Your mind races, trying to make sense of his words, of why he's in this state. Divorce? Leaving him? You're about to beg him to explain when something catches your eye—his hand, the one that's clutching something so tightly. You gently pry it open, revealing the rings in his palm.
Your wedding band. Your engagement ring.
And suddenly, it all clicks.
"Oh my god," you whisper, the realization hitting you like a freight train.
He looks up at you, his tear-streaked face filled with so much raw emotion that it nearly breaks your heart. His lips tremble as he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He just looks at you, utterly lost.
You feel horrible, guilt slamming into you as you realize what he must have thought when he saw the rings. Sinking down to his level, you wrap your arms around him, as you desperately try to bring him out of his haze.
"No, no, no. It's not what you think. I just... I just took them off because they didn't match my outfit. That's all. I swear, I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to—"
He interrupts you, his voice still shaky but tinged with disbelief. "They didn't go with your outfit?"
You nod, your throat tightening with emotion. "Yeah. That's it. I'm so sorry, I didn't even think about how it would look. I just... I didn't want to clash, and I didn't realize you'd—" Your voice falters, on the brink of tears yourself.
Michael stares at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, he lets out a shaky laugh, a sound that's so unexpected that it takes you a moment to process it.
"They didn't go with your outfit," he repeats, as if trying to wrap his head around the absurdity of it.
You nod again, your own tears threatening to spill over. "Yeah," you whisper, your voice cracking.
He shakes his head, letting out another soft chuckle, and suddenly he wraps his arms around your waist, his face buried against your chest as he laughs, really laughs this time, the sound full of relief and disbelief all at once.
You can't help but giggle along, the tension between you evaporating in an instant. You lay your head against his curly hair, finally breathing out. The sheer absurdity of the situation is too much to handle, and soon you're both laughing together, wrapped in each other's arms as the misunderstanding dissolves into nothing.
"I can't believe you thought I was divorcing you," you say, your voice still tinged with laughter as you stroke his hair.
"I thought I was a terrible husband," he admits, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression soft and vulnerable. "I thought I wasn't good enough for you."
You shake your head, cupping his face in your hands as you gaze into his dark brown eyes. "You're not a terrible husband. You're the best husband I could ever ask for. And I'm sorry I scared you like that. I love you more than anything. I'm not going anywhere. Ever."
He smiles softly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I love you too," he whispers, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips. The kiss is slow and unhurried, helping him remind himself that you are his and he is yours. Body and soul.
For a long moment, you just stay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the weight of the misunderstanding finally lifting as you hold each other close. And as you sit there, your heart full of love and relief, you can't help but marvel at how deeply you love this man—the man who thought he wasn't enough for you, even though he's everything you've ever wanted and more.
Eventually, Michael pulls back, his smile soft and genuine as he takes your hand in his, gently sliding your rings back onto your finger. "There," he says quietly. "Right where they belong."
You smile, tears brimming in your eyes once more as you lean in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss is passionate and full of love, a promise of forever.
"Now," you say with a playful grin as you pull back, "are you ready for the fashion show?"
He laughs, shaking his head as he wipes the last of the tears from his eyes. "Of course I am. My little fashionista." And with that, the two of you fall back into the easy, playful rhythm that defines your relationship.
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