750. Chapter 750

“I would love it, Alex,” Maggie promised, for what felt like both the hundredth time and the first time. “All I wanna do is marry you. It can be anywhere. On the tarmac where we first met, in our bar, at the DEO, that little arcade. But if there’s somewhere that’s extra special to you, babe, then that’s where I wanna do it.”

“Are you sure, though? Because I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes just because I suggested it or because it’s cheaper than – “

“You also suggested a display of alien weaponry at the reception, and that was a hard no. You’re allowed to ask for things and assert what you want, babe, just like I’m allowed to say no. There won’t be a backlash either way. Not from me, not ever. I promise. Okay? So you wanna get married on the beach where you grew up? That’s what we’re gonna do.”

There were logistics to work out, the least of which were shoes: Maggie had a thing against them, anyway, and part of the reason Alex wanted the whole thing to be on the beach was how deeply she felt the surf in her veins.

And anyway, Alex hated wearing heels.

So barefoot, it was.

Another logistical bit was Eliza. She had rallied after that breakdown and breakthrough she and Alex had had a few Thanksgivings before. She still wasn’t all the way there – there was still the offhanded guilt trip and such – but Alex’s being so afraid to come out to her had cracked something else open in Eliza.

Something like an understanding of how deeply she’d failed Alex in the last decade or more.

So Eliza was, with the wedding, absolutely wonderful. Always compensating for Maggie’s lack of parental involvement, always making sure she and Alex didn’t have anything special planned that Maggie couldn’t mirror with her own mother.

There was still yelling and there was still the occasional Alexandra, but it was out in the open, now. It had words, now, so it was so much better.

Yet another logistical bit: keeping it as private as they could.

They wanted the ceremony to be as intimate as possible, but doing it outdoors brought in so many variables that indoors simply lacked.

But even indoors, Alex and Maggie had to remind themselves, had its risks, its invasions; neither of them were quite secure after being stalked by Rick Malverne for so long, so intimately.

“We’re going to have a contingency plan for absolutely everything,” Winn promised before disappearing into his workshop in the DEO for 48 hours, only allowing Kara and James in to bring him food and water.

When he finally emerged, the plan he presented them with did, indeed, account for everything.

And the final logistical hurdle would be a hurdle anywhere they chose to get married: the whole matter of their jobs.

But Vasquez swore on her life to make sure all the agents under her and Alex and J’onn’s command were ready enough, independent enough, to take care of anything and everything without them there. Just for the afternoon.

“This wedding is going to be the most perfect, gayest thing that’s ever happened,” she promised.

And really, it was.

Kara made sure Alex’s dress was everything she’d never dreamed of and everything she wanted, and she made sure her sister stayed clear of panic attacks the entire morning of.

Adrian made sure Maggie’s tux, femmey in all the places she wanted it to be, would glide over the sand in just the right ways, and he made sure she actually ate something – boring as it might have been – the morning of.

J’onn made sure they both knew they had a father who loved them.

Eliza, for her part, did the same.

They wouldn’t let James be their photographer, because they wanted him to be able to share the experience with them on camera; but it turned out that Brian took stellar photos.

They chose a spot where waves just finishing lapping up on shore; Winn promised that nothing would damage either of their custom-made outfits.

Adrian walked Maggie down the aisle, and he held her hand when she turned to watch her wife step onto their tiny part of the beach from the pathway near the house she grew up in.

No one had ever seen J’onn look prouder.

And no one, save Kara and Maggie, had ever seen Alex’s eyes full of tears like this.

Maggie trembled when J’onn hugged her, long and hard and genuine.

“I love you,” was all she could say as she took Alex’s hands, after, and everyone heard her voice break.

Kara’s voice, too, trembled when she started the ceremony. Because this was her dream come true – her sister, safe and loved and so, so, so damn happy – and it couldn’t be more perfect.

She floated slightly, instinctively, as a small wave broke at her feet, and everyone laughed.

“Before we start the ceremony, I’d like everyone to note, if you haven’t already, that Winn won the bet: Alex cried first,” Kara announced, beaming. She flushed and adjusted her glasses as Lena laughed hardest at her girlfriend’s casual excellence at ceremonial leadership.

“No! I got sand in my eyes! Whose idea was it to get married on the beach, anyway?”

“Yours, babe.”

Alex tugged Maggie in closer, eyes sparkling. “Mine.”

Maggie nodded. “All yours,” she promised.

And as waves broke and formed anew, Maggie turned from her soon-to-be wife to smile at her soon-to-be sister-in-law.

“Let’s do this, Little Danvers.”

Kara nodded and beamed in her girlfriend’s direction as she began her sisters’ beachside wedding ceremony.