There was the sound of two dogs barking in response to the ring as Alfred opened the door and nodded him inside. "Miss Brenda is in her study, sir. She said that you should go ahead."
"In her study?" he blinked in confusion, then turned his head. "Did you get another dog, Alfred?"
She paused to examine the massive white blossoms on the huge old rosebush that took up a corner of the otherwise polished and perfect rose garden. When she spoke her voice was so low that he nearly missed it. "So... I'm a mother."
"You've adopted the girls?" he said, looking at her with raised eyebrows.
"Stop what?" She swallowed.
"This," he said, looking at her. "I mean... I understand, I do. This must've been hard for you to take. And I just... I want you to know if you ever want to try again... well, I'm not going anywhere."
Independence shown in those proud, tearful eyes; her strong, dominant nature showing clearly.
And then she took a deep breath and relaxed, eyes closed as she submitted to him. "Bring me inside."
He smiled and scooped her up, carrying her inside and then pausing. "Where to?"
She closed her eyes and finally looked closely at her feelings toward him. "Our relationship."
"What do you mean?" he said. "What do you want to discuss?"
She closed her hand and looked up at him, wanting to hash out more details, but sensing that this wasn't the right time.
"Now what?" Her voice was nearly a whisper.
"I uh... I honestly don't know. I never planned this far ahead," he said, ears going red.
She put her hand over his where it lay against her stomach, eyes dreamy and uncharacteristically soft as she gazed at the darkened window. "I don't want a prenuptial agreement. This isn't about money. And I don't want a big public ceremony, either."
Then she cocked an eye toward the door. "Yes, Leslie?"
"What did I miss?" the woman said, staring at them with her lips pursed in thought. Jim felt bad he couldn't stand, but sat up a little straighter, blushing slightly.
"So then you won't be my bridesmaid, either?"
"I don't want anything to do with you no more, I hate you," she curled up on herself.
"You mean you haven't been watching us when we work at night?" Brenda leaned back slightly and looked down at her with surprise.
"That's dumb detective work. Any idiot can do it," she sniffed. "I meant being a Bat. Learning on the streets, fighting the crime... being scarey."
Brenda smiled at him mildly. "Have you got a squad car or your own tonight?"
"My car," he said, then frowned. "Why?"
"You're ditching to Vegas," Kat said, then hid behind Brenda quickly.
Brenda was contemplating the novelty of getting married in casuals and then dressing up for dessert. She smiled at Jim's question and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. "Well? That's a deep subject."
2007-07-20 06:18 am (UTC)
Re: Much Later that Night
"How are you feeling?" he smiled, cheeks flushing even as he inched closer.
"I'm feeling hungry," Katalyn complained, and was ignored.
"We eat a little supper." She took his hand and looked at where the new ring covered the place that the old one had left, then held it to her cheek and felt like she was being silly. "And then it's your turn to choose."
He smiled, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"When do I get to pick?" Katalyn suddenly demanded.
"Yes." She took a deep breath and smiled more firmly.
"Alright," he said, still worried, but trying to remain focused.
"Just let me take something off of it first." She smirked, remembering the day she'd planted the little microphone on the venerable piece of furniture.
"You mean the mic?" he asked innocently.
Brenda apologized to the waiter, then handed him her credit card with instructions to take a hefty tip. She watched him go, then turned to look at her husband, the corners of her mouth turning up again despite herself.
He chuckled, and gave her a kiss to match the one that sealed thier union in the downtown chapel.