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Alex was nursing two fingers of whiskey after a long day at work when her phone went off. She glanced over at it to see if it was important and her breath caught in her throat. Detective Sawyer.
Maggie hadn’t called since they’d parted ways months ago, preferring instead to communicate with the DEO through Vasquez. Alex didn’t want to think about why she’d be calling her directly unless something was very wrong.
“Agent Danvers,” she said when she answered on the last ring. Best to keep it as professional as possible.
Maggie was silent for a moment, almost losing her nerve at Alex’s official greeting. “It’s Maggie. Can—can we meet up somewhere? I need to talk to you and it feels wrong to do it over the phone.” When Alex didn’t answer quickly she added, “I understand if you don’t want to see me. I’m sorry for calli—“
“No, it’s okay,” Alex said in a rush. “The alien bar?” It seemed as good a place as any—fairly neutral, definitely public, not too loud.
“Yeah,” Maggie replied, audibly relieved. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.”
Maggie spotted Alex in her usual corner seat at the bar. She already had a beer, and the other corner seat had a beer waiting in front of it.
Alex looked up, almost-smiling timidly as Maggie approached. “I...I ordered for you, I hope that’s okay.”
Maggie nodded and sat down. “So how are things?”
Alex shook her head gently. “Maggie—“
“I know.” Neither of them were ready to just be friends, not when they still both wanted something more. “That’s not why I asked you here.” She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I’ve been thinking a lot the last couple weeks, and I can’t get over the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know why we ended things, and I’ve thought about that too. A lot. I’ve had this mentality that…people had kids because they needed more. Y’know? Their partners weren’t enough and they needed something else. With that mentality, I just assumed sometimes partners were enough and sometimes they weren’t, and that I fell into the first category. But just because I’m in love with someone doesn’t mean I don’t still need friends, or that you don’t still need your sister, and…it doesn’t mean that kids aren’t an option.”
Alex studied Maggie’s face for several moments. She had a small, hopeful smile, but her eyes glistened with worry. “I don’t want to get back together only to…to break up again down the line.” She shook her head slightly as her own eyes grew misty. “I can’t do that again, Maggie.”
Maggie reached for one of Alex’s hands with both her own, stopping short, unsure. Alex, instinctively, bridged the distance. She’d missed Maggie’s touch.
Maggie squeezed Alex’s hand gently. “I know. I’m not saying I’m ready to have to kids right now, and I’m not saying I want them like you do, but…someday. After some parenting classes probably. Now that I’ve moved past my old thoughts…kids don’t sound so bad, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have them with than you.”
Alex smiled, her breath catching slightly and causing her Yes! to get caught in her throat, so she nodded instead and released her beer in favor of being able to grasp hold both of Maggie’s hands. “We can’t just jump back in though.” She wanted to—oh, how she wanted to, but her heart still needed to heal.
Maggie’s smile grew wide, her dimples deepening, and when she blinked a few small, happy tears fell from her eyes. “Danvers, I would date you a thousand times over.”