Here we go…another Krista & Rizzo installment. This one is really just fluff, but it continues on with the wedding plans being made in Boston.

As the weeks progressed into months, Krista and Rizzo settled in to life in Massachusetts. He was doing well as a high school hockey coach, loving every minute of working with his players. She had taken a job as a substitute teacher in the same school, and discovered she actually liked being around hormonal teenagers all day. Of course, being able to see her fiancé often helped, too.

The wedding plans were also coming along, with most of the major decisions already made. The church and hall were scheduled, the band was booked, the bridesmaids' dresses ordered, and the groomsmen fitted for their tuxes. The only big thing left to do was purchase the wedding rings.

Which is what brought Krista to the ice rink after school one day just after Thanksgiving.

"Hey handsome," she called across the ice to Rizzo.

He blushed a little, hoping none of the kids had heard that, and skated over to her. "Hi," he said, kissing her quickly. "Come to skate with the boys again?" She had attended a few practices at his request to, as he put it, "liven things up a little".

"Not today," she smiled. "I came to see if you were busy tonight."

"I always have time for you," he told her, taking her hand and playing with her engagement ring. "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking that maybe today we could go look at wedding rings after practice."

His smile grew at the thought of slipping a ring on her finger again. "Yeah, we could do that. We just have a light workout today, and I should be out of here by 4:30."

"Okay, why don't you pick me up at your parents' house when you get done?" she said. "Your mom is helping me pick out flowers today."

Rizzo laughed. "She's so excited for this wedding. Mom always wanted a daughter, but she had all boys."

"Well it works out nicely for me," Krista smiled. "My family can only do so much from Michigan, and your mother has very good taste."

He laughed again. "I'm glad you two get along so well…"

"Me too." The players were trickling out onto the ice now, and she kissed him quickly one more time. "I'll see you later, then."

He looked around and saw more of his players hitting the ice. He wanted to kiss her again, but didn't want to do it in front of the boys. Then he changed his mind—she was going to be his wife, and if he wanted to kiss her, no group of high school students was going to stand in his way. He pulled the hand he was still holding to his chest and kissed her, a soft, slow kiss. "I love you."

She smiled shyly. "I love you, too," she told him. A few whistles and catcalls came from the boys, and Krista laughed. "Tell them I'm teaching US History tomorrow, and I'll see them bright and early."

Rizzo laughed too. "I will."

"What about these?" he asked later that evening, looking at a set of elaborate wedding bands.

"Honey, those are too showy. How about something a little simpler, like these."

"I think we can afford something a little more than those," he said. "How about these?"

"Those are nice, but they're so expensive," she told him.

"Don't worry about the price," he said, rubbing her shoulder. "Just find something you like."

"Sweetheart, we have to worry about the price. You're a high school coach and I'm a substitute teacher—we don't have a lot of money."

He took her hand in his and nuzzled her cheek. "I want you to have a wedding ring you can show off."

"I don't need a ring I can show off," she smiled. "I'll have a husband I can show off."

He smiled back. "Really?"

"Of course," she said, nuzzling him in return. "You could slip a Lifesaver on my finger and I wouldn't care, as long as it was from you."

Rizzo laughed. "Yeah, okay. I guess it doesn't matter what the ring is like, it's the person who gives it to you."

"Exactly."

They looked around a little more, and finally found a moderately priced set of rings that they both liked.

"Would you like to try them on?" the sales clerk asked, coming over.

"Sure," Krista replied, smiling. She took the rings from the clerk and slid one on Rizzo's left hand.

"Wait a minute," he said, trying to hide a smile. "Who said I was going to wear a wedding ring?"

She smiled. He wholly intended to wear a ring, and she knew it. "You don't want to wear a ring? Fine. Maybe I won't change my last name," she said playfully.

He wasn't expecting that one. "Why wouldn't you?"

"Did you miss the '70s? Women's lib, honey—I don't have to take your name if I don't want to…"

"You don't want to be Krista Eruzione?" he replied. A moment later he grinned, realizing what he'd said.

She laughed. "Not bad is it?" She reached over and touched the ring he was still wearing.

He looked down at their hands. "What do you think of it?" he asked.

"I think it's incredibly sexy," she smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe we can work something out…" He leaned over and kissed her gently. "I'll wear the ring…" He kissed her again.

"…and I'll change my name," she finished, kissing him one more time. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the expression on the sales clerk's face as he stood across the room. "Maybe we should get out of here…" Krista helped Rizzo slide the ring off his finger, and handed them back to the clerk. "Could we put a down payment on these?"

"Sure," the clerk replied. "What name would you like them held under?"

"Eruzione," she told him, smiling. "Krista Eruzione."