. Thank you."

She heard him make the appointment and grinned. Darcy, never in her life, thought that she would get married. She knew how messed up she was in the head and that factored into a lot of it. Who wanted a girl like her? Apparently someone who wanted to be punished. She found it almost amazing that he would put up with her like he did, but as things started to get better, it all started to make more sense to her. It didn't really matter about what they were before, but what they were now.

Darcy snuggled up beside him, that same giddy grin on her face. "We can pick up the rings that morning," she said, glad that the salesman was able to have them ready.

Ford tossed the phone aside. "Well then, my dear..." He started. "You now have the rest of today and tomorrow left as Miss Schumacher. How does that feel?" And he had the rest of that day and the next day as an unmarried man. Scary.

Darcy giggled and looked at him, shaking her head in disbelief at first. She couldn't help but be excited. "Like I'm going to get to have a very happy life with a wonderful man," she said, still grinning wildly and nuzzled in against his side. "What about you? Mourning your freedom?"