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Five Years Ago
The last minute shopping for baby had taken a toll on Kara. She had been on her feet for couple of hours. Alex had joined her and she sure loved window shopping. Her sister wanted to buy more clothes for the baby.
"Alex, we don't need more clothes for the baby!" Kara called, waddling behind her sister, as Alex led her to the baby store.
"Kara, all you have are stupid Star Wars onesies that Mon-El and Winn bought and those dull color ones. Trust me, your daughter would love to have some cute pink clothes!"
"But I'm not having a daughter, Alex."
"And how do you know for sure?"
"I told you, Mon-El has seen the baby! He knows what we are having."
Alex refused to believe what Mon-El said. The breakup had affected Mon-El and Alex's relationship a bit more than Kara and Mon-El's. Alex had been outright rude with him at work and assigned him some really difficult missions. Once J'onn noticed that, he decided to take Mon-El under his wing, deciding to train the Daxamite by himself. But Alex never missed an opportunity to spoil Mon-El's day any way she could. For her, he was the guy who broke her little sister's heart and left her pregnant. She had never bothered to hear what had really happened from Kara. She simply chose to believe Mon-El used Kara for his own selfish needs.
"You will regret not buying clothes for a girl," Alex muttered as she walked into the baby store.
Kara huffed and followed her in.
When Alex finally dropped Kara home, she hadn't noticed that Mon-El's car was parked outside Kara's place and he was waiting for her.
Mon-El waited for a while. He only stepped out of the car when Alex drove away. He had brought grocery for Kara, knowing very well Alex would have taken her to the mall to get only clothes and toys for the baby.
He rang the doorbell and waited for Kara to open. When she did, she gave him a genuine smile and asked him to come in.
"Hey! How're you doing?" Mon-El asked, like he always did when he saw her.
"Tired! My feet hurt so bad!" Kara groaned as she went and plopped on the couch, keeping a cushion behind her back for support. "I keep telling Alex we don't need more clothes and toys! Look at this place. It's a mess."
Mon-El looked around the loft. Bags were lying everywhere. Apparently Alex didn't think of sorting out everything she had bought and keeping them in place. More work for Kara. So Mon-El decided to clean up the place quickly.
Kara watched him zip around the room, arranging everything they had bought for the baby. A couple of weeks ago, he had bought her a hanging storage with 7 compartments to hang in one of her freestanding racks. He had then placed all of the baby's clothes and diapers in it. Kara gave him a big hug when she noticed just how neatly organized all of the baby's stuff looked.
"There we go," Mon-El said as he returned to the kitchen to take out the grocery he had brought. "Do you have any plans for dinner?"
"Mon-El, are you asking me out?" Kara asked with a flirty smirk.
"You never say no to food," Mon-El pointed out.
"That's right, I don't. And no, no plans. I just wanted to rest a little. All that walking hurt my back so much."
"I… I thought I could cook for you."
Kara's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah. I got everything I need back home. Winn's visiting his mom, he will only be back tomorrow. I thought coming over to my place would be a nice change for you. We also have this really nice reclining chair."
Kara smiled at him. "I would love to come. Let me just wear something comfortable first."
"Sure! I'll wait."
Kara went to her room to change. When she returned, Mon-El noticed she was wearing a loose dress. She grabbed a cardigan on her way out. "Ready to go!"
The ride to Mon-El's place was nice. DEO had given him one of the best SUVs in the market and Mon-El was a really good driver. His music was never loud, it was soothing even. The seat was also quite comfortable, but Kara was looking forward to that reclining chair Mon-El had mentioned earlier.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" Mon-El asked, when he saw Kara caressing her bump. He could hear the baby moving inside.
"Not yet. I checked out that baby names website you suggested. It just… nothing fits him. He's different… So special."
Mon-El smiled at that. "Our very own Daxtonian." He reached out to touch Kara's bump. The baby immediately kicked when Mon-El placed his hand.
Kara giggled. "See, he loves doing that! He knows you."
"I'm sure he recognizes my voice." Mon-El had just parked his car. He got out and went to open Kara's door. Holding his hand out for her, Mon-El helped Kara step out of the car.
She held onto his hand as they made their way upstairs. Kara was not sure if she was happy or sad by the fact that Winn wasn't home to hang out with them. She missed having Winn around, these days he kept his distance. But not having him around meant she could spend time with Mon-El alone.
Walking in, her eyes fell on the reclining chair first. She smiled as she took off her cardigan and went to sit on the chair. Once Mon-El had adjusted it so she was reclining comfortably, he switched on the TV and gave her the remote.
"I'll get dinner started," he said before disappearing into the kitchen.
Kara changed the channels. When Brooklyn Nine-Nine showed up, she grinned to herself, sat back in the chair comfortably and watched the show. In few minutes she could smell something delicious. She looked up to see Mon-El standing in the kitchen.
"What is that?" Kara asked. "Why does it smell so good?"
Mon-El chuckled as he brought a plate out. Kara's mouth watered when she noticed it was a plate full of potstickers. Mon-El helped her sit up on the couch and handed over the plate and the chopsticks.
