Last chapter! Can you believe it? I can't. Anyway, I know the story was moving really fast, and I have to skip ahead again, but this is the chapter when you hear about the wedding!

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One year later

Hermione unlocked the door to the house she shared with her husband. She slammed it, kicked off her shoes and threw her briefcase into the livingroom. Neither of her daughters came to greet her, so that only added to her bad mood. It was her anniversary, and she hadn't seen her husband all day. He wasn't in bed when she woke up, he hadn't stopped to see her and now, he wasn't home. Where the hell are you, Ron, she asked herself for the umpteenth time that day.

She walked into the foyer, still uber-pissed, when she saw something sitting on the hall table. It was a white rose, with a letter was attached to it.

Hermione,

Mum and Dad took Haven and Devon for the night. When you finish reading this, you'll have an hour to change before the lamp upstairs turns into a portkey and brings you to me. Dress up, we're going out tonight!

Love,

Ron

He didn't forget! her mind screamed as she ran up the stairs. She bounded into her room and was surprised to see a periwinkle blue dress and white sandals already laid out on the bed. She changed and she curled her hair into loose ringlets. She smiled to herself as she reapplied her makeup, finishing just in time to grab the lamp. She felt the familiar tug behind her navel, and she landed ungracefully in the sand.

"Need some help?" she heard someone ask. She looked up to see the love of her life standing above her. He pulled her up and kissed her. "Happy Anniversary love."

She smiled, the first real smile of the day, and her anger seemed to melt away. "You too."

He took her hand and led her to the picnic blanket spread out on the sand. As he sat down, he pulled her into his lap and then rested his chin on her shoulder as they looked out over the ocean. "Do you know where we are?" he asked, his warm breath tickling her neck.

She took his arms and wrapped them around her before answering. "Yeah, I remember..."

-Flashback to their Wedding Day-

He looked out over the sand. It was a perfect day, the green blue waves rolled onto the shore. The preacher was standing next to him, and he turned his head in time to see Haven and Hermione walking towards them. She smiled nervously before standing in front of him. He took her hand, and they both turned their heads toward the preacher.

The ceremony was beautiful, but Ron was too busy staring a Hermione to actually pay attention. She squeezed his hand, and before he knew it, it was over. All he really remembered was kissing her.

They told Haven about the baby that night. She'd hit the roof, seriously. She had disappeared before their eyes and ended up on the roof. She took it pretty well, and nine months later, they had a baby girl that Haven had named Devon (she'd picked that name out the night they told her.)

-Back to the Present-

Hermione smiled when she heard Ron's stomach rumble. He blushed, and she pulled the picnic basket over. They watched the sun set over the water as they ate, and they never said a word. When it was dark, Ron scooped her up and he dual apparated them home.

"I was really pissed at you earlier," she told him as he carried her up the stairs.

"I figured you would be, but I had to spend all day on the surprise."

"You're forgiven," she said as she buried her face into his shirt.

He kicked their bedroom door open before setting her down on the bed. He pulled a box out of his pocket and handed it to her. "This is the better part of your gift."

She carefully opened it, and gasped when she saw what was inside. A pair of small diamond earrings and a matching necklace lay inside. He gently took the necklace out and clasped it around her neck. She shivered when she felt his lips on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes as he continued to kiss her neck, and her last rational action was looking at her wedding ring and thinking about how lucky she was.

Was that too short? B/C if it was, I could write another chapter, but it kinda seemed like the right point to end at, but if anyone wants another chapter, I mite write one about Devon and the triplets, but that's only if you really want me too. Tell me!