Chapter 12-Marry You?
"Marry you," Rachel repeated.
Terry stood. "Sorry. It just came out. I'll go," he said hastily.
"No, don't leave," Rachel replied, standing as well. "It's just…I don't know what to say," she admitted, blushing slightly.
"You could say yes," he pointed out.
"I…could," she said thoughtfully. "Robin does need us."
"This isn't about Robin! This is about you and me. I love you Rachel. Now you have to decide if you love me too," Terry said firmly.
Rachel bit her lip and then flung her arms around his neck. "I will marry you," she whispered.
A huge grin split Terry's face in two as he picked her up, swung her around, and kissed her deeply.
"Good," he responded breathlessly after ending the kiss. Releasing her, he dug a hand through his jacket, which was sitting on the couch, and came back with a black box.
He opened it, revealing a diamond engagement ring. Terry slipped it on her finger, smiling.
"I love you, Mr. McGinnis."
"I love you more, Mrs. McGinnis."
Terry picked her up bridal style and carried her into her bedroom.
…The Next Morning…
Rachel woke up, enveloped in Terry's arms. They were really getting married and she could hardly believe it. Flying would never be a problem again.
She lay there for what could have been hours, merely listening to the steady rain pattering on the window and Terry's heartbeat.
There was a knock at the door. Hoping it wasn't Katrina with Robin, Rachel tugged on a pair of pajama pants and an old T-shirt.
It was Amy.
"Hi!" Amy squealed, stepping inside and shaking her mane of thick blond hair. "How was Gotham?"
"Fine," Rachel answered, using every ounce of self control she had not to blush.
"What a storm we're having, huh?" Amy asked, flopping down on the couch.
"Yeah. It's nice, though," Rachel responded, sitting on an armchair.
"Katrina has the baby?"
"Yep. I had unpacking to do and Robin always needs attention…you know my Robin."
"Do I," Amy agreed. "I feel like baking."
"I have cookie dough and brownie mix," Rachel said from her kitchen. "What do you want to make?"
The two looked at each other, Rachel's green eyes meeting Amy's blue ones and said in unison, "Both."
Amy laughed. "Let me get a hair scrunchie."
"I'll get them," Rachel aid quickly.
"It's OK. I know where you keep them. Do you need one too?"
"I'll get them," Rachel repeated.
"Rach, chill. It's schway. I'll get them."
Before Rachel could respond, her blond friend walked into Rachel's bedroom.
A second later, she came back holding two hair ties and wearing a shocked expression.
"Did you know there's a gorgeous man in your bed?" Amy inquired.
"I told you to let me get the scrunchies," Rachel replied.
"So he's either a) your ex-boyfriend and Robin's father or b) some poor guy whose car broke down and asked to use your phone. While waiting for a help, you fell in love with him because of his charm."
"He's Robin's daddy."
"She'll be quite the heartbreaker, won't she?" Amy asked, looking first at Rachel and then back at Terry, who was still asleep, amazingly.
Rachel nodded. "My parents' friends used to say that about me," she remarked sadly.
"You're beautiful," Amy said firmly. "Let's get to those brownies."
An hour later, the cookies and brownies had been finished and were done to perfection. The scent of baking woke Terry.
He drifted into the kitchen, still sleepy and still wearing Rachel's robe.
"Good morning, sweetheart. And whoever you are," he added, gesturing to Amy.
"Amy this is Terry. Vice versa," Rachel added, pulling off her oven mitt and hugging him. He kissed the top of her head.
"Hi," Amy said. "So you're the baby's Daddy, huh?" She looked at him critically. "She has your eyes."
"Yeah, she does," Terry replied. "Sorry?"
"It's a good thing. I suppose the two of you are together," she said.
"We're engaged," Rachel announced, showing the ring to Amy.
"Congratulations!"
"Thanks," Rachel said, smiling.
"You'll be moving to Gotham permanently, I suspect," Amy realized sadly.
"I'll visit, I promise."
"OK," Amy said grudgingly.
Neither Terry nor Rachel responded; they were busy kissing.
"Hello…you two here or what?"
"Sorry," Rachel whispered, still looking at Terry.
"I'm going," Amy said, gathering her jacket and a few brownies. "Bye."
"Bye," Terry and Rachel said in unison.
Amy rolled her eyes, took one look back at the entwined heroes, and left.
"I love you."
"I love you more," Rachel insisted. "Should we start planning?"
"Yeah. We have a lot of arrangements to make. How about October?"
"October," Rachel repeated. "That gives us four months to buy a house, get all our stuff packed, get flowers and tuxes…can we handle it?"
"Course we can. And we don't need a house right away. Bruce will let us stay with him for awhile, you know he will."
"But…"
"We'll have a home of our own, I promise. Just not right away."
"I know. I can't wait till we're married," she squealed, burrowing into his arms.
"I can't either," he replied, kissing her.
"Love you…"
Soo tired…just to let y'all know, there will only be one chappie after this…
I love you all,
Queenie