How would Sanvers tell the superfam that they're engaged?
It’s actually an accident, when their ragtag friends-turned-family found out. Oh, James knew Maggie was planning to propose on their second we-saved-the-world-now-fuck-off vacation. And Kara avoided Maggie for the entire week before they left on their trip so that she wouldn’t spill the beans about Alex’s plans.
They actually, annoyingly, had very similar plans. Maggie almost ate her ring, while Alex nearly choked on hers when she took a nervous swallow of her champagne.
They agreed it was very important to leave that part out of the retelling.
After the crying and the stuttered, sappy proposals (and the celebration sex), they lay on their little beach bungalow’s outdoor canopy bed, wrapped in soft sheets and moonlight, admiring the reflection of the moon off their rings and discussing when and whom to tell first. It was agreed that they’d tell everyone when they got back, because there was a week and a half of their vacation left, and they had some friends with impulse control issues and the ability to fly.
That was the plan, anyway.
Alex can’t decide whether to blame Facebook’s app or Maggie’s wandering hands.
They had been posting various pics throughout their vacation, all with the help of the little bar of most recent photos at the top of the app. Alex thought she’d been pretty thorough in removing all incriminating photos (Maggie draped in moonlight was fucking gorgeous, okay?) into their own little folder.
It wasn’t even a bad photo, actually. Maggie took it with Alex’s phone because it had the better camera. Just a shot of their intertwined hands against a backdrop of the red tablecloth at dinner, the candlelight reflecting off gold and polished rock so prettily.
She didn’t mean to post that one.
But she was posting the rest of the day’s tourism photos on the way back and Maggie got handsy at the door, and then handsy down her pants, and well, Alex must have accidentally hit that one too, before tossing her phone down.
She didn’t realize her mistake until morning, when she looked for her phone to find it dead from constant calls.
Because of course Kara noticed the one photo slipped among the rest. She’d liked and commented on nearly every photo they’d taken while away. And of course, as any excited sister would, she tagged everyone they knew in her congratulations.
When the phone finally turned back on, Alex had thirty-two missed called from Kara, two from her mother, and one from each of the boys and her space dad. She didn’t bother going through the 283 texts and group messages (most of them were emoji chains).
Maggie laughed herself off the bed. “I mean, buttposting is certainly one way to tell them, Danvers.”
Alex is just thankful that Kara was smart enough to wait for them to show up at the restaurant down the beach for brunch rather than barging in on them mid-celebratory coitus. Again.