I like to think that when the summer finally comes around, when Shane and Ilya can finally escape to the cottage after being outed but still a little while before their wedding. Shane is inside cleaning up the last dishes from dinner when he hears Anya barking. He goes over to check on her but she runs away, worried he follows her to investigate.
He expects to find her favorite toy, a squeaky toy of a hockey puck that’s seen better days, stuck somewhere she can’t reach. Or maybe Ilya fell down the well… okay that’s not very likely but knowing Ilya it’s a very real possibility. He really expects anything else than what he finds.
A little path of lights, very familiar ones as a matter of fact, leading down to the dock. He follows them, letting Anya bark happily as she runs around him. Eventually he stands before something that makes his heart swell with so much love it hurts. Ilya, standing alone at the edge of the dock. Surrounded by hundreds of electric candles. His hair is a little longer at the moment, but unlike Shane whose hair touches his shoulders. Ilya’s frames his face like a halo, like beams of sunlights around shimmering sapphires. From the candles or tears, who is to say.
Anya has calmed down at this point, content to roll around in the grass. Shane stands before Ilya now, stunned and surprised. Shane tells Ilya he doesn’t need to do this, Ilya nods face shifting as though he is mulling over Shane’s words. Shane knows better, knows that he isn’t. So he smiles when he sees that sly grin spread across Ilya’s face. Ilya takes Shane’s hands, thumbs rubbing over the backs of them. He tells Shane he knows he doesn’t need to. Know’s they are going to be married in less than a month. But he wanted to, needed to. Shane laughs, it’s a little wet, the tears are threatening to spill. Ilya is fairing no better as Shane’s laugh infects him, making them a pair of grinning crying fools.
Ilya sinks down to one knee, grabbing Shane’s hand. He tells Shane he is his light, his dreams, and the greatest thing he has ever had the pleasure of loving and being loved by in return. Besides Anya of course. He says Shane’s middle name, what gets a shaken laugh out of him after Ilya admits he asked Yuna what it was a few months ago. When Shane had proposed. From his pocket Ilya doesn’t pull out a ring, no, he pulls out a simple gold chain necklace. Ilya tells him when his father died he found a small box hidden in the very very back of his closet. He recognized it as his mother’s, not much was left inside. A pair of earrings, a decorative hair pin, and this simple gold chain. 
Ilya tells Shane that while his family might be broken beyond repair, he can still connect him to the one member of his family he loved. And who would’ve love Shane just as fiercely as he does. Shane cradles the chain in his palm, its light as air but gleams in the light of the candles. He hoists Ilya up to his feet, smashing their lips together in a desperate kiss. Hoping all his thoughts and feeling could be passed from his body into Ilya’s.
They pull apart, foreheads resting against one another’s. And Ilya asks if he will marry him. They both break out into a fit of giggling sobs, grins reaching from ear to ear. In slightly choppy Russian he tells Ilya yes of course he will marry him. There is no one else in this lifetime or any life time, who has his heart as fully and completely as he does. They kiss again, and head into the house.
On their wedding day Shane wears Irina’s necklace. Ilya’s heart has never been so full.