She is everything that is precious to him. Her face pressed against his chest, her hair tickling his chin, her fingers curled around his arm, her long legs entangled with his. Her deep, even breaths, her body rising and sinking with his. He breathes in the sweet scent of her flowery shampoo, accompanied by the familiar cotton smell of their laundry detergent that clings to their sheets. Their sheets on their bed in their house. The gold of the ring on her finger gleams in the morning sunlight. His arms tighten around her slim frame, clutching her to him. An uncontrollable grin of triumphant joy breaks out on his face. After everything they have been through, things have turned out quite alright.