HIMYM Fanfic: "Legenfamily" 6/6 B/R
Title: Legenfamily 6/6
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Word Count: 1228
Rating: M
Summary:Three years after their divorce, a night of passion could bind an estranged Barney and Robin together forever.
I do not own HIMYM or anything vaguely related to it. This is my own what-if imagining only.
“I mean,” Barney said, “that being with you at Supermutts, and I do not mean only the sex, was the only time I’ve been truly happy or alive in longer than I would care to admit, and I think you feel the same way. We can keep circling around this for the next eighteen years, with an innocent kid in the middle of it, or we can settle it now.”
Robin dropped her gaze, white teeth worrying her lower lip. “I don’t even know where to start.” She grasped his lapels with ice cream sticky fingers even as she stepped back from his embrace.
Images of smaller sticky fingers clutching his lapels urged him onward. “I have to make a phone call. Just go with it,” he added at her questioning look.
In the space of a heartbeat, her phone sounded in its charger. She crossed to it with long, slow steps, ponytail swishing over her shoulders. “Hi. This is Robin.”
“Hi, Robin. This is Barney Stinson from GNB. We, ah, shared a table at the Supermutts fundraiser.”
The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Blond guy in the Armani tux, right? The man with the really big,” she let the sentence dangle for a second longer than comfortable, “check? The check cleared, no problem.”
He allowed himself a moment to drink in the loose wisps of hair that waved around the high curve of her cheekbones, the way she looked back at him over her shoulder for half a second. The mutt’s tail thumped against his leg. “I’m glad, but that’s not why I’m calling. I had a lot of fun hanging out with you after your speech and I wanted to know if you would be interested in having dinner with me later this week.”
“I don’t know. Took you two months to call me.”
Barney’s free hand reached down to smooth the mutt’s wiry coat. The dog leaned into his touch. “Yeah, jerky move, I know, but I’m kind of nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this. You’re smart and successful and fun and gorgeous and I really, really like you. I was afraid you might say no.”
“Hm. I had fun with you, too, but I wasn’t sure you were all that interested.” She turned then, to face him fully, her features open and vulnerable. No mask here, no television smile to mask the tears drying on her skin. Only Robin, who knew the worst and the best of him. Robin, the only person on this earth who would choose her own misery if she thought it would mean his happiness, the only one who would make the same stupid choice he had made for her.
He shifted the phone to the other hand. “Trust me, I am extremely interested in seeing more of you.” In every context.
“In that case, Barney Stinson from GNB, yes, I will have dinner with you. I know a great place called my couch. It’s right by the on ramp.”
“I think I know where that is. Meet you there.” He ended the call and dropped the phone back in his pocket. “Hey. Sorry I’m late. Good thing you were able to get a table.”
Robin settled into the couch and patted the empty seat next to her.
Barney slid into it, close enough to soak in the heat from her body, without actual contact. She would always, always stoke this fire in him, but there was time enough for that. They would have a lifetime, this time; a lifetime counted not only in years, but in decades. This moment, too, was precious. He reached for the closest takeout container and lifted the lid. “Want to start with chicken?”
A sickly green tinge bloomed over Robin’s face as she clambered over Barney and made a mad dash for the bathroom. The unmistakable sound of vomiting followed. Barney closed the lid and gathered the food. They’d eat later. The Yorkie darted between his legs and the Greyhound sideswiped him as all five dogs rushed the window at once, their barks ringing off the walls.
“I got this,” he called in Robin’s direction and set the food down on the counter. “What do you guys want, huh? What’s going on?” It took him only a moment to make out three familiar faces pressed against the glass, three bodies crouched on the fire escape. He pulled back the curtains and opened the window.
Lily climbed through first, followed by Tracy and then Stanislav, the traitor. Lily dusted herself off and swept the room with a glance. “Did you really think we were going to go home without at least a glimpse of your baby mama?”
Barney’s brow creased at the sight of Tracy’s smug composure. “I thought I lost you on the subway.”
Tracy shrugged. “I doubled back and got on the next car.”
