Two Suns, One Honeymoon, Zero Regrets

Priya and Tomas planned their wedding down to the napkin folds, and by the time it was over they were too wrung out to enjoy having pulled it off. So the honeymoon had exactly one item on the itinerary: the Twin-Sun Sunset Sail on Kepler-442b, and a strict no-planning rule.

The catamaran drifted onto a turquoise sea while both suns sank toward the horizon at their own lazy pace, doubling every reflection and gilding everything twice. Dinner went cold. The wine didn't. Somewhere over the second sunset, Priya admitted she could no longer remember why the seating chart had felt so important.

Twelve hundred light-years from the relatives who'd had opinions, they watched two stars set into an alien ocean and called it — accurately — the best decision they'd made all year.