Ring
The grass caressed their bare feet.
The crescent moon, having overseen most of their meetings, chose to shine softly upon them.
And the wind, having carried all of their loving whispers, saw fit to caress them.
The man and woman lay on their backs, red and black hair side by side.
Their hands, one worn and calloused, the other soft and delicate, were clasped firmly by the other.
And as green eyes counted the stars, hazel eyes focused on the free rough hand, and what was tightly furled inside it.
Slowly, rough found soft, lips tenderly found lips, and hazel eyes met emerald.
Four words was all it took. Four words, and a promise in return.
And as an old and much-loved ring encircled a delicate finger, the warm breeze dried tears of joy, tears of relief, and tears of a profound happiness that could only be shared by James Potter and Lily Evans.
OH MAN. Please don't hate this chapter. I was freaking out while writing it... but I think I love it. Watch it be the one you guys don't like. I sincerely hope you like it.
As for the four words, I think you can guess what they were. ; )