“Kara’s gonna be mad, you know,” Maggie says softly as they walk down the aisle.
“Yeah, well, this was the only time we could both be here and she insisted she couldn’t get out of lunch with Lena Luthor.”
“But to be fair, you never told her what we were doing.”
“Whose side are you on??” Alex asks, scandalised. “I know you and my sister are best friends, but I’m your fiance. You gotta be on my side.”
“I’m neutral,” Maggie replies, playfully aloof. She walks further down the aisle and crouches down. “This one, Alex. This is the one.”
Maggie crouches beside a tiny labrador in a cage, and smiles widely.
“That puppy was dropped off a few weeks ago. Left abandoned on the side of the road, probably because she was born three legs.” Maggie makes a strangled noise, and grabs for Alex’s hand.
“Babe, she smiled at me!” Alex smiles fondly at her soft fiance.
“Of course you choose the underdog.”
The pound worker unlocks the cage, and the small dog starts yapping as it bounds into Maggie’s arm.
“I love her,” Maggie says, and Alex can swear she can see tears glisten in her eyes. She laughs softly.
“What will we name her?” Maggie asks as the puppy licks her face.
“We already decided on a name. Gertrude.” Maggie laughs loudly, until she turns and sees that Alex is serious.
She stops laughing.
“You can’t be serious.”
“You promised me we’d name our first dog Gertrude.”
“I did not!”
“You did, too! I was kidnapped and stuck in a tank, remember?” The pound worker’s eyes widen, but neither woman notices.
“That doesn’t count! We thought you were gonna die!”
“A promise is a promise, Sawyer.”
Maggie sighs, and pets their new dog.
“She’s gonna get bullied, babe. She has three legs and her name is Gertrude.”
“So what do you wanna name her?”
“I don’t know… Taco?”
“Stop hanging out with my sister.”
“Stop trying to ruin our dog’s life.”
“If we name her Gertrude, I’ll never cook in our kitchen again.” Maggie weighs up her options, thinking of their brand new counter tops and fancy new oven.
“Deal,” Maggie says, and they shake on it.
Maggie stands up, Gertrude safely in her arms, and they stand together for a moment, a tiny, perfect family.
“Just remember this,” Maggie tells Alex, “because there is no way you’re naming our children.”