AN: I'm still working on my other stories, but after watching the thoroughly depressing turn of events lately on HIMYM, I needed the cathartic experience of envisioning a happy future coming for B/R where all this won't matter anymore!
One night, two weeks into their new relationship, they're lying in bed together in that sweet place after sex and before sleep. Robin's cradled against Barney's chest, safe in his arms in the darkness, when she brings up Kevin. Her voice is so small he can barely hear her as she quietly whispers how sorry she is; how she should have met him that night like she wanted to and all the heartache that would have saved them both; how she never should have stayed with Kevin; how wrong it was to accept his proposal even for just a day.
But he tells her it doesn't matter. They've fought their demons and come out the other side, better, stronger, finally whole and finally ready for each other. Then he kisses her softly, sweetly, and in that moment she knows he means it. She knows he forgives her and it's all going to be okay now. That's when she presses her palm to his face and tells him that she loves him – for about the twentieth time in that two week period, but she's meant every one of them and she needs him to finally know it.
He smiles and draws her closer, runs a hand over her hair as he settles her back down against his chest. "I know you do." And the truth of it washes over him like a gentle cleansing rain, like the darkest parts of these past months never happened. "I love you too, Robin. More than anything. More than I ever knew was possible. You know that, right?"
She beams up at him. "I do."
He gets a chill because it feels like he's hearing his future. It feels like he's seeing forever, and he can't imagine a better future than a forever filled with moments just like this one.
"Are you tired?" he asks her.
She shakes her head. "No, not really."
"Good."
Just like that, he's reversed their positions, his hips gently pressing hers against the mattress. She knows what's coming even before he says the words, and excitement thrums through her as she opens to him, wraps herself around him, ready and eager for more.
"'Cause I'm about to make love to you again."
"Mmm," she sighs, pulling him down for a kiss. "And this makes time number – "
"Forty-seven," they rush to say together, and both laugh – whoever loses track first has to buy their next Louixs Rosado – before making good on the number.