Astrid rushes over.
Geirolf right behind her.
Guests stand up, looking at the ground.
Gunnar and I exchange a glance.
He's trying not to laugh.
I'm failing miserably.
"Found one!" someone shouts.
"The other one's over here—no, wait, that's a bottle cap."
"Leif, sweetheart, it's okay?—"
"I ruined the wedding!" He's crying now, full meltdown mode.
Astrid scoops him up, tries to comfort him. "You didn't ruin anything, baby. We'll find them."
"Got it!" Hakon holds up the second ring triumphantly.
"It rolled under Magnolia's chair."
Applause.
Cheers.
Leif sniffles, looks up at his mom. "I didn't ruin it?"
"You didn't ruin it. You were the best ring bearer ever." He brightens immediately.
Hakon brings the rings to Magnus.
Leif returns to his post, clutching the now-empty pillow like his life depends on it.
"Let's try this again," Magnus says. "The rings."
He hands Gunnar my ring first.
Gunnar takes my left hand and slides the band onto my finger.
The wedding band nestles perfectly against my engagement ring.
The emerald catches the afternoon light.
Sparkling.
Beautiful.
Home.
"With this ring," Gunnar says, "I thee wed."
Magnus hands me Gunnar's ring.
I take his left hand.
