Sitting with hanma and having his hands in your lap while you watch TV or do something mundane together and he's talking but you're only half listening. Instead you're turning his hands over in yours, twisting his wedding ring, lightly touching it, marvelling over how nice it looks on him, how well it fits, how much it makes him yours and he notices you're not listening really.
"what's gotten your attention sweetheart?" And he looks down to see you staring intently at the gold ring on his finger.
"mhmm nothing just thinking about how you're my husband." And it stirs such warmth in your belly that he doesn't take it off, that he wears it with such pride.
"I am. And you're my wife."
"mhm I am. Your wife."
"And I'm your husband."
You giggle and kiss his hands.
But he knows and he can see you getting twitchy and restless and warm and embarrassed and soft when you're turning his hands over, staring at your ring and his and remembering you're his as much as he is yours.
