612. Chapter 612

They knew everyone would be there around 6:30pm.

They knew, and at 6:21pm, they decided that was enough time for making out.

Just making out.

But at 6:23pm, just making out became Alex’s hands wandering up Maggie’s waistline.

At 6:26pm, Alex’s hands wandering up Maggie’s waistline became Maggie moaning softly into Alex’s mouth.

At 6:27pm, Maggie moaning softly into Alex’s mouth became Alex asking and receiving an enthusiastic yes before pushing her fiancee back against the kitchen counter.

At 6:29pm, Alex asking and receiving an enthusiastic yes before pushing her fiancee back against the kitchen counter became Maggie’s shirt winding up somewhere in the living room and her bra somewhere else entirely.

And, at 6:31pm, Maggie’s shirt winding up somewhere in the living room and her bra somewhere else entirely became a very scandalized Winn, James, Kara, Lena, Adrian, and J’onn in their apartment doorway.

J’onn and Kara pointedly stare at the ceiling and contemplate flying away; Lena strokes Kara’s hand and bites her lip to keep from giggling; James suddenly finds his shoes extremely interesting; and Winn and Adrian break out into massive grins.

“My favorite couple,” Winn tosses his arms out victoriously while Adrian makes a mental note to compliment Alex on her technique later.

Alex grabs the nearest movable thing – fortunately for Winn, a dishtowel – and chucks it in his direction, gallantly stripping off her collared shirt for Maggie to wear, leaving Alex with her sleeveless, ribbed undershirt and a very red face.

“Heyyy, Little Danvers,” Maggie greets with raised eyebrows as she slips down from where Alex had lifted her onto the counter.

“We’re just not gonna acknowledge that this ever happened, okay?” Kara adjusts her glasses, still staring at the ceiling.

“Just be grateful you’re not telepathic,” J’onn murmurs to her, and Adrian chokes on his own spit so hard Lena has to thump him on the back until he can breathe properly.

“I love the Superfriends,” he beams when he can speak again. “But okay, if you two are done – I mean, we can always wait outside if you wanna… um… finish – “

“Ade!”

“What? Your fiancee’s the one who taught me about sex positivity!”

“Adrian Rodriguez,” Maggie says sternly, but her smile and the hug she wraps him in gives her away.

“Okay, okay, well – Kara brought over a planner, and I brought my Pinterest board.”

“I brought beer,” James contributes.

“I brought wedding magazines,” Lena smiles almost shyly.

“Kara and I brought pizza and potstickers,” J’onn offers with mock gravity.

“And I brought my lovely self!” Winn jazz-handses, and Maggie and Alex roll their eyes with a matching smile.

By the time they sprawl into the living room – Maggie in Alex’s lap; Adrian next to them, sitting with J’onn and Winn; Kara on the floor with Lena and James, pizza boxes, beer bottles, Adrian’s root beer, and potsticker boxes littered everywhere – everyone’s belly is full and spirits are high.

“Colors?” Lena asks, her eyes on the list Kara’s pen is hovering over.

“Lavender,” Alex and Maggie say at the same time, kissing each other when they hear the other’s immediate response.

“See, I told you we had this thing down, babe.”

“Oooh, are we all gonna walk down the aisle before you guys?” Winn wants to know.

Alex nods. “We want to pick different songs for each of you as you walk down.” She waggles her eyebrows secretively at Maggie, and J’onn looks mildly alarmed.

“Are you going to tell us what these songs are?” he asks.

“Don’t worry, J’onn,” Alex leans forward to take his hand. “You’re walking us both down the aisle, so you’ll be spared a surprise theme song.”

Silence fills the room as J’onn squeezes both of his Earth daughters’ hands.

James snaps a quiet picture on his phone.

“Do we know what kind of cake you’re doing?” Kara wants to know, skipping around on her list according to wherever her stomach takes her.

“No cake,” Alex starts, and both she and Maggie hold up their hands defensively as the protests pour in from all parts of the room.

“Tiramisu,” Maggie tells them, leaning back to kiss Alex. “Don’t blame me, it was this one’s idea.”

“Awwww, she loves you!”

“I should hope so, she’s marrying me,” Maggie tousles Adrian’s hair.

“Yeah, I am,” Alex beams, and Kara chuckles as she takes her vibrating phone out of her pocket.

“Oh, hey guys, shhh, it’s Lucy!” She flips her phone over so everyone else can see the screen, where she’s answered Lucy’s facetime call.

“Awww, aren’t you two adorable,” she greets, mostly sincere but with a touch of teasing that makes Alex blush.

“Hi Lucy,” they all call in somewhat eerie unison.

“Okay, that was frightening, never do that again,” she tells them. “Where are we, what did I miss? Did we talk about a photographer yet? Because Jimmy, I don’t think you should do it, you should enjoy the ceremony and the party, you know?”

“Yeah, we’ve already started that argument with him,” Maggie grins, and Lucy nods on screen approvingly.

It goes on for hours, their collaborative wedding planning.

Their family pre-celebration.

Their cuddle piles and their laughter and their loud debates about the merits of day-of-coordinators and whether or not to have a menu comprised entirely of different kinds of potstickers.

Eventually, they all fall asleep, including Lucy, over facetime.

J’onn tucks each of them in: Kara entangled with Lena; Winn sprawled out with his head on James’s chest; Alex laying between Maggie’s legs; Adrian’s head resting on Alex’s thigh until J’onn wakes him gently to take off his binder, before he groggily crawls back into position and Alex instinctively wraps her arm over his back.

He flies, then, to Washington, DC, to tuck Lucy into bed as well, and to make sure her phone is charging.

When he slips back to the Danvers household to check to make sure everyone is still safe and sleeping and comfortable, he contemplates leaving.

But Maggie’s eyes crack open and she holds out the arm that isn’t being pleasantly mushed between her fiancee and her best man.

J’onn hesitates, and then he smiles and lowers himself onto the floor next to Maggie.

She smiles and sleepily puts her head on his shoulder.

He wraps his arm around her, and surveys his sleeping children one more blissful time before letting himself, too, fall into a peaceful, contented sleep.