The three of us (karamel baby AU)

Oh... (Part 2)

The next morning came slowly, quietly, the night bleeding into dawn with an explosion of reds and oranges and purples. The sun lifted itself higher, playing peek-a-boo with the horizon, before it got bored and lazily stretched out until it bathed every corner of the city with light. Birds chirped, people woke, cars roared to life. The usual stuff. Yet through it all, Kara slept. The sun had skipped past her, had taken pity on the exhausted woman and left her in a shadowed spot to savour her rest a little longer.

The house was quiet, and as the time passed, the second body occupying the extra space next to Kara changed. Alex had to leave for work early but neither she nor Mon-El had the heart to wake the blonde up. They let her sleep in and Mon-El crawled into bed beside her after Alex had left.

He hadn't slept much, and he was still buzzing with worry, even though they'd had a quiet night. Kara had slept like a rock, clinging to a pillow and not having moved much, but there had formed shadows under her eyes. Mon-El noticed and he stared. He followed the outline of her lips to the slope of her nose to the curve of her lashes resting upon rosy cheeks. Three years he'd spent with her and the sight of her still left him breathless. It wasn't just her obvious beauty, it was every single one of her details he'd memorized along the way.

He moved his head until he and Kara were sharing a pillow and lifted his hand to caress her face. Her temple, her ear, the side of her neck, he ran his fingers across warm skin just to ease his craving to feel her. She was so quiet, so peaceful, that it surprised him sometimes, how she could turn into chaos as soon as her eyelids flattered open. She was strong, and good, and so loud in the way that she loved that this quiet moment almost didn't fit her. But it did, in a way. Because she could be silent, she could be but a mere presence occupying space, but that was never a good sign. Kara's silence held anger and pain, and Mon-El loathed when she turned like that.

He released a breath, a puff of air that almost resembled a sigh, and squeezed her hip gently. Kara scrunched her face in her sleep and instinctively stirred closer to him. She slipped a leg between both of his own and reached blindly for his face, her fingers pressing lightly against his skin when she found his cheek.

"Mon-El?" Kara murmured. Her eyes flattered, just once, and she buried her face underneath his chin.

Mon-El hugged her, pressing her tighter against him. "I'm here," he soothed and used an open palm to rub her back. The cover had slipped lower and Mon-El lifted it from Kara's hips up to her shoulders. He listened in, noticing that her breathing hadn't evened out again, but he didn't say anything. He let her enjoy the remnants of her dreams, after all, he too enjoyed having her in his arms like that. Warm and lax and sleepy, chasing his touch and clinging like he was the only thing she needed to be content.

Minutes passed until Kara moved again. Slowly, sneakily, she slipped a hand underneath Mon-El's shirt. Her fingers danced their way up to his ribs and she scratched ever so lightly, caressed and tickled until she felt a trapped giggle vibrating in his throat.

"Stop it," Mon-El playfully warned and Kara chuckled, her lips quirking up.

"I think I needed a morning like this," she said. She tipped her head back until she could see Mon-El's face and then pressed her mouth against his. It wasn't really a kiss, just a tiny pucker, but their lips lingered together for a few long moments.

That's what Mon-El loved the most about sleepy Kara. The way she was needy and clingy but in a subtle way. She was soft and gentle, easing him into the burst of a character she became once her feet hit the floor.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, the question pestering him since the moment he realized Kara had awoken. He looked at her but her eyes had fallen shut again.

Kara took a second to answer, inhaling deeply as she finally let go of her lingering sleepiness. "I'm hungry," she stated and then nudged Mon-El with her hand, as if telling him to get his ass out of bed because breakfast wasn't going to prepare itself.

In response Mon-El released a brief laugh and squeezed her in his hold. "You cheeky thing," he teased and gave Kara a kiss, a real one this time, before slipping out of bed.

***

Noon had rolled around before Kara stepped foot into the DEO. The building was buzzing, the whole place was crowded, and she felt weird walking in so late and with her normal clothes on. She hadn't flown in because she couldn't be seen roaming the city in her Supergirl attire while J'onn was out there, pretending to be her, so she could have some time off. Nevertheless, her suit was still tucked beneath her clothes, just in case.

She greeted Winn with a wave and a smile but didn't approach. Alex had texted her earlier about wanting to talk so Kara headed straight to her sister's lab. She stood at the door, not wanting to barge in while the redhead was deeply focused into her work, and knocked lightly to make her presence known.

Alex turned to look at her. "Oh, hey, you look better, how do you feel?" she fretted, abandoning whatever task she'd been preoccupied with to check Kara over.

The blonde rolled her eyes in response. "I'm fine," she said, faint protest in her tone. "What did you want to talk about?" She stepped in the room, immediately setting her hands on things she probably shouldn't be touching, examining tools she had no idea what they were used for.

"Don't touch that!" Alex slapped the curious alien's hand off an untested new gun. Kara whined but the older sister raised an eyebrow in return, daring her, and the blonde backed away with both her hands raised innocently. She might be invincible but she knew touching Alex's toys without permission was like a death wish.

"What I wanted to talk about is you, feeling sick for the past week, and not saying a word about it," Alex accused, her gaze piercing, her expression dead serious. She put her hands on either side of her waist and anticipated a response.

"How did you know it's been all week?" Kara asked, she knew Alex had her backed into a wall and there was no lying her way out of her predicament. Still, she opted to stall with a question instead of offering a straight answer.

"Mon-El," the agent simply stated.

The superhero sighed and let her shoulders slump. "I didn't think he'd noticed," she said, leaning on an empty table with one hand as she blinked for a long moment. "Look, I'm not one hundred percent sure," Kara paused briefly to emphasize her words. "But I think I know what's wrong with me," she finished.

Alex nodded her head. "I have an idea as well." She reached out and squeezed her sister's shoulder upon seeing her defeated stance. "It hit me when Mon-El mentioned your morning sickness."

Kara looked at her with wet eyes, a stressed look painted over her features. "What am I gonna do?" Desperation dripped from her voice, insecurity weighed on her, and her fingers twitched together as she lowered her gaze. "I can't be a mom, Alex," she spoke in a tremulous tone. "I fight people every day, I protect this city, how can I do that if I have a baby inside of me?" she cried.

Alex didn't hesitate a single second before she wrapped her arms around Kara and tried to comfort her. "First of all we're not even sure there's a baby yet," she pointed out, trying to sound reassuring. "Would you like me to run those tests now?" she asked.

Kara nodded against her sister's shoulder. She clang to her for a bit longer before taking a deep breath and pulling away. "Yeah," she mumbled. "Yeah, let's do that."