Oliver had never been a satisfactory boyfriend. He was timid, uncertain, and could never make a decision, no matter how small.
Perhaps Oliver's fascination with becoming younger explained a lot about his psyche. Fortunately, David had always dreamed of becoming a parent, although Oliver always managed to evade any serious discussions on the possibility.
He told himself that this would be a welcome outcome for Oliver, even as he worked the ring off the baby's finger.
Oliver made a halfhearted attempt to prevent David from taking the ring. He tried to grasp the ring, but it was tough for him to locate an object as tiny as the silver ring and then get a message from his brain to his hand to reach out and grab the silver band.
He tried to protest when the ring went into David's shirt pocket, but he could only make the cooing, babbling sounds of any baby of his mere months of age.
He heard David's comforting voice. He must have sensed Ollie's unease.
"Things will be just fine, Ollie, as soon as daddy gets you to his home." He finished by holding Ollie close to his chest. The warmth, the sound of a strong heartbeat, all combined to lull Ollie's concerns into remission.