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Even she can't believe they pulled this off. She's heard it all, Hallmark movies aren't a blueprint for real life, no one gets married on Christmas Eve, how unrealistic can you get, what if there's a blizzard? To everyone's shock, Dad was the one who raised the most "realistic" concerns. Mom, on the other hand, thought it was the most beautiful idea ever and would glare at Dad every time he objected.
Maya, naturally, questioned the whole thing, but went with it because, in her words, I always say yes anyway because I love you and deep down I want to be a stupid romantic for once. Plus it was kind of her idea, they'd been watching those silly Hallmark movies and Maya, in a dreamlike stupor, said maybe it would be nice if they could do that.
Riley's not one to pass up a chance to do the impossible, especially when Maya's the one who comes up with the kind of overly optimistic, unrealistic, only-possible-in-the-movies idea.
So here they are. In one of the fanciest hotels in New York, with a ballroom and a buffet table and everything. Their families, their friends - Mr. Feeny is still alive, the only indication that he's getting old is the cane he leans on. They expected a few no-shows, but even Farkle and Isadora are here (William Kierkegaard is staying with his grandparents for the weekend). And while it's snowing, it's just the perfect amount - a light, pretty dusting that won't lead to people being trapped in the parking lot when it's time to go home after the weekend.
And Maya, who once balked at the idea of wearing anything fancier than a little black dress, stands beside her at the altar in a fairytale wedding gown to match Riley's. They wear their Thunder and Lightning rings on chains around their necks, and when it comes time to say I do, they clink those rings together and say their mantra.
"Thunder."
"Lightning."
"We do."
The hall fills with cheers and tears and applause as they kiss. Riley wanted to hang mistletoe from the trellis and it was the one thing Maya put her foot down against, but they don't even need it.
Riley's never needed mistletoe as an excuse to kiss Maya.