“Well played.” Barney acknowledged her efforts with a tilt of his head. She was a fast learner, that one. Ted taught her well. “Et tu, Stanislav?” Barney grabbed his folded overcoat back and tucked it under his arm. “How did you two get him to lead you here?”
Lily answered with a sly smile. “We found a common language.” She tilted her head toward Stanislav, who fanned a handful of twenty dollar bills. “We knew you’d eventually end up at your baby mama’s apartment, so where is she?”
“She’s over here.” Robin’s voice came clear, quiet, and strong from the hallway. She’d taken her hair down and switched the Supermutts shirt for a plain white tee. Her gaze flicked over the three newcomers, but the gentle smile that came straight from her heart, Barney knew, was meant only for him. “It’s me. I’m having Barney’s baby.”
“Really?” Tracy asked. Her eyes grew wide and she clutched at Lily’s arm. Both of them looked first to Robin and then Barney for confirmation. The collective squeal pierced the air and egged the dogs to the next level of barking.
Lily’s hands shook with excitement. “Miracle! Get over here, both of you. Group hug.” Lily reached out to drag Barney within her orbit, while Tracy took Robin by the hand. “Stanislav, you too. He brought us here,” she added at Robin’s silent question.
Barney draped one arm about Robin, the other about Lily. This was good. This was right. This was more true and real and precious than any temporary fix. He would never let this slip away from him again.
Tracy pulled away first. “Does this mean you two are back together? Are you getting married again?”
“One thing at a time, okay, Tracy?” Barney asked, his arm still resting across Robin’s shoulder, his fingers threaded through the soft spill of her hair.
Robin cleared her throat. “My executive producer already asked if we’d be willing to get remarried on the show in June.”
“Yes.” The answer leapt from Barney’s tongue of its own volition. “If that’s what you want. I will marry you on your show, in a church, on the beach, on the moon. Tomorrow, next week, twenty years from now. Where and when doesn’t matter, as long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you and the awesome little person we made together. We are going to be legen-wait for it-family. Legenfamily.”
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Word Count: 1228
Rating: M
Summary:Three years after their divorce, a night of passion could bind an estranged Barney and Robin together forever.
I do not own HIMYM or anything vaguely related to it. This is my own what-if imagining only.
“I mean,” Barney said, “that being with you at Supermutts, and I do not mean only the sex, was the only time I’ve been truly happy or alive in longer than I would care to admit, and I think you feel the same way. We can keep circling around this for the next eighteen years, with an innocent kid in the middle of it, or we can settle it now.”
Robin dropped her gaze, white teeth worrying her lower lip. “I don’t even know where to start.” She grasped his lapels with ice cream sticky fingers even as she stepped back from his embrace.
Images of smaller sticky fingers clutching his lapels urged him onward. “I have to make a phone call. Just go with it,” he added at her questioning look.
In the space of a heartbeat, her phone sounded in its charger. She crossed to it with long, slow steps, ponytail swishing over her shoulders. “Hi. This is Robin.”
“Hi, Robin. This is Barney Stinson from GNB. We, ah, shared a table at the Supermutts fundraiser.”
The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Blond guy in the Armani tux, right? The man with the really big,” she let the sentence dangle for a second longer than comfortable, “check? The check cleared, no problem.”
He allowed himself a moment to drink in the loose wisps of hair that waved around the high curve of her cheekbones, the way she looked back at him over her shoulder for half a second. The mutt’s tail thumped against his leg. “I’m glad, but that’s not why I’m calling. I had a lot of fun hanging out with you after your speech and I wanted to know if you would be interested in having dinner with me later this week.”
“I don’t know. Took you two months to call me.”
Barney’s free hand reached down to smooth the mutt’s wiry coat. The dog leaned into his touch. “Yeah, jerky move, I know, but I’m kind of nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this. You’re smart and successful and fun and gorgeous and I really, really like you. I was afraid you might say no.”
