"What's in the bag?"
Danny shook it open. "A ring. A wedding ring, I think."
"It's gorgeous," Amanda whispered, running her finger over the silver band, with encrusted diamonds running all around it. "She must not have been able to wear it, afraid people in town would turn against her if they knew she still loved her husband, was waiting for him."
Danny rolled his palm so the ring turned. "It could be anyone's ring, Amanda."
"It's mine." Amanda lifted it up, a feeling of rightness settling over her. It wasn't a coveting of the jewelry. There was no Lord of the Rings freaky obsession invading her, but still, she knew it was meant for her.
Lifting Piper up into his arms, Danny tossed her a little to get a good grip. "What do you think, baby girl? It's pretty, isn't it?"
She patted his shoulders. "I think everything is exactly the way it's supposed to be now."
Amanda looked at her almost husband and her soon-to-be daughter and nodded. "You said it, girlfriend."
"Can we go home now?" Danny asked.
"Absolutely. We have plenty of time, by the way, so don't have a cow." She kissed his cheek, slipping the ring on her middle finger. "That's farm humor, get it? Have a cow."
"I get it." He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.
Amanda laughed.
Sharing her life with the people she loved? Priceless.