Summary: You lost your engagement ring.
Ever since Lamine Yamal proposed to her, the engagement ring almost never left her hand.
Not because of the price even though the ring was expensive enough to make anyone nervous.
But because of what it meant, Lamine had designed it himself. Every little detail. The shape. The tiny engraved initials hidden inside the band even the specific stone placement.
He spent weeks secretly working on it before the engagement party, refusing help from anyone because he wanted it to feel completely personal. Completely theirs.
‘There’s literally no other ring like this’, he had told her proudly after slipping it onto her finger that night. And he was right. That ring existed once in the entire world.
Which was exactly why panic completely consumed her the second she realized it was gone.
At first she thought maybe she’d simply left it in the bathroom or beside the sink or near the kitchen while cooking. Somewhere obvious.
But after twenty minutes of searching the entire house with growing panic twisting inside her chest, the ring was nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.
And the more time passed, the worse she felt because she already knew how much that ring meant to Lamine too.
He acted nonchalant most of the time relaxed and carefree, but when it came to her? And especially the engagement? He became strangely sentimental.
He had kissed her hand almost every day since putting that ring there. Sometimes just staring at it randomly with that smug little smile on his face.
‘My fiancée’, he’d say proudly whenever he noticed her wearing it.
So losing it? Felt horrible.
By the time she started searching inside her car parked outside the house, she was genuinely close to tears. She had pulled everything apart already. The glove compartment. Her purse. Under the seats. Every tiny corner where the ring could’ve possibly slipped.
But nothing, and the worst part? Lamine would be home from training any minute.
She was halfway bent under the passenger seat searching desperately when suddenly.
She jumped violently. Her head hit the side of the seat slightly as she spun around. And there he was.
Lamine stood beside the open car door still wearing his training clothes, bag hanging from one shoulder, curls messy from practice.
He looked confused. Slightly amused too.
Meanwhile her heart nearly stopped. “Oh…Lamine you’re back.”
Lamine laughed softly. “Why are you acting guilty?”
She immediately stood up too quickly and wrapped her arms around him tightly before he could look too closely at her face. “Hi.”
Lamine blinked once before hugging her back automatically. “…Hi?”
His hands settled comfortably on her waist but after a second he frowned slightly. Because something felt off immediately. Her hug felt tense. Nervous.
And the moment she pulled away, she avoided his eyes completely.
“What are you searching for?”, he asked.
Lamine stared at her for a second then glanced toward the completely destroyed interior of the car.
Seats moved forward. Bags emptied. Everything messy.
“Right”, he muttered. “Nothing.”
She laughed nervously and bent back down quickly to continue searching. Which only made him more suspicious.
Lamine slowly set his bag down near the car before stepping closer. “Hey.”
Now he was definitely suspicious especially because she still refused to properly look at him.
Lamine reached down, gripping her jaw gently between his fingers making her look up at him. “What are you looking for?”
The softness in his voice almost made her crack immediately.
She swallowed hard. “It’s nothing.”
Lamine narrowed his eyes slightly and that’s when he noticed it, her left hand was empty. The ring finger bare.
His expression changed immediately not angry just suddenly serious.
Her stomach dropped quickly she pulled her hand behind her back. “It’s upstairs.”
Lamine stared at her silently then slowly raised an eyebrow. “You’re lying.”
His voice stayed calm which somehow made her even more nervous.
Lamine looked at her carefully for another second before sighing quietly then without another word, he took her hand and gently pulled her toward the house.
The moment they entered the house, he closed the door behind them and turned toward her fully now. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable.
She stared at the floor silently then finally, “I lost it.”
The words came out small. Quiet. Guilty.
Lamine exhaled slowly through his nose and for a second the disappointment on his face genuinely hurt her chest.
Because she knew, she knew how important that ring was.
“I’ve been searching everywhere,” she admitted quickly.
“The house, the car, literally everything-“, Her voice started shaking slightly. “I don’t know where it went.”
Lamine stayed quiet for a moment and rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. “You lost the engagement ring I made for you.”
That sentence alone almost made her cry. “I’m sorry.”
And the second he looked properly at her face at the panic, the guilt and the fear sitting all over her expression, his frustration softened immediately. Because she already felt terrible enough.
Lamine sighed quietly before stepping closer. “Look at me.”
She looked up slowly and without another word, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Long enough to calm her breathing slightly.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against hers. “It’s okay.”
“We’ll find it”, he repeated more firmly.
Then he kissed her forehead once. “Stop panicking.”
The calmness in his voice made her chest ache. Because honestly? He had every right to be upset. But instead he was comforting her first.
The next hour turned into chaos. Both of them searching absolutely everywhere. Under couches. Kitchen drawers. Laundry baskets. The bathroom.
Lamine even checked the trash bags while muttering, “If this thing disappeared forever I’m never emotionally recovering.”
Despite everything, that made her laugh weakly. “You’re dramatic.”
“I handcrafted romance for you. Of course I’m dramatic.”
Eventually they ended up back in their bedroom completely exhausted.
She sat on the floor near the bed looking defeated. “I actually lost it.”
Lamine crouched beside her immediately. “You didn’t.”
“You’re overthinking, don’t do that”
Then suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly toward the bedside table. “…Wait.”
He leaned forward reaching behind the small cabinet beside the bed and froze. A second later he lifted the ring between his fingers. Silence.
Then she gasped loudly. “Oh my God you found it!”
Lamine stared at the ring dramatically for a second before looking at her. “You nearly killed us emotionally and it was just here?”
She practically threw herself at him immediately, hugging him so tightly he laughed breathlessly. “I thought it was gone forever!”
“You owe me ten years of peace after this.”
She laughed shakily into his shoulder while he slipped the ring carefully back onto her finger himself deliberately. Like the moment mattered all over again.
Then he lifted her hand and kissed the ring softly. His eyes met hers immediately afterward. “Don’t lose it again my love”
“I’m serious, I almost shit myself”
She laughed softly at him, “So am I.”
Lamine stared at her for another second before pulling her fully into his lap. Still holding her left hand carefully. Still staring at the ring like he didn’t trust reality yet.
Then quietly he muttered against her hair. “There’s only one of these in the world, and it belongs to you, only you, the love of my love, my fiancée, and my future wife”
Her heart melted instantly because the ring wasn’t what mattered most to him, It was what it represented. Her. Them. Forever.
And honestly? The way Lamine held her a little tighter for the rest of the night made her feel like the luckiest girl alive.
