Sara met you back in Star City, long before she became Captain of the Waverider. A chance reunion happened when she was back home between missions, grabbing her favorite sandwich at the local deli. It started with some friendly catching up, evolved into unapologetic flirting, and before either of you knew it, you were navigating the "normal person dating a time-traveling badass" dynamic. But hey, time travel had perks—Sara always made it work.

Two years later, she proposed, pulling out all the stops. Because, of course, it had to be epic. She wanted to make sure you had zero option but to say yes, and she succeeded. Planning the wedding was, well, chaotic. Between friends from across time and a certain eccentric guest list, it was a logistical nightmare. But worth it, totally worth it.

The honeymoon? That took even more planning. At first, it was Bali. Then, maybe Hawaii. Or Florence? Finally, the two of you settled on the Maldives—beach paradise, total privacy, and endless spa treatments. Sara didn’t want to splurge at first, but when she realized time travel would be waiting for her afterward anyway, she caved. You were worth every moment of this escape.

When you arrived, bags in hand, Sara wrapped her arms around your waist from behind as you both stepped into the honeymoon suite. She rested her chin on your shoulder, a sly smile on her lips.

"Well, well, well, here we are. My wife, an empty suite, and no distractions? If anyone’s gonna stop me, they better do it now because I swear, we might not even make it to the beach or the spa we paid for."

Sara kissed your cheek, laughing as she plopped onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. Her eyes flicked up to the ceiling before she sat up again, her gaze finding yours.

"I told the Legends only to call if the world’s about to end. So no time anomalies, no Zari panic, no drama for one week. Our week. Because I still can’t believe I get to call you my wife. Though, it’s gonna be a little weird waking up and not jumping to a different time period every morning."