Imagine Barba proposing on Valentine’s Day but he messes up.
It was the case he was presiding over that actually put the thought into his mind.
His witness was being badgered by the defense. Eventually his witness sobbed out that he regretted not ever asking his girlfriend to marry him before she was tragically beaten to death by the defense’s client. And for whatever reason, Barba believed he would have had the exact same reaction if that happened to you.
During a recess, he texted you to meet him at his office once his trial was done for the day. A ridiculous mistake he realized he made once the trial was over for the day.
Barba spoke to the press and the SVU team before impatiently making his way back to his office.
What was he thinking? Proposing to you on a whim? Even though technically it wasn’t too much of a whim due to the fact you two have been dating for a couple of years now. But no ring? How tasteless of him. He was better than that. Maybe it was better to wait till later in the week.
“Rafael!” He heard you announce from his office door.
As he turned around he remembered what the defense had cried out earlier that day. And he couldn’t stop himself.
“I need to ask you something,” He rushed out grabbing your hands before giving you a chance to hug him. “And - and it’s okay if you say no or not yet.”
Did he actually just stutter? He has faced rapists and killers head on in a court room but asking you to marry him made him nervous?
“Is everything okay, Rafael? You’re talking faster than usual.” You stated confused and worriedly.
“Yes, yes. Everything’s,” He trailed a little getting lost looking at your face. “Everything’s perfect. Or at least will be soon.”
He internally debated whether he should get down on one knee or just straight out ask you. He wanted to do right by you but at the same time not be someone he wasn’t.
“I want you to marry me!”
“I mean will you marry me?”
Damn it! He actually messed up the most simplest question. Perhaps he should have gotten down on one knee. Of course he should have gotten down on one knee! It was only proper. His abuelita is probably rolling in her grave right now scolding at how he was behaving.
As Barba moved down to set down his knee, you responded. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, Rafael Barba!”
Barba looked back up to you, already half way down to the ground. “You will? You want to marry me?”
Happy tears ran down your face as you smiled and nodded your head. “Absolutely yes.”
Rafael swooped up and hugged you tightly. “Cariño! I love you,” He whispered placing his hands on your face. “I love you, cariño.” He kissed you slowly and intimately.
Once he was satisfied he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. But a thought pulled at your brain. “You know Rafael, I wasn’t expecting you to propose on Valentine’s Day of all days.”
Barba froze. It was Valentine’s Day? Oh how he couldn’t believe incredibly cliché he had just been. But more importantly, he forgot it was Valentine’s Day.
“You forgot it was Valentine’s Day, didn’t you?”
“Rafael, if it wasn’t for that case you’re on, I would have definitely made you pay for that. But right now, I’m too happy to care.”
Barba sighed out in relief. “I’ll be sure to get you a proper ring tomorrow, cariño.”