AN: So I'm back! I didn't think I would do more stories, but after multiple requests to do a follow up story to I'm Coming Home; I thought I would give one shot glances into life with JJ and see how it goes, these one shots will have time jumps in between and each chapter will alternate between Maggie and Alex's POV. I will update when I can, my goal being once a week. I don't have a beta, so any grammatical errors are mine.

As always I don't own Supergirl or any characters, but I do own JJ.

There is some sexy time in this chapter. Off we go, enjoy!

Maggie's POV

JJ officially turned seven weeks old two days ago and for the most part he was a very calm, quite and happy baby; except for the past six days, he developed colic. I didn't think that it was humanly possible for a small baby to cry that loudly for such long periods of time, but it was.

All three of us were exhausted. JJ didn't feel well at all and Alex and I were at our wits end; we had tried everything that books, experts and other parents had suggested and nothing worked.

Im standing at our door and I can hear JJ's cries before I even enter the apartment and Alex's pleas for him to settle down. The sight that greets me when I finally got the door open, breaks my heart. JJ was in full melt down mode, extremities flailing face tomato red and scrunched so tight his nose seemed to disappear. Poor Alex looked beyond exhausted, her eyes were red rimmed and she had been crying too. I drop my bag by the door while kicking my shoes off and quickly put my gun in the safe.

I return to gently take JJ from Alex and she instantly looks relieved. I hold him in one arm and with the other I cup her cheek and kiss her, she melts with the contact.

"Babe, you look exhausted."

"He has been crying nonstop for the last two hours. I can't even comfort my son, what am I doing wrong?" She begs

I shake my head at her question

"Nothing. You're doing nothing wrong Alex. He has colic; it's nothing we could prevent. He will be fine, I promise."

"I just feel so bad for him."

"I know, I do too, but we will survive." I say while offering a soft smile.

She smiles slightly, but the exhaustion quickly takes it away

"Why don't you eat something, take a shower and lay down for a while. I have him."

"I can't, he will need to be fed in about an hour."

"Did you pump today?" I ask

"Yeah."

"Okay then, I'll give him a bottle. I really want you to rest." I plea

"Okay. But if you need-"

I cut her off "Alex, I've got this." I say while giving her a reassuring smile.

She nods while giving me a grateful smile and leans to leave a kiss on my cheek. I watch as she makes her way to the bedroom, getting clean clothes and heads to the bathroom. When I hear the door click shut, I redirect my attention to my son, who as toned down the screaming just a bit.

"Okay bud, it's you and me. Let's see what we can do about all this crying, huh?"

The response I receive is a shuttering breath as he gears up for another round. Okay, it's looking like it's not going to be easy tonight.

After what felt like hours, JJ finally settled into a fitful sleep and I placed him in his crib and carefully tiptoed out of his room.

I was concerned about Alex, she never returned after she took a shower, which means she has passed out in bed but she also hasn't eaten dinner. I make my way to the bedroom and quietly push open the door and I my heart melts at the sight. She is lying in the middle of the bed like a starfish, snoring softly. I don't have the heart to wake her, so I make my way over to the bed and cover her with the extra blanket we keep at the foot of the bed and place a kiss to her temple.

I retreat to fix a sandwich and watch a little TV. The next thing I know I feel the couch dip beside me, Alex's right hand coming to rest on my left thigh, her tub gently rubbing back and forth. At some point during my nap, my head has fallen back across the couch with my left arm running along the back of the cushions; I'm so going to pay for that. I open my eyes and raise my head, which causes my neck to pop loudly and I groan.

I feel Alex chuckle softly as she tucks herself into my side and I drape my left arm around her shoulders.

"I'm glad you find this funny, because I'm fairly sure I'm not going to be able to move my neck for a week." I complain

"I'll give you a massage." She says winking

"Yes please, Mrs. Danvers-Sawyer."

"Have you eaten?"

"Yeah. I fixed a sandwich, do you want something? I can fix it for you." I offer

"No, I'll find me something in a bit."

We just sit there enjoying what feels like the first time the apartment has been quite in years. I start to nod off again when I feel her get up, which officially wakes me up. I watch her rummage through the fridge and she settles with eating leftover pizza. I really look at her for the first time in days and while having a screaming infant was taking its toll, Alex has never looked more beautiful, motherhood looks good on her.

