June couldn’t help but eye the plate Beckett was holding, wondering just how hungry he thought she was; it wasn’t like corsets left much room for food, but she wasn’t going to ever turn down something as delicious as these sandwiches were. His comment earned a reluctant smirk, if only because Juniper knew he’d be saying these two words for the rest of his life – only to his real wife, and not to her.

She reached out to take one, her bite into the sandwich slow and delicate. Then June raised her gaze to his. “Spring does sound soon, but it’s best to get it out of the way early so we can enjoy the Season, hm?” June playfully slapped his hand at the sandwich he was going toward so she could take it for herself. She grinned at him, leaning forward to pop it into her mouth.

“Although,” She started slowly after swallowing, “I suppose might not be feasible because I still need a ring. Preferably something enormous and tasteless.” June wondered if Beckett was actually looking at rings, what he might decide on.

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