Chapter 2

Mon-El stared at Kara. "What?" he asked confused.

Kara smiled at him. "You and I are going to be parents," Kara told him.

Mon-El stared at the pregnancy test. "This tells you you're pregnant?" he asked. "Isn't something like this work only for humans? Does this even work for Kryptonians?"

Kara wasn't particularly surprised about how panicky Mon-El was being. "I asked my biological mother, Alura," Kara told him making him aware she knew what she was talking about.

"And Eliza wouldn't know anything about a Kryptonian pregnancy," Mon-El concluded referring to Kara's adoptive mother and relented. "Should I ask you how long have you known?" He leaned forward and crossed his arms to lay them on the table after Kara grabbed the pregnancy test and shoved it back in her pocket. "Long enough to know you needed to speak to Alura."

Kara set her glasses aside. "Mon-El," she said with a sigh. "You think I wouldn't tell you right away about something this big?" Kara asked him. "I only took that test this morning, or the pregnancy test would have been a garbage nobody I know would have found it or suspected it was mine."

"You would have kept the pregnancy a secret?" Mon-El asked.

"No," she said and then relented. "I don't know. I don't know what I would have done, but Alex walked in me having morning sickness about a half hour ago."

"It's almost one," Mon-El said confused. "How is that morning sickness?"

Kara laughed. "Mon-El," Kara said. "You've been on Earth long enough to know something don't mean how they sound."

Mon-El gave her a pain look. "Is this whole pregnancy going to be like that?" Mon-El asked.

"We'll see," Kara said. "I did ask Alura how similar human pregnancy is to Kryptonian pregnancy."

"Please tell me it's the exact same," Mon-El said.

"Almost very," Kara said, "but she did say because I am a bit stronger than a human-"

"A bit?"

Kara ignored Mon-El and continued, "what I go through is harder."

"Like how you never had gotten sick before getting pregnant?" Mon-El asked.

"Now you're getting it," Kara confirmed. "You and I both in very new territory, Mon-El."

Mon-El lifted his hand and laid it against Kara's cheek. "I am with you every step of the way," he told with confidence. "Like you backing my decision about me not wanting to talk to my parents."

Kara sighed. "We've been getting it at both sides," she said. "They're not putting Earth in danger, so they can stay as long as they want."

Something occurred to Mon-El just then. "Kara, if my parents find out about your pregnancy and they even suspect I am the father, they will want our child," Mon-El said.

Kara took hold of Mon-El's hand and tightened. "We won't let that happen," Kara said and leaned forward to kiss him. "And we won't let anyone harm our child."

Jeremiah sat in a cage of his own making. It was only meant to hold aliens hostage, but it did well enough to hold him as well.

He knew his daughters were right. Cadmus shouldn't use them even if it meant never seeing them again or Lillian killing him. He would rather die than help Lillian with whatever more plans she has for him to execute. He knew and understood now he had made a wrong a choice over a month ago when he had the chance to be with his kids and his wife again, but he would do right by them this time.

If he had to do it over again, Jeremiah would tell J'onn, Kara, and Alex everything he knew about Cadmus's plans. He knew he could trust them to do what needs to be done about Cadmus even at the expense of his own life, and it would weigh heavily on all of them.

Two guards came to the door. "Get up, Danvers," one of the guards commanded.

Jeremiah glared at the guard who dared give him an order and disobeyed the order to stand.

"You heard him, Danvers," the other guard said. "Stand now."

Jeremiah looked at the other guard and glared at him. He still disobeyed their order to stand and stayed exactly where he was. If he was going to make a stand, he was going to do it now. He will protect his girls the way they wanted.

Lillian appeared at the door. "If you want to do this the hard, Jeremiah, we can and we will," Lillian said. She looked from one guard to the and addressed them as she looked back at Jeremiah. "Since he refuses to stand, then get him to his knees." She tilted her head. "Maybe the bruises will be good for him."

The guards walked over him and grabbed hold of him after a bit of his struggle because Jeremiah put up a fight. Since there were two of them, Jeremiah was easily subdued.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just kill me?" Jeremiah asked. "I am of no use to anymore. I won't help you, Lillian. Not anymore."

Lillian leaned forward to face him. "I want you to suffer when you find out your girls are dead, Jeremiah," she said. "And you will."

"Is that because my daughters have managed to make friends with Lena?" Jeremiah asked with a smirk.

"I can care less about Lena," Lillian said. "She isn't even mine. Just one of Lionel's mistakes."

"Now she's the one running your family's company," Jeremiah told her. "Not even your beloved son, Lex."

Lillian slapped hard him across the face. "Nobody talks about my son that way," she told him firmly. "Nobody."

"Is that how you treated Lena?" Jeremiah asked. "Maybe she is the sane one in the Luthor family." Jeremiah laughed.

Lillian looked at the guards. "Have it at him," she told them. "Make sure you leave him alive. Maybe some pain will be good for him." Lillian walked out of the cell, but Jeremiah's laughed followed her all the way down the hall as the guards kicked and punched him.

Rhea and Lar Gand stood down looking at Earth. They were both oblivious as to why Mon-El would want to stay on Earth with a Kryptonian of all races.

Lar Gand wanted to respect his son's wishes because he understood the way his felt about Kara. He saw it the way Mon-El talked about Kara to them. He recognized that look even though it was of despair thinking he had lost Kara. He knew he often had the same look when he himself talks about Rhea.

However, he didn't have that luxury because his wife. His beautiful stubborn wife. He knew stubbornness was a trait Rhea and M on-El shared. Gods help him. He knew convincing Rhea to leave Earth without him would fall on death's ear.

"He will tire of Earth and of her," Rhea said confidently. "I know it."

Rhea's optimism about their son falling into line was going to blown soon. Lar Gand knew and understood that. He knew it was only a matter of time Rhea will do something herself to convince their son to come home with them. He knew it would take a lot more than him and Mon-El to convince her of that. Lar Gand didn't know what that would be as of yet.