The finale was. . .let's just say it gave me mixed feelings. I'm glad Robin's the bride, but not so much about Barney proposing to Quinn. Because that would make Robin the second person Barney proposes to and come on, it's not fair. Robin is the one, the only one. How weird is it that Barney would propose to a woman he hasn't known for more than a year? I mean, I get that he's changed, but still.

Sorry for the rant. Please review!

After Quinn finishes the story (and even Robin has to admit it was a sweet proposal), they decide to celebrate right there and then, opening up a bottle of champagne in the living room. Barney and Quinn sit close together on the couch, while Marshall and Lily dote over Marvin lovingly.

To keep herself busy, Robin shoots photos of the happy family, one after the other.

(She is happy for him. Really.)

'Robin, maybe you should take a few of the future Mr. and Mrs. Stinson,' Marshall suggests, grinning.

She nods a little queasily, and positions herself to take Barney and Quinn. And, perhaps a little unsuccessfully, she tries to smile. 'Say cheese!'

It kills her to see how happy he is with her. And she knows, damn it, she knows she has no right to feel that way anymore. She shot him down. She hurt him. She chose Kevin. But even after all these months, Robin still has no idea why she did it.

'The ring's beautiful,' she manages to say.

Quinn grins, raising her hand for a better view. 'Barney has good taste.'

'Awesome taste,' he corrects her.

When Robin's phone rings, she excuses herself, relieved to be saved by Ted.

'Where are you? It's been a big day here.'

'Um. . .yeah, about that.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'Wow, so you guys are really riding off into the sunset?' Robin shakes her head, smiling. He did it. 'I'm so freaking proud of you, Ted.'

'All thanks to you. And, look, you were right. I was making all the excuses because I was scared of being happy, scared of screwing up the chance to finally get everything I wanted.' Robin looks across the room at Barney and Quinn, before shaking her head. 'So why's it a big day over there?'

'Hmm?'

'Big day?'

'Oh right. Barney proposed to Quinn. She said yes.'

Ted doesn't cheer, doesn't yell excitedly like she'd expected. 'Are you okay?'

'Me?' She half-laughs and half-snorts. 'Why would I be not okay? God, Ted.'

'Robin, we don't have to pretend I don't know you still have feelings for Barney. Unless you want to, of course.'

She considers further denying it, but what would be the point, really? All these months, she hasn't had anyone to talk to about Barney, determined to shove it down until she would no longer feel whatever she was feeling, to carry on as if nothing had happened. Maybe now would be a good time to come clean.

But before she can, Ted interrupts her train of thought. 'Sorry, Victoria just got back from the ladies' room, I'll call you later, bye!'

Robin feels lost, the odd-one-out in a room of couples and familes celebrating each other. When she notices that Lily, who is carrying Marvin in her arms, has been eyeing her and possibly caught her lack of real enthusiasm over the recent announcement, she decides it's time to leave.

'Hey guys, I've got to run to the office. Boss just called,' she lies, raising her phone.

Barney frowns, standing. 'But it's a Sunday. Can't you tell him to shove it?'

'I wish.' She leaves the camera on the table and says goodbye to Marvin, her new godson, possibly the cutest baby she has ever seen (and the only one she has actually liked). 'Bye, buddy. Aunt Robin will see you later, okay?'

She only makes it two flights of stairs when she hears Barney behind her, asking her to stop.

'You forgot your coat,' he says breathlessly. Her yellow coat.

'Thanks,' she says, putting it on, The silence is dull and thick, and Robin untangles her thoughts to say the right thing. 'Quinn is a lucky girl.'

He smiles. 'Well, I'm a lucky guy.'

'Then I guess it's too late for Canada now,' she says, trying not to sound as bad as she feels.

He raises an eyebrow. 'You mean Mexico.'

'No, I meant Canada. Canada has hockey and maple syrup.'

'Mexico has tequila and Salma Hayek.'

'Please. Salma Hayek has nothing on me, and you know it.'

'Yeah, I do.' he says, smiling. 'She comes pretty close though.'

She knows things with them will never be the same again, as if November hadn't changed them enough. And for awhile, she thought they could go back to being them. She hasn't seen anyone since she'd broken up with Kevin, and his relationship with Quinn had been showing signs of a premature death. This was beyond what she had expected. In a few months, he will be someone else's husband and who knows, maybe a father too in a year or so.

Robin can't keep doing this to herself. She needs to let go.

'Work's waiting,' she tells him, after a second.

'And Quinn's probably wondering why I'm taking so long.'

'She might think you'd run off to Canada.'

'The only way I'd be in Canada is if you dragged me there,' he counters. 'See you later?'

'Yeah. Later.'

But what he doesn't and will never know, she thinks as they go their separate ways, is that right now, she would go anywhere to have another chance with him.