I stand and stretch hearing my joints pop and crack in protest at the movement. Alex has her back to me as I make my way toward her; I slip up behind her molding the front of my body around her back. I run my hands across her hips and around to her front and sneak them up under her shirt to rest on her stomach. Most women would be jealous of Alex, seeing that she was in great physical shape before she got pregnant with JJ, she had managed to not wind up with stretch marks and even just seven weeks after giving birth, her stomach was slowly returning to its normal fitness.

"Maggie, what are you doing?"

I place a kiss to the shell of her ear and whisper "You have no idea how incredibly beautiful you are."

She laughs, not the response I was going for.

"No I'm not, I look like death. I'm still bloated with baby weight and our son is trying to kill me with lack of sleep."

"I think you look amazingly sexy." I say as I run my hands across her stomach and up to gently cup her breast, my actions elicit a throaty moan. She had been cleared two weeks ago for sexual activity, but when you have a colicky baby, you don't exactly have time for really anything else. But with JJ seaming to be content for now, by God I was going to take advantage of it. I really want to worship my wife tonight and show her just how much I love her and how grateful I am for her bearing our beautiful son.

I start leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and her collarbone, which causes her breath to quicken as she reaches her right hand up to tangle into my hair and her left to cover mine through her shirt as it rest on her ribs. I move my left hand down her body and feel the goose bumps my touch leaves on her skin, I work my hand into the front of her pants and cup her center.

"Maggie" she gasps, my name falling from her lips like a prayer

She somehow manages to turn to face me and kisses me with unrestrained passion and I moan into her mouth. My right hand is now under the back of her shirt rubbing across the porcelain skin of her lower back while my left is creating just enough friction through her underwear, to drive her into seeking more as she grinds down rolling her hips forward and into my hand. She as her hands on my hips and is begging for entrance to my mouth and I don't deny her.

My brain seems to finally register that we are have a very heated make out session up against our kitchen sink and while we have christened almost every inch of our apartment, I don't want our first time post birth to be here.

I manage to break our kiss and both us are panting with need.

With my lips still resting against hers, I simply mutter bedroom. She nods and I pull her by her left hand to our bedroom. I shut the door behind us as she makes her way to the foot of the bed and waits for me to join her. I come to stand in front of her and reach up to brush her hair out of her eyes. Neither of us says anything for a moment, just simply look into each other's eyes.

"You, my love, are an absolute vision." I state honestly

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She vows

Our lips meet with furious need as we manage to work each other's clothes off. She climbs backwards up the bed until her head is resting on the pillows and my eyes rake over her body, she looks like a goddess. I'll never know what I did to deserve her, but I'm thankful. I climb onto the bed, slip up to cover her body with mine and we both moan at the contact.

I lean down to press kisses to the crook of her neck and work my way up to her lips. Her hands tangle in my hair as I work my lips down her body leaving kisses on her breast, showering them with love. I gradually work my way lower down her body, circling her belly button with my tongue and nip at her hips. I reach my destination between her legs, I look up at her face silently asking permission and she gives it eagerly. I shower her with pleasure and just before she reaches her release I stop, a groan of dismay falling from her lips. I make my way back up her body slowly, nipping and leaving kisses in my wake. I recapture her lips with mine, pulling at her bottom lip with my teeth.

"Maggie please"

Oh, how I love to hear her beg especially with my name on her lips.

"Please what?" I challenge huskily

"Love me."

That's all I need to hear. As our lips battle for dominance, our hands are roaming over every inch of skin they can reach. I slip my right hand down between our bodies and I find what I'm looking for when she takes a shuttering breath; wrapping her hands around my shoulders, hands splayed across my shoulder blades and entwine her legs with mine. Her right hand begins to roam over my stomach and my breath catches in my throat when she finds the place I need her most as my forehead falls against hers and our eyes lock.

We take our time showering each other with all the love we have for one another. I know she is getting close when she starting chanting my name and I'm close too. Our lips find each other's just as she slams her eyes shut finding her release and topples over the edge; watching her come undone under my touch, sends me tumbling over the edge right behind her with my eyes squeezed shut.

When our breathing and hearts finally settle down, we open our eyes and look at each other and smile. We lazily kiss, still wrapped up in each other's arms.

She frames my face in her hands and looks into my soul.

"I love you with everything I am Maggie."

Tears cloud my eyes at her words

"I love you with every fiber of my being Alex" I promise

I slide off her, reaching for the covers while wrapping my body around hers; our wedding rings rubbing together as our left hands entwine.

These are the moments I live for now.

Thoughts?