Every time.

You being here is everything

Mon-El's pov

I don't think I've ever felt this happy in my entire life—we'll surely I've probably said that before—and I have Kara to thank for that.

She's just...I can't even describe her in words because none of them could even begin to amount to how much she means to me, but I can say that she's far more than anything I could've ever asked for, and I couldn't be more grateful for her.

We've only been dating for a week, but I'm all ready head over heels for her, 'I mean how could I not be, she's Kara' I think to myself as I continue to stir the sauce in the pot.

Kara's been at work since before I even got up this morning, so I thought it would be nice to surprise her with dinner tonight. I just love seeing the way her face lights up every time I cook something for her.

'The water seems to hot enough'I think to myself as I move to the kitchen island to grab the Penne pasta, once I grab hold of it, a searing agonizing pain rushes through my skull, causing me to drop the box of pasta and sink to the floor.

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                                        Kara's pov

"Yeah, I'll have that report on your desk by Friday, James" After hanging up, on James, I dig into my purse grab the keys to my loft and open the door.

The lights are on indicating the Mon-Els either here or had to rush out of the apartment to handle a rogue alien. It must be the first situation because the stove is still on, and knowing Mon-El, he'd never leave the stove on if had to leave the apartment.

"Mon-El? I'm home" I say as I set my purse down on the table.

No response.

"Mon-El?" I call out again, and yet again there's no answer. And that's when I noticed the spilled Penne on the kitchen floor and island. That's weird, Mon-Els the most organized and sanitary person when it comes to cooking, he'd wouldn't leave a mess just laying there in the kitchen.

I'm taken away from my thoughts when I hear labored breaths coming from the direction of the kitchen. I recognized that sound right away, it was Mon-El. He's hasn't really been keen on showing his emotions that much, but when he does he tries to settle himself by taking deep breaths, although these deeps breaths sound more like compressed wheezes.

"Oh no" I mumble softly to myself as I quickly make my way over to the other side of the kitchen island. When I walk over I find Mon-El leaning against the Kitchen island, holding his head in between his hands, as he mumbles some intelligible words to himself. "Mon-El?" I whisper softly trying to grasp his attention, but he doesn't respond to me, so I quickly turn off the stove top before bending down to his level to grab a-hold of his wrist so that I can remove his hands from his face, but as soon as my fingers make contact with his forearm Mon-Els head quickly snaps up, causing me to jump back a little. "Hey. It's okay, it's just me" I say affirm softly, causing the frighted and bewildered look to disappear from Mon-Els weary eyes.  ––He's been crying––I think to myself, as the features in his face are illuminated by the surrounding lights. His eyes are puffy and red, his face is tear stained, and his lips are chapped. "What happened?" I ask him, as I move closer to him.

He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing but a pained sob came out.

"Shh, it's okay, come here." I whisper softly before pulling Mon-Els towards me. Allowing him to wraps his arms around my middle, and cry into my shoulder.