"I love you," he said. "And I don't intend to go anywhere." Neville felt his heart start to pound on the walls of his chest. He knew that this was his opportunity and so he slipped his hand into his coat pocket (the coat had been left draped over the back of the couch) and pulled out the little bag. He knew he wasn't going to be very stealthy about it so he didn't try.
"I want to be there for you and Lucy forever," he said, slipping the antique ring out of the baggy. It had been his mothers', one his father had painstakingly picked out for her some time in the 70's. Neville was just pleased that Frank hadn't gone with the popular Art Deco style of the time.