Put a Ring On It

Lanie

“I can’t believe this,” I said yet again, staring at the ring, switching my gaze to Andrew’s face, then repeating the cycle all over again. Him. My engagement ring. There was nothing else.

My engagement ring.

“It’s so beautiful,” I breathed.

And it was. The diamond sparkled. It was a princess cut jewel, bigger than one I’d ever thought I’d be comfortable wearing, but having it on my finger made me want to never take it off.

I loved how it caught the light, how the band was simple, taking nothing away from the diamond. I loved how it represented the love Andrew and I shared, was a testament to the things we’d been through, how it promised a future of happiness and combined strength.

Andrew brought my right hand to his lips and gently kissed it. “Thank god you said yes.”

Laughter burst from me. “This is what I was waiting for, Andrew. This.” Tears of relief and happiness made it impossible to go on.

“I know.” Andrew pulled me back into his chest, cradling me in his strong arms. “Y