maveldc superhero fan, thank you for your review. littleblackneko, don't worry that was just a bit of back story on Imogen, and I am definitely going to check out your story. princesakaralita411 thank you for your review, hang in there your questions will be answered soon.
Ok guys… the next part of this will be called "Something in the Way She Moves." The original Beatles song (which I recommend so much, one of my favorites) is called "Something", but that seemed a little too out there for a title (although considering my first was called "Or", lol) I hope to have it up pre-pub crawl tomorrow, but considering my knee (slight sprain) I may skip the crawl, lol.
The song is called Besame Mucho, which is an amazing Spanish love song. I wish I could link it for you guys to play while you read, but I'll leave a link here (.com/watch?v=gPRESlT4Ccg) and you can hit it up if you want.
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PS-Extra points for knowing wher the quote at the bottom is from.
Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche
La última vez
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
As if tonight was
the last time.
Barney looked into Robin's eyes. This was it, his moment. The dim streetlight flickered in Robin's eyes. Illuminating everything but the answer he was waiting for.
God she was beautiful. He couldn't believe his luck. She lived with him, she was her own woman, and she was all his.
The question was, would she agree to forever.
Besame, besame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte despues
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you later.
Robin stared up at Barney, half expecting that this was a joke, half full of the thrill that maybe it wasn't.
He was kind of shadowed in the light from the streetlight, but there, he looked up. Were his eyes always so blue? Was his face always so handsome?
It was almost like he was brand new in her eyes.
Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche
La última vez
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
As if tonight was
the last time.
Marshall handed the bum holding out his change cup a 5 dollar bill, and then high fived him. He couldn't believe it. They believed in his work and wanted to see him do big things. He did a quick dance step and jumped up, clicking his heels together.
He felt a song coming on. He'd already made a few stops after work, picking up a few things for lily just because he was in such a good mood.
A song couldn't hurt, right? Lilypad and baby bumble bee. Can you see, how happy, you've made me. Every time I take a chance, or stop to dance, or crap my pants…
Ok, it needed some more work.
Besame, besame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte despues
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you later.
Lily moved around the kitchen with her hand on her stomach, humming to the baby. She pulled down the pans and spices she'd need before opening the fridge.
She always had to smile when she did. Marshall kept it stocked with the weirdest variety of just in case foods. She pushed past the cherry and asparagus flavored dip, the squid kabobs, jello and boiled egg mold, and the can of frosting with a spoon still in it for the chicken at the very back of the fridge.
She put it on the counter, singing again. The baby kicked, and she gasped and moved her hand to feel it.
"Soon sweetie, soon." She promised to the life growing inside of her.
Quiero tenerte muy cerca
Mirarme en tus ojos
Verte junto a mi
Piensa que tal ves mañana
Yo ya estaré lejos
Muy lejos de ti
I want to have you very close
To see myself in your eyes,
To see you next to me,
Think that perhaps tomorrow
I already will be far,
very far from you.
Ted stood in front of the mirror, coifing his hair as usual and checking himself out. He and Imogen were going to see a play. "A re-imagined Cinderella,as if the bard himself had wrote it." It was in the same just off of off of Broadway theater as before, but she'd promised there was no star, although the tree/fairy godmother would dazzle him.
He sighed, remembering the last time, and contemplating the feeling, the foreboding falling over him as there was a knock at the door.
Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche
La última vez
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
As if tonight was
the last time.
Lowering the pot onto the stove, Lily pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Marshall. "Me and the bee love our Marshmallow."
They referred to the baby as Marshmallow, something attracted to both the sweet of a lily and of a marshmallow. This way the surprise was still there, but they still had their endearing term. She felt the baby kick again, and rubbed the space. She loved her perfect little family.
Placing her hand on her belly again, she hummed and reached for the can opener. At the same time, Marshall received her text and reached back into the pile of exotic fruits he had been pawing through, determined to find the perfect one.
Besame, besame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte despues
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you later.
Imogen linked her arm with Ted's as they walked towards the play. She spouted off a few facts, and even quoted Orson Welles to him. She was indeed perfect. He pulled her closer to his side.
Perfect…
Besame, besame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte despues
Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you later.
Barney was still kneeling in her ice cream, waiting for her answer. Was she looking through him, was it his hair? The suit? That's it it's the ice cream on his suit. He fought his urge to stand up and wipe it off, and concentrated on her eyes, her face surrounded by its curtain of hair, her lips.
The look on her face, that so surprised, so in love, what do I do look edged with panic. It was so her, so what he wanted. The spontaneous, what will she do next woman that thrived underneath her aura of awesome. When perfection was right in front of you, you take it.
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte despues
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you later.
Robin was staring in his eyes still. How much time had passed? A few seconds? Minutes? An hour? She didn't know, she was stuck in his eyes, and the answer she knew she'd have to give, her mouth opening to answer.
A heart to love, and in that heart, Courage, to make's love known