Hannibal watched her go, thankful for the little bit of time it gave him to get his gift out of hiding. With a small black box cupped carefully in the palm of his hand he strode unabashedly through the house and across the sandy beach.
Only took a few long, fast strides and he caught up to her. King laughed and curled his arm around her waist, pulling her down to the ground. Once there he rolled her over so she was on her back, he was kneeling between her legs. Setting the small box on her chest he popped the lid open and just smiled.
Abby said plain and simple, like her. Hannibal hadn't listened. When he thought of his wife he thought unique and beautiful. So when it came to getting her the one accessory she needed Hannibal went for it.