A few months later, Lavender was standing in the kitchen of her house. An arm snaked its way around her waist and she smiled, laughing and turning around.

"Don't distract me while I'm trying to make dinner!"

She said, kissing Fred and leaning back, using her hand to keep her balance.

"I'm sorry-" Kiss. "I just thought-" Kiss. "That maybe I could help out. -" And another. Lavender happily returned the kisses when she sniffed the air.

"Er, what's burn-OH MY GOD!"

She screamed, running over to one of the elements and removing the oven mitts and dancing around with them frantically.

"Freed! They're on fire!"

She yelled, waving them around. Fred started laughing and tried to put them out by throwing them in the sink and turning on the tap, a satisfying 'hissssssss' could be heard and Lavender sighed, turning the tap off.

"My bad."

She laughed. Walking over to the other side of the counter she began to chop carrots, biting her lip in concentration. A few wisps of hair fell over her eyes and she brushed them away, only succeeding in getting carrot mush in her hair. Suddenly she cried out and held up her finger.

"I've cut myself!"
She pouted, holding her finger up. Fred cooed (yes, cooed) and walked over to her, kissing it better. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride every time he saw that finger, because on it was platinum ring. He had a matching one, and the reason that he was so proud was that those two, tiny, could've-been-insignificant rings, signified that she was right where she was supposed to be, with who she was supposed to be. He smiled at her and kissed the ring, and she closed her eyes, re-opening them slowly.

Hanging over their fireplace were two pictures, one was of a happy couple on their wedding day, the girl was wearing short sleeves and a V-neck white dress, and they were both laughing and smiling into the camera, pausing occasionally to kiss each other. The other one, that appeared to be trivial to anyone else, was much more important to the couple. It was a picture of the two, both of them gazing deeply into one and other's eyes, the girl cradling the boys face in her hand. On that hand, was a tiny diamond encrusted ring, and that, was the ring that had survived ten years, and kept a bond that could've crumbled, strong.

Epilogue

The sound of faint ticking could be heard throughout the house, and the sounds of a couple breathing resonated off the bedroom walls. The boy was asleep, and the girl, was awake, staring at the ceiling. She rolled over and tapped him on the shoulder, causing his eyes to flutter open and he smiled at her, inquisitively.

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping?"

"I'm not anymore, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to say I love you."

The boy smiled and kissed the girl's nose.

"I love you too."