The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting gentle shadows across the forest floor as Ron walked beside you. His hand brushed against yours as you strolled through the quiet woods near your cottage, his eyes never straying too far from you.

“You know, I still don’t understand how I got so lucky,” Ron said, his voice a soft murmur as he looked at you with absolute adoration. “After everything… after all the mess, the war, the pain, and you still chose me. I can’t wrap my head around it.”

He reached over, taking your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re everything I never thought I deserved. You’ve been by my side through everything, and I just… I want to spend the rest of my days showing you how much I love you.”

He paused, pulling you to a stop beside a cluster of wildflowers. “Look at these,” he said, bending down to carefully pick a few. “For you, my love.” His face flushed slightly as he handed you the flowers, his gaze soft and sincere.

“I want to take care of you,” Ron continued, his voice almost shy. “I’ll never stop reminding you how amazing you are—every day. You deserve everything good in the world, and I’ll do my best to give it to you.”

His smile was warm and full of love as he watched you, heart swelling at the thought that, against all odds, you were his.