Every time.

Only with you.

Kara's pov

Me waking up before Mon-El is a rare sight. But it's a beautiful one at most. Everything from the way his eye lashes stick to his face,to they way his chest rises and falls in a steady pace. He always looked peaceful, almost as if he was still the innocent—in some ways—guy who crashed here almost two years ago. But he's not. And that upset me a bit, not because he's changed, because I'm glad he did I really am. I just wish I could've been there for him while he was dealing with the entire process. But regardless of that he still became the man I knew he could be.

An hour and a half passed by before Mon-El began to stir, his eyes opening not long after. "Hi." His scratchy voice rings out filling the room with a different sound besides the ticking clock, and the late night traffic outside.

"Hi." I remark quietly. Taking in the way that he's not returning my soft smile the way he always does when he greets me. "What's wrong?" I ask, but he only lowers his eyes down in response. "Mon-El?" I call out now sitting up on my elbow so that I can see his face completely. He moves his hand that isn't resting on my back to swipe at his nose before answering.

"I still feel bad." He states simply, as he lets a sad chuckle escape from his lips. The sound escaping his mouth like a week cough.

"Well you shouldn't. I've already forgiven you." I remark earnestly, as I move to sit up on top of him. He's never been one to forgive himself, even if the person he hurt forgave him—and I can't blame him, I'm that way too—when we got back together after I found out he was the former crowned prince of daxam, I noticed how he'd always start apologizing for the littlest things. Like he was scared that I'd just break up with him again if he made to littlest screwup. And that always made me feel so guilty for making him believe that in the first place.

"I know, but I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for making you so upset." Mon-El mumbles softly, now placing his firm hands on the small on my back. I sigh at his words before cupping his cheeks between my hands.

"Mon-El, as much as I hate to admit it there's gonna be more times that you make me upset, and there's even gonna be times where I make you upset. Arguing's a healthy part of any and every relationship, it may not be pretty at times, but in the end we'll always over come our differences." Mon-El nods understandably at my words before a small smile pulls on his lips.

"Speaking of differences, I heard you mention that you loved me more yesterday, but I actually think differently." Mon-El states, causing a toothy grin to slip upon my own lips.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah." Mon-El answers as he tries to move up for a kiss but I push him back down. Causing him to
release a frustrated huff.

"Why exactly do you think differently?" I ask him. Hands resting on his chest.

"Because I love you more than anyone and anything. And when it comes to loving me, I'm second runner up, first place being Alex, and first runner up being food." Mon-El remarks smiling softly.

"Well that's where you're wrong." I state simply. "Food would be in first place and Alex would be first runner up." I remark jokingly. This enlightens a laugh from Mon-El.

"Well doesn't that still leave me as second runner up?" Mon-El ask.

"No." I state simply, Mon-El cocks his eyebrow at this.