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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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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?"

"What freedom?" He asked flatly before cracking up in a grin. "Seriously though, it's not really going to be any different in two days than it is now. Which makes me realize that we're seriously doing things backwards when you think about it. Getting married before we even move in together." Though that was largely a technicality since she did spend the majority of her time at his house anyway. "Maybe we should do something about living arrangements too?"

"Not everyone lives together before they get married and I am mostly at your place anyways, though that's raising my gas bill," she admits thoughtfully. They really should be moving in together. Actually together. She doesn't need her house but she needs to be closer to work, definitely. Especially now that Francis isn't a concern.

"We should figure something out. I do need to be closer to work," Darcy thought out loud. Maybe he had some good input.

"Weren't you saying you were going to quit your job?" Or had he just misunderstood that part? "Anyway, there is always my house. Or some other house. Or, just a thought... We could move somewhere else entirely." Starting fresh somewhere else actually did have a certain appeal to him.

"I was thinking about it but when I brought it up you sounded kind of iffy. I do love my job but... I don't know. I feel like I need to move on a little. I have a lot of money saved and I could sell my place and live for quite some time without any of that income and find something else or..." be a mother was the next though she had but she should let them get past this first. "where would you want to go? I'm certainly not opposed but do you want to do that?"

"I don't know. It's just a thought. Now that Francis is okay, there's nothing saying I need to stay in Boston." As long as she would come with him, that was. "Truth be told, I feel kinda done with Boston."

"I don't really care. I've never much loved Bosron. It just wasn't New York. I wanted to be out of Queens," it was a give that she would go with him. Of course she would. That would be stupid not to. "We could go and start over somewhere." she was starting to like thy idea.

"We could." Start over. He did like the sound of that. No more organization, no more angst and panic and all of that shit they had had to wade through. Just them, starting new. "Preferably somewhere warmer than Boston. Got any ideas?"

"Warmer is good. Somewhere pretty," she suggested, shifting to nuzzle in against his shoulder. He smelled like the ocean. She was going to really enjoy looking back on this. "I don't think I care where. We have a lot to look forward to. Anything we want."

He ran his fingers through her hair, absentmindedly toying with the ends of it. "So how about... We start looking into wherever we might want to go, and in the meantime you move your stuff over to my house?"It wasn't like they had to rush deciding where to move, but they could start to dream a bit. Plot and plan.

The rest of her stuff, he meant. A lot of her clothes had already ended up over there with spares of most things. She's so used to his home its like she's been there the whole time anyway. That's an easy enough transition to make, she figured. "That sounds good," she agreed.

"So..." she sounded a little more unsure, though, "I guess I should quit my job." That really felt like the end of a chapter for her.

"If we're moving, yeah. But we don't know when we'll do that. Or with any certainty: if. So there's no rush for you to quit right away, is there?"

"No, I didn't necessarily mean that I do it right away, but if we decide where to go and leave... I don't know. That makes sense," she replied, feeling like it finally was all coming together and that meant everything was changing. What were her options? Did she even need them. Suddenly this got really scary. "This isn't going to change things for us... not in a bad way right?" She needed a second of reassurance.

He turned his head to look at her. "Not unless you suddenly decide that I'm boring without all the drama and find someone better or something like that," he half-joked. "It's gonna change, yeah. It already is. But from where I'm standing, all I see is changes for the better."

She could see how this was good. She really did see how it was good. In fact, it was probably the best thing she'd ever had happen to her. Darcy didn't do well with change no matter what it was.

"And you aren't going to suddenly change your mind about me?"

"Any reason why I should?" He shifted to turn more towards her. "I have this feeling that, this is where it gets good. Starting here." With them being free. They just had to let it be good.

"Not that I can think of," she answered. He then successfully reassured her. He thought this was where things would get good. She hoped he was right. She hoped that meant that they were about to find themselves in something new to explore together.

"As long as you are are there, I think I can handle it."

"Oh, don't worry. I plan to keep on driving you up the wall for a long time to come."

"I will never be bored, will I?" she teased, poking him in the side and curling one leg over his. "Yeah, I think I'll keep you."

"You make me sound like some kind of stray," he scoffed. Then, he suddenly grinned. It wasn't a very nice grin. "Oh, I can't wait to hear what your brother will think of this." It didn't much matter that he had only met Greyson once, he'd already decided that eh didn't like the man. Whenever they would have the misfortune to meet, Ford would do his very best to rub his face in the dirt. Just because he could.

She laughed, because he may not be a stray, per se, but he certainly was something. Definitely not the kind of guy you'd usually bring home to mom. Not that she brought anyone home to mom. Besides, he was giving her that smile that said he had some horrible thought in his head, but when he voiced it, she laughed with him over it. "Oh God, Greyson will not be happy," she laughed, ducking her head in against him. "He's... he's on his own. I can't do anything for him."