“Hm. I had fun with you, too, but I wasn’t sure you were all that interested.” She turned then, to face him fully, her features open and vulnerable. No mask here, no television smile to mask the tears drying on her skin. Only Robin, who knew the worst and the best of him. Robin, the only person on this earth who would choose her own misery if she thought it would mean his happiness, the only one who would make the same stupid choice he had made for her.
He shifted the phone to the other hand. “Trust me, I am extremely interested in seeing more of you.” In every context.
“In that case, Barney Stinson from GNB, yes, I will have dinner with you. I know a great place called my couch. It’s right by the on ramp.”
“I think I know where that is. Meet you there.” He ended the call and dropped the phone back in his pocket. “Hey. Sorry I’m late. Good thing you were able to get a table.”
Robin settled into the couch and patted the empty seat next to her.
Barney slid into it, close enough to soak in the heat from her body, without actual contact. She would always, always stoke this fire in him, but there was time enough for that. They would have a lifetime, this time; a lifetime counted not only in years, but in decades. This moment, too, was precious. He reached for the closest takeout container and lifted the lid. “Want to start with chicken?”
A sickly green tinge bloomed over Robin’s face as she clambered over Barney and made a mad dash for the bathroom. The unmistakable sound of vomiting followed. Barney closed the lid and gathered the food. They’d eat later. The Yorkie darted between his legs and the Greyhound sideswiped him as all five dogs rushed the window at once, their barks ringing off the walls.
“I got this,” he called in Robin’s direction and set the food down on the counter. “What do you guys want, huh? What’s going on?” It took him only a moment to make out three familiar faces pressed against the glass, three bodies crouched on the fire escape. He pulled back the curtains and opened the window.
Lily climbed through first, followed by Tracy and then Stanislav, the traitor. Lily dusted herself off and swept the room with a glance. “Did you really think we were going to go home without at least a glimpse of your baby mama?”
Barney’s brow creased at the sight of Tracy’s smug composure. “I thought I lost you on the subway.”
Tracy shrugged. “I doubled back and got on the next car.”
“Well played.” Barney acknowledged her efforts with a tilt of his head. She was a fast learner, that one. Ted taught her well. “Et tu, Stanislav?” Barney grabbed his folded overcoat back and tucked it under his arm. “How did you two get him to lead you here?”
Lily answered with a sly smile. “We found a common language.” She tilted her head toward Stanislav, who fanned a handful of twenty dollar bills. “We knew you’d eventually end up at your baby mama’s apartment, so where is she?”
“She’s over here.” Robin’s voice came clear, quiet, and strong from the hallway. She’d taken her hair down and switched the Supermutts shirt for a plain white tee. Her gaze flicked over the three newcomers, but the gentle smile that came straight from her heart, Barney knew, was meant only for him. “It’s me. I’m having Barney’s baby.”
“Really?” Tracy asked. Her eyes grew wide and she clutched at Lily’s arm. Both of them looked first to Robin and then Barney for confirmation. The collective squeal pierced the air and egged the dogs to the next level of barking.
Lily’s hands shook with excitement. “Miracle! Get over here, both of you. Group hug.” Lily reached out to drag Barney within her orbit, while Tracy took Robin by the hand. “Stanislav, you too. He brought us here,” she added at Robin’s silent question.
Barney draped one arm about Robin, the other about Lily. This was good. This was right. This was more true and real and precious than any temporary fix. He would never let this slip away from him again.
Tracy pulled away first. “Does this mean you two are back together? Are you getting married again?”
“One thing at a time, okay, Tracy?” Barney asked, his arm still resting across Robin’s shoulder, his fingers threaded through the soft spill of her hair.
Robin cleared her throat. “My executive producer already asked if we’d be willing to get remarried on the show in June.”
“Yes.” The answer leapt from Barney’s tongue of its own volition. “If that’s what you want. I will marry you on your show, in a church, on the beach, on the moon. Tomorrow, next week, twenty years from now. Where and when doesn’t matter, as long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you and the awesome little person we made together. We are going to be legen-wait for it-family. Legenfamily.”