652. Chapter 652

Maggie tells her to take the rings with her.

“I’m all in, Alex. I want to spend my life with you. You know that. But if you decide,” she fights to keep her voice steady as she says it, “that we can’t be together, just… keep them, give them away, I don’t know. I just can’t…”

She swallows thick tears that won’t stop but also won’t fall from her eyes.

“But if you… want me…” Her voice finally breaks.

“I do,” Alex nearly sobs. “I do want you, Maggie.”

Maggie shakes her head and steps away from Alex’s attempt at comfort. “If you decide you want me more than anything else. Bring them home with you.”

She doesn’t specify what she means by home.

Because, technically, Alex is going home to Midvale.

But they both know she means home to National City. Home to her.

And it’s in Midvale that Alex thinks.

That Alex paces and surfs and drinks and paces and surfs and drinks some more.

She agonizes with Eliza and she rants to Kara and she calls J’onn and she facetimes Lucy and she grabs lunch with Kenny Lee to get her mind off things.

She’s in the ocean – out so deep Kara can only see her clearly with her super vision – when it hits her.

That all those experiences she talked about wanting?

She wants them with Maggie.

And if she can’t have them with Maggie…

She catches the last set of waves that bring her to shore.

“We need to go back,” she tells Kara the moment she slings her board underneath her arm. “We need to go back.”

She texts Maggie to meet at their place, and for a moment, Maggie thinks the bar.

But she knows better. She knows Alex better.

She heads to the airport, and flashes her badge to gain access to the tarmac.

Their tarmac.

Her jurisdiction.

Definitely her jurisdiction.

“No, it’s not,” a voice makes her jump, but it’s softer than the first time she heard it, in this very spot. She turns, and Alex’s eyes, too, are softer.

“Not what?” Maggie whispers, her voice trembling, her voice nervous, terrified, and just this side of hopeful.

“Not your jurisdiction,” Alex smiles softly, and Maggie tilts her head, hope starting to win out over terrified.

“You go to Midvale and come back a mind reader, Danvers?” she quips, and Alex just steps into her space and takes her by the hands.

“I went to Midvale and came back knowing what I want my life to be,” she tells her, soft and clear and watery.

She sinks to one knee, and Maggie’s chest wracks with a single sob.

“Maggie Sawyer. I never imagined what the perfect person for me would be like, because I didn’t imagine she existed. But now? Now, I know that she’s smart, and tough, and so, so beautiful. She raises gorgeous bonsai trees and she commits her life to keeping other people safe. She’s brave and she’s independent and she’s the best kisser on this or any planet. She’s the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met, and the kindest, the most patient.”

“So, you went to Midvale and met yourself a girl?”

“Maggie,” Alex breathes. “You. You’re smart, and you’re tough, and you’re so, so beautiful. You raise gorgeous bonsai trees and you commit your life to keeping other people safe. You’re brave and you’re independent and you’re the best kisser on this or any planet. You’re the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met. The kindest. The most patient. And I know I require a lot of patience. But Maggie, I… I went home to Midvale to realize I left my home in National City. You. You’re my home. You’re my home, and I want to have… I want to have that lifetime of firsts with you. I’m sure. I’m sure, and I’m not going to run. I might panic, but I won’t run. I love you, Mags. I’m in love with you. So please. If you’ll have me. If you want me. Maggie Sawyer, will you marry me?”

Her normally steady hands tremble when she takes Maggie’s ring out of her pocket, and Maggie’s smile, Alex decides, can light up the cosmos.

“Yes, Alex Danvers. Yes, yes, yes,” she murmurs, the last yes disappearing into Alex’s mouth as she stands, as they kiss, as they intertwine fingers and intertwine souls.

Again, and forever.