THIRD PERSON POV
“Yes, Alexandria Song. The answer is yes.”
When she heard those words, Alex wasted no time in putting the moon-engraved ring into Mitchelle’s ring finger. The other woman did the same to her with the sun-engraved one and when they were done, Alex put their hands flat against each other.
They both marveled at the feeling of having their promise be symbolized and solidified by the ring on their hands.
Mitchelle intertwined their fingers then as she pushed the younger to lay her back on the mattress, straddling her. She looked at the clock on the nightstand.
Five seconds before 12.
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“Happy Birthday, love.” Mitchelle sweetly smiles.