Safe

Chapter 55

Mon-El

Kara hasn't let go of Hope since she woke up. Even now as we approach the apartment, Hope is snuggled in Kara's arms. I've held her obviously but Kara was so scared and shaken up that I let her have Hope at every opportunity.

Kara stands to the side bouncing Hope gently as she sleeps, as I find my keys to the front door. I watch Kara as she stares down at our daughter, her face full of love and a big smile spreading across her lips every time Hope hiccups or makes a funny noise.

Kara peels her eyes away from Hope for a minute to smile up at me.

"I'm really happy you know." She replies to my smile.

"Me too." I open the door and let her walk in first.

We sit down on the couch together and stare down at Hope. She's gonna be like Kara I just know it. Strong and independent and brave.

"She's so beautiful." I say almost under my breath not wanting to disturb our comfortable silence.

"Yeah she is." Kara leans down and kisses Hope's head.

"Hey Hope. Your so gorgeous you know just like your mummy." A massive smile spreads across my lips. "You are so loved. You may not know it yet but you are. We promise we are always going to keep you Safe." I stroke her cheek softly with my index finger.

After about ten minutes of cooing at Hope I finally get up.

"So what do you want?" I ask as I walk over to the fridge.

"No it's okay I can cook." I look at her surprised she wants to attempt to cook, and she's willing to let go of Hope.

"Are you sure?...I can do it, it's no problem." I add. I'm really surprised.

"Yeah." She starts to walk over to me. "Here take Hope." She delicately lifts Hope slightly to hold her between us. She gasps comedically at Hope like everyone does before talking to a baby. "There you go baby. You gonna go to daddy? Are you?" She smiles brightly at Hope and rubs her nose against hers before lightly laying her in my arms.

Kara

Mon-El goes and sits on the couch. He looks down at Hope the way he looks at me, with so much love. It's so cute. Something about seeing him with our baby makes me smile so widely. I grab all the ingredients I need and start to work on the stove.

I can't help but observe Mon-El making cute bubbly faces at Hope, her little giggles fill the room sweetly. He smiles at her every time she lets out a little squeal of happiness.

Within ten minutes she's asleep, holding his finger in her tiny little hand. Her mini fingers struggle to wrap around his index finger and look like the loosest grip in the world. He sways his whole body rocking her back and forth and... singing?

His voice is so low but beautiful and in a different language. I never realised he could sing. Ever. It's like a sweet Lullaby that he's almost whispering. But the language isn't Daxamian. I recognise the song. It's Kryptonian. Mon-El knows Kryptonian?

I walk over to him trying not to interrupt.

"That was beautiful." I say sitting next to him.

"Oh um..haha...you weren't meant to hear that." He shys away.

"Where did you learn it?" I ask leaning on his shoulder and placing a hand on his chest.

"My mother used to sing it to me when I was a child. The only thing good I remember and the only thing good my mother ever did for me." He explains.