When he shifted she lifted up from him thinking he wanted to get up from the couch. Moira turned a quizzical look up at Gideon then blinked when he handed her the box. "But it's not..." except the clock was gently chiming away to indicate it was in fact Christmas. She gave him a wry lopsided smirk for being a sneak about this then opened the box.
Only to have her breath catch in her throat for sight of the ring inside. "Oh, Gideon..." She ran a fingertip along the pretty little vines that formed the body. "It's beautiful."