She appreciates the normality. The ring was fancy enough. Angela likes what they have and how simple it's come to be. No one trying to show off and impress the other like peacocks. Just him. Just her. And whatever else they bring to the table.

"Come to bed later?" She should really stop kissing him, but it's hard when his lips are just begging for hers. Why must he be so attractive to her? "With your sexy dishpan hands and all?"