He sat on the chair nearby and they began to eat. Kara was moaning loudly, enjoying the taste of homemade potstickers. "You, Sir, deserve three Michelin stars for your exquisite dishes!"
Mon-El grinned at her. "I'm glad you are enjoying this fine dining, ma'am. May I offer you some club soda?"
"Please!"
Mon-El got up to pour her a glass of club soda. Kara accepted it happily and took a sip. She drank her club soda slowly, her hand caressing her tummy as the baby once again tried to move.
"Hey, big guy!" Kara called, placing her glass away. "There's literally no space for you to move. Just hold on a bit longer."
Mon-El started clearing the empty plates, his eyes falling on Kara's bulging tummy. Those who couldn't see the baby thought Kara was having twins, but the little Daxtonian was just that big. Mon-El hurried and washed the plates. When he joined Kara again, he noticed she was trying to get up.
"Here, let me help!" Mon-El was at her side in a second, helping her up.
"I need to pee. This kid is sitting right over my bladder." Kara wobbled towards the bathroom with Mon-El's help. When she got there, she realized she was wearing panties and had to bend down to take them off.
"Need some help?" Mon-El asked, lingering by the door.
Kara reddened with embarrassment. "I'm going to have a hard time getting these panties off."
Mon-El walked in and bent down. He pulled Kara's dress up and told her to hold it in place. "It's nothing I haven't seen before," he muttered as he pulled the panties down. He removed them and kept them aside. "Want me to hold that?" he asked, pointing towards her dress.
Kara shook her head. That was enough embarrassment for the day. "I'm fine. Thanks."
Mon-El nodded and began to walk out. "I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."
Kara gave him a quick nod. Once Mon-El was out of the door, she relieved herself. It hurt when she peed. Kara got up with much effort. Her back hurt terribly and a sudden pain shot through her womb. Kara yelped in pain and her knees gave out.
When Mon-El rushed in after hearing her yelp, he noticed Kara was on the floor, with a puddle of water under and all around her.
"Kara!" Mon-El went to help her up.
She let out a cry. "My water just broke! Call Alex!"
Mon-El's eyes widened. He felt himself going into a daze, but when Kara pinched his arm, he jumped and squealed.
"You need to get me to the DEO… NOW, MON-EL!"
"Right! Yes!" Mon-El stood up and started cleaning Kara's legs. He helped her put on a pair of his shorts. Mon-El called Alex and told her to be ready. He then decided to carry Kara to the DEO since he didn't know if he could drive at this time. He had packed a bag for their son. It had a diaper, a fluffy towel, onesie and socks. He had also packed a towel and a dress for Kara. He took that and went to help Kara up. Mon-El took her in his arms and flew out of the balcony. He was reaching DEO within few minutes.
When he carried Kara in, all the agents stopped in their tracks and looked at them in surprise. Kara had buried her face against Mon-El's shoulder. She hated being seen so vulnerable. Thankfully there weren't many agents there and Mon-El had walked fast.
Alex and Eliza were waiting for them at the makeshift emergency room they had set up at the training room. J'onn was there as well. The contractions were painful and Kara cried when they hit her. It only kept getting worse and she felt as if they had put her in a room full of Green Kryptonite.
Hours passed, Mon-El was called away twice for emergency. One time he even came back in his Valor suit. He stayed next to her, holding her hand, feeding her ice chips.
Seeing her in pain, Alex moved closer and said, "I know a way to help Kara."
Mon-El, Eliza and J'onn looked at her. Kara's pain had lessened a little, her eyes were droopy. She was still holding onto Mon-El's hand. As Kara fell asleep, Alex suggested, "We need to use red solar lights. If her power lessens, she becomes more human, this way we could get something into her system and also give her an epidural."
Mon-El didn't even give the others a chance to consider. "No! Are you out of your mind, Alex?"
"Excuse me?" Alex glared at him.
"The only reason Kara even managed to come this far along was because she is not human! The child in her womb is a Daxtonian. A human is neither capable of carrying or birthing either a Daxamite's child or a Kryptonian's child. And my son is a mix of both the races. If you put Kara under red sun, she will die… So will my son. And I will not let you do that!"
"I agree with Mon-El," J'onn called. "Red sun is a big no. We can't risk Kara or the baby's life. But we could keep her under the solar lamps. Yellow sun will do her good."
Mon-El nodded and slowly took his hand out of Kara's grasp. He then left the room with J'onn and brought the solar lamps for Kara.
Kara woke up soon; the yellow lamps were doing her some good. Mon-El was back, caressing her head. When Kara looked at him, tears welled up in her eyes. Mon-El leaned closer and said, "He will be out very soon."
Kara shook her head. "I'm scared, Mon-El."
"No, Kara. Everything is going to be alright. You must already be feeling better now." He looked up at the solar lamps.
When he saw Kara wince in pain and grab his hand tighter, he moved even closer, resting his forehead against hers.
"Mon, I think I won't make it…"