Rey found herself tilting her head slightly into Finn’s touch. She turned her head a little more to press a kiss to his palm. The atmosphere was becoming lighter, but there was still a sense of dread. Six months would be gone in the blink of an eye to them.

“That’s okay. You and Finn have done more for me than....” she paused for a moment, the gravity of it hitting her again. “Than anyone else.”

But if they were going to do vows, they should do it right...

“Maybe we could have time to write our vows? Just a little...?’ And give her enough time to spruce up the garden and make it better. Make it to look like a damn fairy tale because it’s what they all deserved.