The smooth sound of the record echoed onto the tile of the kitchen. A cake was baking in the oven. You? You were dancing in the kitchen with Speedwagon, waltzing to the time of the music.

"Oh, you are going to kill me if you step on my foot another time, dear." Speedwagon teased as his arm sat around your waist, other one holding your hand to his chest.

It was your 3rd year anniversary. The rings on your fingers match perfectly.